From 62e8467e59d7d30d7cbda080f6b5f1d37a17d905 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: mjfernez
Honestly, I though the fish was cool.
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I don't know the artist of that one unfortunately, I just found it on -a forum.
-Besides I've installed Debian lots of times so I figured, why not try -something different? It's pretty cool as a server OS. Just a lot of -homework. I'm sure it's good as a desktop/laptop one too, but it's not -different enough for me to move all my data.
-For what it's worth, I use Debian sid for a daily driver.
Eh. I feel like if what I say isn't interesting, prettying it up diff --git a/about/howami.html b/about/howami.html index d7268a5..5c2fe23 100644 --- a/about/howami.html +++ b/about/howami.html @@ -8,18 +8,10 @@ diff --git a/about/whatami.html b/about/whatami.html index 9a345fd..89796bd 100644 --- a/about/whatami.html +++ b/about/whatami.html @@ -8,18 +8,10 @@ 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 diff --git a/about/whoami.html b/about/whoami.html index 2033350..c34ab97 100644 --- a/about/whoami.html +++ b/about/whoami.html @@ -8,18 +8,10 @@ @@ -38,8 +30,8 @@ really.
When I first came up with a writing a page with this title, it devolved into a kind of personal essay. The kind of unwelcome nonsense you no doubt encounter (and I no doubt supplied) in comment sections on -the Internet or the paginated newsfeeds written by faceless names or in -the rambling profiles that start with birth and forget where they're +the Internet or in the paginated newsfeeds written by faceless names or +in the rambling profiles that start with birth and forget where they're going around college. It seems to come easy to a lot of us.
But lately, I'm not so sure I've earned the right yet.
I'd rather just let my work (and my play) stand for itself, for @@ -65,7 +57,7 @@ metrics, I'm probably not great at that, but I'm getting there. I love a good math problem, and though I only got a B in my college circuits class, I still find time to make some lights blink.
I spend a lot of time on the Internet lost. And in the process, -sometimes find useful things; though I largely find nonsense, which has +sometimes find useful things: though I largely find nonsense, which has it's own value, but it's separate.
Here is as close to home as I'll get for now.
diff --git a/about/whyami.html b/about/whyami.html index cbb1e10..60a8246 100644 --- a/about/whyami.html +++ b/about/whyami.html @@ -8,18 +8,10 @@ -- cgit v1.2.3