A Stupidly Simple Page

I have a complicated relationship with the web.

I'm not alone in that boat of course.

As a person of a certain vintage, I grew up alongside the web. And as a life-long nerd, there were many times in my youth where the computer, and later the web in particular, were my escape into a world that made sense, when the people around me did not.

I watched the web transform from a thing you could only reasonably use after 8 PM (The phone company changed less by the MB at night) to load someone's blog. And you'd hope it didn't contain too many pictures, or you might be cut off from internet for the rest of the month for having spent too much, to... well. This.

All of this.

All the tracking, all the exploitative scraping, the political manipulation, the mother fucking wars, all just to grab some eyeball time to sell to advertisers, to — by sheer luck, certainly not genius — become the richest men humanity has ever known.

The situation is further complicated by the fact that the very salary that pays for my home, is directly derived from the same forces of exploitative capitalism that are ruining the things I love.

What are you to do under these circumstances?

Frankly, I don't have a fucking clue. So I'm starting here, here where it all started for me in the first place.

With a stupidly simple page.