{"id":273,"date":"2002-03-10T16:37:45","date_gmt":"2002-03-11T00:37:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/?p=273"},"modified":"2009-08-15T22:38:46","modified_gmt":"2009-08-16T06:38:46","slug":"oh-my-aching-back","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/2002\/03\/10\/oh-my-aching-back\/","title":{"rendered":"Oh, my aching back"},"content":{"rendered":"

oh, th<\/a>ey<\/a> are so right. it<\/a> really does feel so long ago. i still remember telling my mom how excited i was to go to texas for the first time ever to meet these people<\/a> whose work i respected and learn about this medium with which i was falling in love.<\/p>\n

i was on fire, and she just told me, “hija,<\/i> be careful with That Internet.” i thought, she has no idea what she’s talking about,<\/i> and then i found out that neither did i.<\/p>\n

i could never have predicted what would happen to me: the people i’d meet, the places i’d go, the things i’d do. so much has happened to me in the past two years<\/a>, some bad, but mostly good.<\/p>\n

and i told maura<\/a>, sometimes i feel like a grandma. by no means do i believe i am a founding mother of the web–i realize the magic began way before i even discovered it–but i do feel as though i’ve been at this for a good, long time. i feel like i’m a cranky old lady peering out my blinds and gossipping on the phone to my girlfriends<\/a> about these newfangled sites and the latest fads, and exclaiming, sometimes in horror, “just what are these kids thinking?”<\/p>\n

i am falling back in love with paper and ink and colors. i can splash color on the screen, but i can’t get my hands dirty or hang a website on my wall. i am spending time with the people who really matter in my life, because the hours in the day are so precious and i don’t know what will happen tomorrow. i am remembering why i wanted a website in the first place: because i wanted to share stories.<\/p>\n

but you can only get so much through boxes and wires. real stories come from real living.<\/p>\n

so, that’s what i’m trying to do. my html and javascript books have gotten dusty, but my guitar has been rescued from the cobwebbed corner of my parents’ house. i have never bothered to redesign<\/a>, but i have vastly improved my brushstroke. besides, i would much rather sit across a table from you over typing and uploading and clicking send any day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

oh, they are so right. it really does feel so long ago. i still remember telling my mom how excited i was to go to texas for the first time ever to meet these people whose work i respected and learn about this medium with which i was falling in love. i was on fire, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/273"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=273"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/273\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1321,"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/273\/revisions\/1321"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=273"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=273"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=273"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}