Come Internet With Me is a web show with a gentle premise: Browsing the web together.
My guest brings a subject they have seen or would like to know a little more about. I share my screen/web browser, we chat and go down the rabbit hole together.
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- Sarena Ulibarri Searches ‘Jellyfish’ | Come Internet With MeSarena Ulibarri, fiction writer and Editor-in-Chief of World Weaver Press joins me for hour of Interneting. We search ‘Jellyfish’.
- META-NOMAD Searches ‘Ventriloquist Dummy’ | Come Internet With MeAuthor, Blogger and Podcast host Meta-Nomad joins me to for an hour of Internet. We search ‘Ventriloquist Dummy’.
- GOTHLIME Searches ‘Nonograms’ | Come Internet With MeArtist, Illustrator and Civil+Environmental Engineer Halima S. AKA Gothlime joins me for an hour of Internet. We search ‘Nonograms’
- Sjef van Gaalen Searches ‘Landscape As Mind Palace’ | Come Internet With MeThis week the design researcher and Zoöp Project co-conspirator, Sjef van Gaalen joins me to browse the Internet for an hour.
- Cade Diehm Searches ‘Economic Subcultures’ | Come Internet With MeThis week I’m joined by The New Design Congress founder, and digital infrastructure and security researcher Cade Diehm.
- XENOGOTHIC Searches ‘Tornadoes’ | Come Internet With MeWriter, photographer and blogger Matt Colquhoun AKA Xenogothic joins me for an hour of quality internet. This weeks search: Tornadoes
- T.X. WATSON Searches ‘Zettelkasten Method’ | Come Internet With MeThis week on Come Internet With Me I’m joined by Tiktok-ker and vigilante for academia public relations T.X. WATSON!!
- Lisa Blanning Searches ‘Hermit Crabs’ | Come Internet With MeThis week I’m joined by music journalist and booking agent Lisa Blanning for an hour of quality Interneting.
- Andrew Dana Hudson Searches ‘German Hanging Train’ | Come Internet With MeSpeculative fiction writer and sustainability researcher Andrew Dana Hudson joins me for an hour of Internet.
My first unsupervised Internet was in a public library in the mid 90’s with my friend Dan. We would sit down and experience the internet super highway together. Saturday morning tennis club had given way to a psychedelic assemblage of science fiction web rings, Lycos web chat rooms, Sonic the Hedgehog pages and Jurassic Park fandom.
For our allotted two hours. We would sit at the hearing aid beige 286 computer and share the experience together. One of us would drive the mouse, the other work the keyboard. Very soon after we had begun to experience the web as readers we wanted to publish our own site too.
We were already making and creating zines for our friends and ourselves. My first ever zine was made around the same time in ’95 when we were 10. We had a typewriter, pens, and the abuse of my friend Ben’s dad’s workplace photocopier. (An important lesson about how all zines get made). It ran for 3 issues. So making our own webpage was only natural.
Dan and I would sit for hours curating or creating our Star Trek and Star Wars Geocities fan site. My memories are vague and hazy now. But I recall animated star-field backgrounds with bright yellow text on black backgrounds. Grainy 256-color bitmaps and lots of shonky tables and frames hand coded in Notepad. Dan would make what would now be called pixel art in MS paint and I would sit and watch. I learnt HTML from a beginners book plucked from the library shelves behind us and he would follow along.
Eventually, our families saved up enough to make the considerable investment required to get computers at home. Our library visits came to an end. Later came Dial-up Internet. Dial-up gave way to Broadband, then Wireless Modems, and in turn came the Smart Phone era.
Browsing the web today is largely a solitary and private experience. The entirety of the worlds hopes and dreams, and best and worst of humanity, can be accessed at any time. Summoned at our fingertips from dark glass for our personal consumption. Yet, our understanding of the devices complexities and operation is shallow at best.
CIWM is my attempt to recapture surfing the Interwebs as a communal experience. 25 years on from the first time I waded into its choppy waters.