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My very first node (in the E2 vernacular being an original title with the first post in it) still exists.

Written well over 20 years ago, it is short, sweet, somewhat informative, sort of cheeky and quite heavily linked, as was the habit of many of us back then. There's nothing quite special about it: it doesn't go into great detail, nor does it really add much to anything really, apart from establishing then that I had an interest in comic books and pinball games. I'm still not sure what else it meant to say, or--if i was rewriting it to post here now-- if I would write it much differently.

Following that node I did most certainly write things that were subsequently removed by the roving site administrators. These were for the most part little snippets of things I'd read that were various attempts of 'Noding for Numbers' which was the first sort of gamification of an online community that I'd been suckered into.

After a while I found how to present my voice here, found things to 'node' and shared enough of myself that I wanted to, supported by a vast array of other writers, readers, artists and misanthropes.


Everything2 is a different creature now than the feverishly frantic frolics of its first few years, and a much different creature than the more structured stoic stern turn it attempted to take after that. The main difference is the audience: E2 is no longer a community, but all the same potential and tools remain. Another main difference is nodes nowadays sometimes become pile-on nodes.

As of this writing, above this post is this node's first writeup. A new user has written about how they want to write here in this space outside 'of other social media platforms'. (An aside: of note today is that Wikipedia has just turned 20. Here's what I wrote when it turned 10) It has a few more 'upvotes' than downvotes (the same as my first node). I wish the author the best of luck. I read just about every new node that comes in, and even if their second, third and umpteenth node turns out to be more rubbish than my first few attempts to write here, they are welcome.

May first nodes on E2 Be fruitful and multiply!

My very first node (in the E2 vernacular being an original title with the first post in it) still exists. In fact, it has a decent rep and a couple of chings. I wrote of a person, day, and place, that I wanted to keep fresh in my memory. It worked! After that, the motivation from that first attempt, and the feedback from it, carried me along as I tried out different styles of writing. I focused a lot of attention on links, and that focus has increased. To this day, I flinch when I see a writeup with all of its links leading only to a "Findings:" page. So far, none of my writeups have ever been nuked. That is neither a boast, nor an invitation for a CE to nuke something. My wu's that show a negative rep are quickly pulled back into drafts by "Yours Truly" and either rewritten or scrapped.

I realize that E2 is less a community than it was in its heyday. That being said, I take a great deal of pleasure in the community that does exist. COVID-19 has created a lot of isolation at the time of this writing and I appreciate company where I find it. The reading, voting and writing are a welcome diversion from the monotony of TV and social media.

Disclaimer: Author is currently receiving treatment for abuse of pipe links. Above comments on the way other noders use links should not be taken too seriously.

My first node was a bit of semi-lucid meandering prose from a very intense mood on a lunch break at my first warehouse job, after listening to all sorts of supernatural ideas from a Discworld audiobook and spilling it all. A kind editor helped me improve the flow and grammar of my node, but never tried to steer it, to take over where it would go or what it would contain. My second first node was a since-deleted oversharing hate-gush of my personal drama that marked some of the most intense emotional months that i had ever braced in my life. Had a lot of hurt inside and pointed it at these uninvolved people, aimed at the innocent -- and they chose to help me through it. Relationships, accusations, drastic decisions, dense with stupid modern troubles, my know-nothing ass was learned by this community into slow growth. It probably freaked everyone out, but I'm grateful. And it's the most honest I've ever felt. In a sense, people who have never seen my face are closer to my life than any social media user on a platform fancy enough to have its own intelligent-telephone application.

I initially came here for the poetry. Filed beautifully among the facts and mundane, surprising and uplifting, and crammed amongst tips for how to use some kind of computer-machine instruction program better. Fictions and essays that fed the good old skull meat. And wisdom, often from those who earned it the hardest ways. Showed up here with scribbled drafts; E2 makes me believe in art.

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