From 62e8467e59d7d30d7cbda080f6b5f1d37a17d905 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: mjfernez Date: Sun, 28 Jun 2026 14:44:00 -0400 Subject: 2026 Touch up, mostly FAQ --- about/whereami.html | 32 ++++++++++++-------------------- 1 file changed, 12 insertions(+), 20 deletions(-) (limited to 'about/whereami.html') diff --git a/about/whereami.html b/about/whereami.html index 35f7a39..4fcab70 100644 --- a/about/whereami.html +++ b/about/whereami.html @@ -8,18 +8,10 @@ @@ -39,11 +31,11 @@ credit cards, golf, and girls' basketball.

ok. I don't really get all this stuff either. Let's start with some easy stuff.

You're on the Internet. Known to some as a series of -tubes, 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.

+tubes, 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.

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.

@@ -68,9 +60,9 @@ bulk connection and rent them out for people to run fake media companies, blogs about cats, and porn sites.

I'm getting lost on your question though, so where are we exactly?

-

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.

+

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

And speaking of fake, it's not even unreasonable to believe you're -- cgit v1.2.3