Read more about me, the author of this little book, and the things that I like to do. Also, if you have time, read through some of my past works of writing.

I am a product of the 21st century digital age. I come from the ever-swelling womb of the personal computer. I am a daughter of the Internet, the World Wide Web, the dot-com, the chat room. I am a byte, a screename, a machine, a code.

I was conceived when seeds of inspiration germinated in geniuses and impregnated the technological revolution. I was born when Microsoft, Intel, Compaq, IBM and a beige box bursting with wires invaded my living room.

I grew up drinking the milk that dripped from intangible, indescribable, and indistinguishable online characters. Grinning, unseen faces in far corners of the universe whispered to me the secrets of life. I leeched from their brilliant and important minds.

I studied in the school of acronyms, memorized the meanings to HTTP, FTP, ISP, AOL, IRC, and MP3. I was disciplined when I tried foolishly to forge an identity. I was praised when I swallowed the poison I was fed. I was congratulated when I submerged and swam in the waters infested with lies, propoganda and conventional wisdom. And now that I have graduated...

I want to break free.

How many years have gone while I rode vigorously on the information superhighway? I fell in love for the first time online. I bit the apple of knowlege online. I gave away my edenic innocence online. I found myself online. Then I was lost.