In 1998 Sarah Lawrence College offered an undergraduate course charmingly called “theory of new media.” It seemed like a good way to fulfill my science requirement at this ultra-liberal school, where I majored in writing but spent my evenings hand-coding effusive fan websites for riot grrrl bands from the Pacific Northwest. Before long, I was grading papers as a teaching assistant in web development at the NYU School of Continuing Education.
After college, I worked for a while in publishing as a web editor, which in the early aughts meant a wide and often bewildering set of responsibilities. The companies I worked for fizzled when the dot-com bubble burst and after a dizzying spin through an agency, I landed at Barnes & Noble publishing before striking out on my own as a freelancer. I have been working independently for about ten years now.
My love for the web is related to my love for photography and fanzines. It’s got a low barrier to entry, it encourages collaboration, it rewards late nights and deep digs; it’s young, it’s art, it’s history.