M i l l i w a y s
Incense, Innocence, and Nonsense

+1 (310) 559-8723

since June 6, 1987







	 Milliways IIN was one of the last standing examples of what
		  		 sort of dinosaur once roamed Modemland.

		It ran at 300/1200/2400 baud, on an Apple IIGS Woz 
	    Limited Edition computer with 512K and four floppy drives.

				It had only one line.
			          It had no files.
				    And no games.
History

       Before the World Wide Web, back when the Internet was a Governmental 
       Cold War tool, back when the latest thing in Virtual Reality was the
       cool freeway noises in Frogger for the Atari 5200, back when a modem
       was the thing you stuck your phone on after you finished dialing (or
       punching; this isn't /that/ long ago) the number, so-called Bulletin
       Board Systems, like Milliways, began springing up all over such high
       tech cities as Los Angeles.

Archives
Good evening.  May I take your order, Sir?
 137
_____
\__mw:              Blazing away at speeds of up to 1200 bits per second,
                   and if you were /really/ rich, 2400 whole bits per, a
	          subtle subculture of elementary and high school boys
	         combined with adult engineer boys and computer pro-
                gramming boys quietly typed their innermost thoughts 
               to one another over their (or their confused par-
              ents') phone lines.  They weren't /all/ boys, but 
             altogether too often, it sure /seemed/ that way.

           You'd find BBS lists, principally among which socalbbs.txt,
            still around in the form of usbbs.org, believe it or not,
	     passed around between systems.  For the first several years,
	      there really was no other central list.  The phone company didn't
	       know which residential lines were dedicated to this sort of 
                public service; they didn't really know what a modem was in 
                 the first place.  To tell the phone company you wanted a 
                  residential line so your computer could answer the phone 
                   was madness.  Even if they believed you, they didn't know 
		    what to charge.

Millicloset

       This was part of our underground identity.                           ____________
    Nobody knew what we were up to.  The concept of an                     /            \
       email address appearing as part of a printed advertisement         | END PAVEMENT |
    was laughable.  Back then, when you were asked what time              |    100 FT    |
       it was and responded, Twelve thirty-seven, people thought          |      NO      |
    you were some kind of freak.  Everything was five-till,               | SUPERHIGHWAY |
       quarter-till, half-past.  Digital watches had just                 |    ACCESS    |
    barely surpassed cool toy status.                                      \____________/

Millipicnic

	       Making art and social contact via little blinking lights
					was a pretty weird thing to do.

						       It still can be.

						  Nobody's stopping us.

Trip





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