2025: Year of the Website

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Webster's defines "website" as a group of World Wide Web pages usually containing hyperlinks to each other and made available online by an individual, company, educational institution, government, or organization.

Thanks, Webster's.

One year ago I soft-launched this website. (Two-and-a-half years ago, I started paying for it, but I don’t wanna talk about that.)

The goal was to have a place where I could archive all my old art and writing and music, maybe do an extended autobiographical mess of a CV, essentially create a museum whose theme is what a special and clever boy I was and continue to be.

But now that parasitic capitalism is draining the last drops of blood from the corpse of web 2.0’s cultural victory, I see a new report each week of someone who spent decades writing for a news website having their entire online oeuvre baleeted because the firm that bought the corporation that bought the company that used to publish the news website gave it to the 24-year-old B-minus* econ student failnephew of one of their 35 vice-presidents, and that failnephew’s drug friend told him he could save money on computer juice by 404ing the archives to make the URL more valuable when he re-sells it off to an online gambling cartel founded by Lamborghini teens and headquartered in international waters.

And nobody with an ounce of healthy cynicism would put any faith in public platforms like Youtube or Bandcamp or Medium or Substack or Tumblr or DeviantArt either.

So the wisdom of owning your own website to make sure your work remains available has been spreading quickly and widely. (As usual, my perceptions were ahead of the curve while my consequent IRL actions lagged woefully behind it.)

None of this is meant to be revelatory. I just wanted to commemorate the anniversary.