Captain's log: Introduction

It is February 2008, a late year to start a blog for someone who has to stay on top of the latest Web Technology. But this is not my first. I have another blog. One that spans 3 years of detailed events in the early years of the Internet. One that existed publicly before blogs became a public phenomenon. I've hidden it on an island I once visited, in the middle of the ocean...

I am the proverbial mighty pirate. I built a boat I sailed, and commanded an army of one. After a very important chapter in the story of my life, I set sail to the sea with my army again, but the tides changed. I was caught in a storm. Walls of water came raining down and crushed the boat and the army. I floated in the water, semi-conscious, hungry, for days.

I live on an island. It is inhabited by others. Some know how to swim, some know how to farm, but those who know how to build a boat are old and gray, left only with stories to tell.

Of being a pirate, I only keep the lingering identity, but... I need a boat.

I need a boat for a different reason. Not because of who I think I am, but because my heart belongs to the calm and unpredictable waves of the sea.

Love escapes.

I found it once or twice, sitting there on the horizon, glimmering here and shimmering there under the rays of the rising sun. But the sun set... and I slept to wake up to it another day. Day came after day and I woke up with energy, to go on board, to see the shimmering and feel the longing and the lust for getting there... until the storm.

I need a boat.

I am a pirate that despises the navy and yet wants to be the navy, in search of the shimmering light in the horizon I think to be love.

I need a boat, and I need a navy.

This log is on how to build the proverbial boat.