How do you measure 19 years?

I feel compelled to write some reflections on the occasion of Oasis shutting down after 19 years, but it’s hard to find the right words.

I’m 46 now, and 27 when I started this site in 1995, so it seems like there should be some profound summation or insightful conclusion, especially when you consider that this site launched the same year as Amazon, and three years before Google.

But that’s probably why the right sentiment eludes me. The world has changed so much since then, and so much for the better, that Oasis no longer having a major role to play is cause for celebration. Not sadness.

Oasis countdown...

As of today:

Countdown Clocks

At that point, the site will become static.

What this mean is that on December 1 (or thereabouts), you will no longer be able to log in to Oasis. At some point after December 1, the site will come back online as a static record, but probably not completely intact.

Uncertain's picture

Contact address since site is shutting down

For those who wish to contact me or see this in time before the site shuts down - you can email me at - if you email or PM me I might be keen to share my Facebook as well.

lonewolf678's picture


Put a Little Love Away

anarchist's picture

More dreams about hallucinogens

I've been dreaming about consuming Psilocybin mushrooms more frequently. I don't know why, I've never had interest in them, but they've been appearing in my most recent dreams. Last night I was at an outdoor concert with a lot of my friends, and someone gave me some Psilocybin, which I immediately consumed. It didn't give me any hallucinations, but it did cause me to mostly lose control of my actions; it actually seemed to have more of an alcoholic effect on me than anything else.

elph's picture

Two impressive youth performances...

lonewolf678's picture


So there I was, alone in the same stretch of road from a previous dream many months ago. I'm walking a road in what appears to be a rural area but not devoid of any signs of life, 1 - 2 cars drive by, I see no faces. I'm continually walking a lone road into a neighborhood that seems to appear subtly, I continue walking.

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Sleep Journal #18

I had a great sleep last night. I decided to go ahead and listen to this:

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