It's even worse than it appears..
Monday January 29, 2024; 9:20 AM EST
  • Facebook is good for surfacing old stuff, like this picture from the 1990s, me and Dave Jacobs at a Potrero Hill restaurant, looking much younger, before all the wear and tear. #
  • The Daves (Jacobs and Winer) at a Potrero Hill restaurant in the 90s.#
  • We had already been friends for a few years then. By total coincidence we were both offered writing gigs at the then-new Wired, Dave as the Fetish columnist, where he wrote about all the latest tech gadgetry, which was a perfect assignment for him, because Dave is one of the most tech-literate people you'll ever meet. Also an avid bike rider, Deadhead, and later a receiver of donated kidneys, and a pioneer of the technology for matching kidney donors with recipients. He has saved a lot of lives with his software. And he's still with us, against all odds. #
  • I was offered a column to basically write whatever I wanted to write about, although by default I was supposed to write about the world wide web, which was then as new as ChatGPT is today and every bit as exciting. You can find our respective columns somewhere I hope on the web. #
  • Just chatted with him last night during the Niners game. The only football team I've ever loved, from back in the Joe Montana days. #

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