Rediscovered Carl Steadman last night. I knew of him earlier when suck.com was cool. I remember thinking WOW! after I had read his profile in Wired (it used to be available in Bangalore bookstores 2 months after publication and was obscenely expensive for a magazine). I remember wanting to come to the valley very badly and thinking its all gonna pass me by.

I had forgotten all about that excitement of working, of feeling that I am part of something new, great and revolutionary. Then last night I was reading 'When Automatic's Teller Ran Dry', and it brought back the forgotten and sullied dreams of yester years. And then I read Carl's 99secrets- a sad, beautiful, haunting nothing that is possible only on the web and it somehow, in a lopsided, weird way made me feel better about life.