Here I owe tribute to Justin Hall, because although I don't know him, he is the reason I am here. Now. Raving, boring to tears with my lost-ness. Ideas, I have, and had, but not the belief in them. The will to pull through for myself. Then. A deep-down low Sunday afternoon, in my 2-room apartment in the dark side of town, nothing on TV, so I switched channels to Swedish tele. Rerun. A debate about cultural diversity on the Net, one of the focuses in my projects...

It was nice. Dial-up, log on, go to the homepage. Disappointing. but in the program was a kid, with a name. A kid my age, with a net name. Justin. www.justin.org for the first time. I was surprised. No fancy gfx, no wild web-pages. Just a story, an experience a life on the net. A way to pass on emotions, culture, thoughts, in an unpretentious, un-academic way. WOW! It kicked me in the balls. Here's what I've been looking for. Justin, expression of yourself. A guy, my age, tells the honest details on the net. Content is the focus. So this is my attempt at writing my life.

I owe tribute to Justin, and love surfing the wave that comes out of his thoughts........