There is still the childhood picture just where it
‘s always been, right above “I was born Justin Allyn Hall in Chicago at 12:01pm on December 16, 1974.” And there in the heart of the page is still the one-line paragraph that first woke me out of my early Web-surfing coma: “When I was eight, my father, an alcoholic, killed himself; much of my early writing wrestles with this.” The minute I read that I knew this was not going to be your typical mid-90s nerdobiography. And eight-and-a-half million gut-spilling Web-autobiographies later, it still holds up. —Rob Wittig reviews Justin’s links.
—Justin Hall and the Birth of the ‘Blogs (http://www.electronicbookreview.com)
Via Jill/txt.
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