By some odd luck, TGTH was reviewed in the December issue of Wired, which made many of my friends laugh. Not that I'm partial to Wired, I buy it whenever something interesting comes up, but sometimes it borders on psuedo-McLuhanism and thinks way too ahead of itself (remember that one issue that told you to throw away your browser because "push" technology would become the norm?)

This is the second national review that TGTH has received. We were humbly honoured by Screw, and before that, a local review in Calgary's little arts paper Fast Forward. TGTH also made Da Boot!'s notable on the net for November-December 1998 as well.

I hope it doesn't sound sappy, but many people lend a hand to TGTH and I am grateful to them all. TGTH is not "my" site, which is why I often refer to it as "we" :-) TGTH is made possible through the support of gonzo fans from home to Latvia, Down Under in Australia to Japan. It's a gonzo world, and like I have always said, gonzo fiends are the best friends to have.

I'm a little curious to know why the critic thinks the site "suffers" from a lack of HST's own work. A majority of it is still widely available (is it worth the copyright infringement or royalty payments?) - or why he didn't mention our awesome scans of everything from Greg's Woody Creek vacation pictures or Staci's special Curse of Lono. Or that the largest collection of work on Oscar and Ralph is also here.

It's my guess that he didn't understand what TGTH is all about. It's about gonzo fans sharing their collections and words with other readers, connecting in a way that was impossible before the Internet. It's about keeping the flame burning and the fist held high - and finding and viewing books and other sites that might not be seen if it weren't for Better Than Search.com. If you appreciate our efforts, then you understand TGTH. An online museum, accessible to anyone with a modem and a burning for gonzo. A testimony to those who believe in the power of individuals and those who believe that poor writers make better heroes than overpaid sports stars. A last chance at keeping brittle Rolling Stones and gonzo memories from being devoured by those who would rather forget that they once wore flowers in their hair and the cruel power of time. And as always, it needs to be said: is HST the only writer left with a sense of humor?

Christine O
December 3, 1998

Dedicated to the hundreds of people who have offered help and inspiration in the past two years. We've been here this long, year three promises to be a big one!