TEN YEARS AGO, I was cleaning out a bookshelf several stories above the catacombs of Curved Street in Dublin. The catacombs connected Arthouse (now Filmbase) to the Temple Bar Music Centre. On some weekends, long after we turned out the lights in Arthouse, we could stoop and shuffle to get pints at gigs. We were riding the Celtic Tiger wave in 1999, trading stories about nixers paying some guys more than 1000 Irish punts a day. In one obscene example, a Java coder I know billed 550 pounds Sterling for two lines of Y2K encapsulation code. We talked about those crazy things in the dark auditorium under Arthouse, the venue used for Teencamp this weekend. Some of those teenagers have hopes of a successful online experience. I hope there's a showcase some day that features start-ups trading stories about the underground side of their business because I always learn from the things in the shadows.
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