in 2000 i was working on a ice blue g3 mac and fresh in berlin. as much as i loved it, i missed my people in hamburg and wanted to party with them as much as we were. so shit2know was founded to shuttle friends to berlin and back to hamburg old school mitfahrzentrale style. i signed up for a yahoo mailing list thing and history was written. despite lousy broadband, we certainly set that egroup on fire with slathers of emails shot back and forth each day. every day. it really could have been facebook. year and one week later, i sat down and slammed together a selection of what we wrote in that first year and exported a pdf. 18:48 on 9th of march 2001 to be precise. good to know because i can’t really remember actually doing it. come 2016 with all in a state of crisis i opened up that file and thought, wow no-one had actually ever seen this before. it was high time to unleash that s2k raw power.
another 2 years passed. i got everybody’s ok or no way to turn this random virtual internet information highway data thing into a physical object. after finally finding the original quarkxpress file, a little bit of spacing was due, beyond that i changed very little. i hopefully deleted all which was wished to be removed and decided to censor a couple of many inappropriate comments. otherwise its pretty much real as shit always was.
shit2know—printed matter brings back memories in a 2.2mb snapshot of our life around the turn of the century. i wanted to reconnect people who are still friends. friends old and new. friends who can remember life and tell it back in a completely more ridiculous story. i hope it is something to reflect upon and maybe somehow someday use to work out that fucking crazy future.
hitting us like that forever present open bottle of poppers, s2k was a perpetual onslaught of emotions, a celebration of innocence, possibly complete stupidity and beyond nerd level extreme insight. a on the guest list first at the party and last to go loving hating file sharing wasted german youth—a forever imploding nonstop rave dot com after hour love bubble. who were we and what did it all become.