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@@ -8,18 +8,10 @@
<style>
code{white-space: pre-wrap;}
span.smallcaps{font-variant: small-caps;}
- div.columns{display: flex; gap: min(4vw, 1.5em);}
- div.column{flex: auto; overflow-x: auto;}
+ span.underline{text-decoration: underline;}
+ div.column{display: inline-block; vertical-align: top; width: 50%;}
div.hanging-indent{margin-left: 1.5em; text-indent: -1.5em;}
- /* The extra [class] is a hack that increases specificity enough to
- override a similar rule in reveal.js */
- ul.task-list[class]{list-style: none;}
- ul.task-list li input[type="checkbox"] {
- font-size: inherit;
- width: 0.8em;
- margin: 0 0.8em 0.2em -1.6em;
- vertical-align: middle;
- }
+ ul.task-list{list-style: none;}
.display.math{display: block; text-align: center; margin: 0.5rem auto;}
</style>
<link href="../../static/main.css" rel="stylesheet"/>
@@ -39,11 +31,11 @@ credit cards, golf, and girls' basketball.</p>
<em>ok</em>. I don't really get all this stuff either. Let's start with
some easy stuff.</p>
<p><em>You're on the Internet</em>. Known to some as a <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Series_of_tubes">series of
-tubes</a>, but in reality much more complicated than it has to be. In
-basic sense, your computer called mine, and mine answered with directory
-full of pages.</p>
+tubes</a>, but in reality much more complicated than it has to be. Like
+a phone call, your computer called mine, and mine answered with
+directory full of pages.</p>
<p>The way you get here is through a device you have at home called a
-router, which literally does what the name implies--it routes signals to
+router, which literally does what the name implies: it routes signals to
where they need to go to make things go beep. In the 60s and 70s,
routers tended to be people-based and would require workers spend their
time plugging cables into and out of ports so calls could connect.</p>
@@ -68,9 +60,9 @@ bulk connection and rent them out for people to run fake media
companies, blogs about cats, and porn sites.</p>
<p>I'm getting lost on your question though, so where are we
exactly?</p>
-<p>Precisely speaking, you are in a chrooted web server running on
-rented virtual machine in a server farm located roughly in New Jersey
-browsing the "about" directory on the "whereami.html" page.</p>
+<p>Precisely speaking, you are in a web server running on rented virtual
+machine in a server farm located roughly in New Jersey browsing the
+"about" directory on the "whereami.html" page.</p>
<p>Less precisely, all that means is you're looking at some files I left
in a directory at this address, and paid some people to host for me
since local ISPs tend to be ridiculously expensive if you want to do
@@ -78,14 +70,14 @@ anything besides host some private servers for you and your friends and
family.</p>
<p>But maybe most importantly, you've reached a webpage owned by another
human being. Well mostly... I don't own the hardware. But the place is
-mine; not a corporation's, or a bot's, or a government's. All these
+mine. Not a corporation's, or a bot's, or a government's. All these
files were loving crafted by yours truly in markdown, using vim, and
converted with pandoc to HTML because of laziness.</p>
<p>The Internet I grew up with, though I didn't really appreciate it at
the time, used to be filled with places like this. "Homepages" were a
thing, or were just starting to be at least.</p>
<p>But as soon as it started it all got sucked up and commodified into
-social media; we somehow got coerced into profiles, templates, and
+social media. We somehow got coerced into profiles, templates, and
standards to make us easier for ad companies to study. And even I really
liked it for a while, but over time, it got fake. I got fake.</p>
<p>And speaking of fake, it's not even unreasonable to believe you're