I viewed it as a place to vent and moan and complain and celebrate. I didn’t have expectations of an audience, or of an impact—and, for the most part, I still don’t. You can’t blog about dirty toilets and bloody shits and ugly moles and wrist warts and hope to own the Internet.
And yet … I love it here. This is my diary, and it serves me well. There are no editors hanging over me, and no one (besides, on occasion, the wife) screaming, “You can’t write that!” I say what I want, and pretend people are listening. Sometimes they even are.
Long story short: This is the final jeffpearlman.com post on jeffpearlman.com as you know it. Starting this weekend, there’ will be a new format, a new design, some new features. I’ll still write about toilets and warts—just with a fresh look.
I digress. I wanted to use this post to acknowledge Meghan Scott, the original designer of jeffpearlman.com. I know, these days, the site looks dated, and it doesn’t adapt to mobile devices. But when I hired Meghan (for, I believe, $500) in 2008, her work was awesome. She was always available for questions, assistance … anything.
Then, one day, she vanished. Literally, I haven’t heard from Meghan in more than two years. Another person she designed for asked me once, “Where did Meghan go?” I shook my head. I’ve looked and looked—but, nothing. Out of the business.
I’ll always be grateful.