In the fall of 1994, I dialed into a friend's bulletin board system for the first time. If you're wondering what that is, or was, a bulletin board system - BBS for short - was a computer system that you could phone into with a modem and share messages, download files, play games... it was a taste of the Internet way before most people had any access at all to the "information superhighway". They were something like CompuServe, America Online, and other commercial services of the Eighties and Nineties, but they tended to be much more local.
BBSes were almost always the projects of hobbyists. My friend Mark's BBS, which he named NEXUS, eventually had five phone lines. That's five different people who could be dialed-in at a time, conversing or playing games with each other. It was something that blew my mind and it made me wonder what things would be like once full-bore Internet arrived (which it did several months later).
It wasn't long after discovering Mark's system that I had an idea, if he was up for it. Would it be possible to set aside part of the BBS for my own use? The notion that had gripped me was to have some "op-ed space" on the board. A place that I could write for, on whatever topic struck my fancy. It would be like the letters of mine that the News & Record published on a semi-regular basis.
Mark thought it was a terrific idea. And yes, such a thing was possible. And that's how Knight's Corner was born. It was my own little niche of the online world. A place where I could share thoughts and opinions. I used Knight's Corner to talk about a little bit of everything: the 1994 elections, a review of Star Trek Generations, sharing a recipe for Chex snack mix (one that includes assorted nuts)... lots of other topics. I would post a new Knight's Corner every week or so.
Then in January 1995 Mark's BBS and several others were featured in a newspaper article. The reporter made mention of Knight's Corner. Within a few days NEXUS saw a lot of new users, dialing in from all over the Piedmont area. And it was so amazing, all those people who were now also reading my stuff. It was almost intoxicating. And it made me wonder all the more what it would be like once I was on the real Internet.

I mention all of this because there's a paper trail that can be established going all the way back to late 1994, that I've been writing for online consumption this entire time, on and off for over thirty years. When I started classes at Elon I learned how to make webpages, and I "migrated" Knight's Corner to my account there, for all the Internet to see. I kept that up until I graduated, and then I found hosting on a free service. Less than a year after that I was invited to join the staff of TheForce.net, and I wrote a lot of original pieces for that site, and was getting read by a daily audience numbering in the tens of thousands.
And now it's this blog, which I've been maintaining since early 2004, pretty much continuously apart from a little less than two years between 2016 and 2018, when I was traveling across America with my dog and then taking some time to address a few personal issues. Even then though, I was posting some stuff for friends to read on Facebook.
So that's the vast majority of my life that I've been writing for an online readership. It's a part of my personal legend now. I'm not happy unless there's a keyboard and an online connection nearby to be a gateway for my thoughts.
I write. It's what I do. I have been writing like this ever since my English teacher in my freshman year of high school told me that it was a gift that I have. I've done my best since Mrs. Rutledge told me that to make the most of it.
At least three times in as many months recently, I've been met with some incredulity when I've said that I have a blog. People can't believe that that sort of thing is still being done in this day and age of social media.
Maybe there is some disdain because I'm being old-fashioned. "Blogging"? That requires actually reading something. It's not moving images, it's not sound. People aren't taking the time to read anything anymore. Instead it has to be slickly packaged in something possessing motion and noise. People expect their senses to be assaulted by sensory input. And merely reading words doesn't satisfy that need.
I know that. I accept that. And that makes me want to blog that much more.
Media changes. It always has. Ever since the pharaohs dictated their decrees to be recorded in hieroglyphics. But the meaning, the pure thought behind the visuals, that doesn't change. It's not how the thought is expressed, it is that it's expressed at all.
So it is that I choose to employ a purer method of conveying my ideas, and ultimately myself.
I've experimented with posting video. Perhaps I need to try that more. I don't think I'm terribly un-photogenic. I've made appearances in public and on television, talking about everything from bipolar disorder to digital copyright law, and I can present myself masterfully enough (I like to think so anyway). But there's something about words that are permanent and immutable and can be appreciated again and again, and again.
Most modern media is designed to elicit an immediate response. And that's not really what I'm out to engender from anyone. I believe in being thoughtful. I like for the recipients of my media to take some time to think about what it is that I've come to say. Instead of being forced to hurtle on to the next thought without time to ruminate upon what I've just said and need them to consider.
In the end, I believe that my blogging will be of more permanence than any TikTok video or picture posted on Instagram. We've been using textual sharing of information, in some form or another, for going on six thousand years now. What I do with this blog isn't too terribly removed from the Gutenberg press, or illuminated manuscripts, or parchment, or papyrus scrolls. It's just a refinement, several generations on, from impressing clay tablets with cuneiform.
I love my audience. I'm very thankful for that. It may not have readers in the millions or even the hundreds of thousands. But then, I don't necessarily write for the masses. I write for people who will truly appreciate what it is that I am bringing to the table and the conversation around it. That's the way I've always been, looking back across the decades of my life.
It may lack the numbers that it once did at the height of blogging. But I choose to continue blogging nevertheless. And one never knows. It could be that what I write today, will be read by many more people in the years and decades to come. Like I told a fellow writer for Elon's student newspaper, when I gestured toward the bound volumes of past years' editions: I don't just write for the people today. I write for them too: the ones who come after. I write in a way that I hope leaves a good impression upon them. That is especially why I write what I do. My audience is potentially vast. Much more so than what I can perceive today. And I owe it to them to give them my very best.
Yes, I still blog. I know I'm not the only one either. But even if I were, The Knight Shift is my own little piece of acreage on the Internet. It's my well-tended garden, as Samwise Gamgee would put it. Made and built-up with my mind and my own two hands. I intend to keep tending to it for as long as I can. Indeed, if something were to happen to mine I've made arrangements for friends to post about that here. And there is even an "end of the world" post that I've specially composed for when the apocalypse happens. One final bit of myself to share with readers before the end of humanity. I don't think that's macabre. I just like being prepared.
So to anyone who's wondering why I have The Knight Shift and if I'm going to give it up because people aren't reading blogs anymore: I've no intention on going anywhere. And if the muses of technology are kind, these words will endure long enough to be read by whoever may be interested in my eccentric life generations from now.
I like to think so, anyway.