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It must have been October 20, 1993. I was walking down the hall between classes at my high school. I was a freshman, barely a month into my high school experience. I was 14 and as yet unaware of all that would unfold in coming months (dating in fits and starts, the tragic death of a HS classmates' father...) much less the years ahead. I don't recall what classes I was transiting between. I don't know what I was wearing. I don't know much other than there was one thing that mattered that day, best illustrated by the conversation by two students (sophomores) walking in front of me: Soph 1: "You know all the words yet?" Soph 2: "Hell yeah, man." Soph 1: "Alright, what about 'Rats?'" Soph 2 (singing): "They don't eat, don't sleep..." Pearl Jam's second album, Vs. , had been out approximately 24 hours, functionally less if you consider that we'd all shown up to school the prior day (Oct. 19, the date known to me

I haven't tweeted in 2023. That makes me part of a majority of Americans (as of last year , only about a quarter of Americans were on Twitter in any capacity, whereas about double were on Instagram and far more on Facebook). But, as one who at least observed a lot of Extremely Online behavior -- if not being Extremely Online myself -- to think I would go from 60-to-zero basically over the month of December 2022 is pretty remarkable. That one dude buying the channel and basically maximizing all the stuff people didn't like about the site was the key driver, but it's been an interesting shift. Truth be told, disengaging on there has had a lot of upsides.