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TAPKAE.com: 10 years on the interwebs!

2012 is here! It was just around the end of 2001 when the first live versions of TAPKAE.com were put up. I don't really have screenshots, but at first it was just a promo for the CD Receiving. Now instead of pitching the sale to all who enter my lair, I am able to offer the SoundCloud approach—all downloadable with liner notes and all, and the ability to comment on the audio itself. Nifty!

In the winter-spring of 2002, TAPKAE.com finally did appear in a pretty elaborate first incarnation, something that is rather embarrassing to think of now. But there you have it. Ten years of TAPKAE.com. It's moved from a pretty self indulgent promo for my recording to a pretty self indulgent record of my life and thoughts in a way I never ever anticipated. Consider it the full length version of my epitaph, suitable for those who are detail freaks.

Raison d'etre

I have found that the very feeling which has seemed to me most private, most personal, and hence most incomprehensible by others, has turned out to be an expression for which there is a resonance in many other people. It has led me to believe that what is most personal and unique in each one of us is probably the very element which would, if it were shared or expressed, speak most deeply to others.
—Carl Rogers

We may misunderstand, but we do not misexperience.
—Vine Deloria

Sunday
Sep172006

« Money Well Spent »

my little truck, since 1996. the thing just runs."Trucky"

It was ten years ago today I bought my 1994 Toyota truck. Money well spent, as far as I care. It had 78,768 miles on it when I bought it in 1996, and it was just two years old then. Right now, it's just shy of 200,000 miles and it runs pretty damned good. The dealership owned it before me and they used it as their parts delivery truck. It was in good shape because it was something they had to rely on too.

Usually I don't put a lot of stock in glorifying vehicles, but this has just been a good fit for me. All I know is that the thing just works. I give it some care and feeding, swap out a few parts now and then, and it comes up with the goods. I never adorned it with extra junk, almost always had the same shop work on it, and it just works. It runs rings around the Ford Escort I had—a car that I turned loose of when I got the truck, and one that was getting increasingly expensive to own because of all the trips it had to make to the shop, partially due to the car being shit on its own but complicated by the fact that I let too many people try to fix it, each making things worse. The truck has never let me down, never became a money-sink, and has always been ready to go. I've lost about one day's work because of it, which out of ten years is not much at all. I've delivered pizza, moved music and sound gear, moved house for many friends, moved trash, lumber, construction junk, tree stumps, sofas and furniture of all sorts, appliances. Lots of stuff.

The "gutless wonder" has just been the most satisfying purchase for me. I've watched my musical gear turn over many many times in the time since buying this truck. Whole studios have come and gone for the most part, and my simple, bare-bones truck just keeps on pleasing. No power locks or windows, no CD player, no special wheels or suspension, no Xtra cab or rear shell—just a little 4 cylinder workhorse that doesn't flinch. The only thing I do lament is not being able to carry more than one person as a passenger, unless it just gets real tight, and for only a few miles at a time.

For $9,300 it was money well spent.

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