prologue to oZ

...and now for something completely different.

I've
always
been told
I think far too
much about things.

I've always been told that I desperately need to learn when to quit.

[ gratuitous picture ] Wouldn't you know it,
I've learned to
ignore most of
the things
I'm told.

My name is Kat, but I've been ophelia Z since the moment my mischevous hands hit the keyboard of my dad's old Tandy and I discovered a small Honolulu BBS called the "Apple Grove."

(If you must, you can read a little bit more about me).

Ancient history, my friends... when 2400 baud was the shit and girls who rejoiced in drawing green triangles with Turtle and LOGO-script were rarer than diamonds.

Fast forward... A Commodore 128, my cousin's first Nintendo, the state FYI chat gateway, sexy new Big Blue 286s at Kalaheo High School. Further still... a Mac SE for graduation, the golden age of USENET, the Library and Information Sciences program at the University of Hawai`i.

Now, I'm squatting in the puddle of the World-Wide Web waiting to throttle the next media pundit who squeals, "Information Superhighway!" While I prattle away my undergraduate days convincing freshmen that screen savers are not virus attacks, shiny new classes on HTML and other trendy fun pop up.

If you can't beat 'em, a friend once said, join 'em and annoy the stuffing out of everyone.

These pages stem from a final project in a lower-division ICS class I took two semesters ago. There was a lot more here then, several essays and other moderately good stuff that I deleted in a brief fit of self-ridicule. Now I'm slowly trying to rebuild, as ever looking for a balance between chaos and content, between style and simplicity.

I admit, I have a Luddite streak. In fact, these pages used to say "Optimized for LYNX" (it still doesn't look bad that way, either). While I've indulged myself in backgrounds and a bit of graphics, I still want them to be 10 percent look and 90 percent life -- no imagemaps, animation, or other embellishments to distract.

Finally, like any universe, physical or (as in this case) delusional, this realm is constantly growing. For best results, shake well and visit often.

Thanks for coming over.

(Oh... the hear hear! graphic above was the secret entrance).

page last screwed with: 27 july 1996

complain to: ophelia@aloha.net

	Wouldn't you know it, I've learned to ignore most of the things I'm told.
	My name is Kat, but I've been ophelia Z since the moment my mischevous hands hit the keyboard of my dad's old Tandy and I discovered a small Honolulu BBS called the "Apple Grove."