March 8, 1994 was the day I first arrived in the Bay Area. It was the 90s, and I was a textbook Gen-X slacker: no job, no money, single, living at my parents' house, no prospects, and no ambitions. It had been a long, cold Michigan winter, and I thought it would finally be a good time to fly out to California to visit my much more successful ( Read more... )

This year marks my 15th anniversary of moving to the Bay Area. It was 1994 and I was 23, which seemed very old to me at the time. It had been the 90s before, slightly, but 1994 was the onset of the mega-super 90s. The internet was just catching on. A program called Mosaic enabled computer users in one part of the world to view "pages" from other ( Read more... )