(This is chapter 46, the final chapter of the first draft of my memoir of the Internet industry, 1993-2003.)
Do we search out the bottom, those of us who eventually find ourselves hitting it? I think we must. But I'd had enough of trouble and poverty by the summer of 2003. And I didn't know anymore how to get back to where I once had been.
(This is chapter 45, the next-to-last chapter of my ongoing memoir of the Internet industry.)
One evening in early January 2003 I showed up at Hendriks Institute's main campus in Westbury, Long Island to begin teaching a course called Relational Database Programming With Oracle and SQL.
(This is chapter 44 of 46 of my ongoing memoir of the Internet industry.)
After my job at ArtAndCulture.com collapsed, I began going broke.
(This is chapter 43 of my ongoing memoir of the Internet industry. This draft will be completed when chapter 46 is posted in three weeks.)
On one of the first warm springtime days of 2002 in New York City, I suddenly found myself accepting an unexpectedly cool and excellent new job.
(This is chapter 42 of my ongoing memoir of the Internet industry.)
Heavy emotions hung in the air around New York City in early 2002.
(This is chapter 40 of my ongoing memoir of the Internet industry. An earlier version of this chapter was published on this site in March 2003 as "A Story Without a Moral, A Day in Dust".)
Bob Dylan's new album "Love and Theft" was hitting the streets on September 11, 2001. I was building his website, and by the last week of August I knew I was in trouble.
(This is chapter 39 of my ongoing memoir of the Internet industry).
By the spring of 2001 I began to face the fact that I was probably going to lose my job at iVillage.
(This is chapter 38 of my ongoing memoir of the Internet industry.)
Every once in a while you get a new boss you just know you're not going to get along with. This happened to me in late 2000 after a series of layoffs and restructurings at iVillage.com.
