Ok. So here's the thing.
I've been trying to figure out just why the hell I have a website. This might seem like a dumb question. I work on the web. Why wouldn't I have a site? I mean, I've had some form of a blog for almost 25 years.
But here's the thing.
I haven't really been enjoying time spent on the web over the last year. I've significantly reduced my footprint over the previous year, and I have very complicated (and perhaps overthought) feelings about keeping a blog.
I opined about this in a private slack my friends and I cohabitate. David pointed me to an essay called “My website is a shifting house next to a river of knowledge. What could yours be?”
It got me thinking about the aspirational view of what this tech can be, despite the colonization of business interest, social trolls, and bad actors. It gave me just enough hope to start again.
Bridget and I did this about two years ago, started our blogs over, new designs, built up from scratch. She stuck with hers, and I got distracted by static site generators and other technological Rube Goldberg machines. When I looked at the most recent incarnation of this site, it has about 408 files for about 11 blog posts.
What the actual fuck?
So…what is a website? What is a homepage anymore? I want to find out, so I've started over. This site has one page right now, along with a lame-ass stylesheet. I'm going to learn out to build a site from scratch again.