Matthew Haughey (born October 10, 1972) is an American programmer, web designer, and blogger best known as the founder of the community weblog MetaFilter, where he is known as mathowie.
Haughey grew up in Placentia, California. He graduated from the University of California, Riverside with a B.S. and M.S. in environmental science.
Haughey designed his first website in 1995. From 1997 to 2000, Haughey was a webmaster and programmer for Social Sciences Computing at UCLA. In 2000, he moved to the San Francisco Bay area where, as an employee of Pyra Labs, he participated in the development of early versions of Blogger. In 2001, he worked briefly for KnowNow and Bitzi. Haughey then relocated to Portland, Oregon, and from 2002 to 2005 served as creative director at Creative Commons.
In 1999, Haughey launched MetaFilter, a community weblog and internet forum, which he programmed himself using Macromedia ColdFusion and Microsoft SQL Server,. In March 2015, Haughey announced he would be stepping down from day to day management of Metafilter to take on a role as Senior Content Director at Slack, leaving primary management and operation duties of Metafilter to long-time moderator Josh Millard.
Don't waste your lips on words I've heard before
Kiss my tired head.
And each letter written wastes your hand, young man
Come and lead me to your bed
You gave me hope that I'd not lost her
And then thought it rather strange to see me smile-
as I don't do too much smiling these days.
She put on happiness like a loose dress
Over pain I'll never know
"So the peace you had," she said,
"I must confess, I'm glad to see it go."
We're two white roses lying frozen just outside his door
I've made you so happy and so sad,
But which should I be more sorry for?
Come kiss my face goodbye,
that space below my eye and above my cheek
Cause I'm faint and fading fast, I see a darkness
And I shall be released.
I'll pass like a fever from this body,
And softly slip into his hands
I tried to love you and I failed,
But I have another plan.
How long, My Lord, how long to sing this song?
And my Lord, how muchmore of this pretending to be strong?
When she stands before your throne
Dressed in beauty not her own
All soft and small, you'll hear her call