I use Plocktau as a space to practice basic Web development and display one copy of my
work while also backing it up. I believe this is true to Web’s original spirit. This all started back in ’94. Like the a few thousand other folks my first Web site was a “magazine”. After a few years me and my friends realized that in truth our Web space was not a magazine. We didn’t have essential magazine things like: editors, writers, advertisers, etc. When this reality hit we saw through the techno-fog that our site was really an off site back-up for our work. Much less glamorous, but much more useful. Isn’t growing up a bitch?Now I use my site as a place not only to show my work to others, but for back-ups of my work that are accessible from any computer on the Net in the entire world. Now I don’t need to carry around floppies or worry about earthquakes. It’s also a place to practice using development tools. I also put personal information like pictures (they never fade here) and the story of my life in password protected parts of the site. I see this as a sort of digital keepsake box that I can put stuff in my entire life. This personal part of my site is also a place I can let friends access.Over the years my Webspace has become a real “place” with musty basements, corners, dusty areas rebuilt areas, and new additions.I can’t stress enough how useful it is to have this kind of constantly evolving virtual office. I believe most people will have a digital space like this in the near future.What’s up with all the Green?I love trees, practically grew up in them (excuse the pun).And what’s up with all the green and trees?
It all started when I was born in New Hampshire, a state riddled with trees. The conscious liking of trees took root when I lived under the old growth Redwoods in Northern California’s Mendacino county. It was 1971 and I was a five year old flower child living on a commune. At night I used to lead my mother through the branching paths that wound through the dark columned church like spaces under the Redwoods. I had excellent night vision and was thus christened “cabey darkman”. The woods was my first school. There I leafed through its pages, was whipped by saplings, barked at by squirrels, befriended by butterflies, loved by lilies and nurtured by nature.
My earliest memories of playing tag were not of games on terra firma. I remember monkey games up high in the white pines of Maine when I was 8. We were light enough to jump and land on branches and then use the bows as spring boards to other branches, or elevators to the ground. We learned to fly in the trees. In elementary school we used scrap lumber from all our father’s carpentry businesses to build multi-story tree houses 30 feet up in the pines.
Winters in Maine can be a mite nippy and we had one very good wood stove to take the chill off. In one winter the stove would eat the three cords of dead trees that I had chopped the spring before. As they say back east, “wood heats you twice”.
Tarzan was my first hero. As my grandmother watched in horror I would run around her house in my underwear swinging off of her furniture and stair railings.
To me trees represent much of our life; the forks one can take, the dynamic changes one goes through in a year, the sap running in a system, the roots holding on to Earth as their leaves reaching for the sky. And trees were our first safe havens from danger and even now give us shade, clean our air and give us paper to record our species history on.
I still climb trees sometimes, moving up above the craziness when things get sketchy.
So, I put a few trees on my site.