One of the things I regularly do in the maintenance of this now ancient blog of the Internet is muck around behind the scenes. Behind the scenes of the blog you are presently reading I have a bunch of levers and pulleys and old, broken down equipment I can use to creakily find out vague information or sometimes to fashion minor changes. For instance last week I went in and changed my masthead quote from the self-effacing "The 43rd best blog largely about libraries on the Internet" to, well, actually, I've forgotten.
Wait here, and I'll go check.
Here it is:
"Everything we love is an accident that was written in the stars"
Well, that's nice.
"Stats" sits prominently among my behind the scene tools, and for seven years or so they have consistently delivered the faintly disconcerting news that in the past day or the past week somewhere between absolutely no people and twenty people have ambled over to read my blog. It's not a finely detailed barometer, or, at least, not in my confused hands. But it does tell me the old posts that people have allegedly read recently.
So I read them too, those old posts, just to stay in touch.
And so it is that I came across this post of yesteryear:
And I was struck by the following line:
"The Internet is like free food in a workplace break room. People will consume indiscriminately what is before them."
And as I so often do, with an alarming passion and consistency, I vehemently agreed with myself.
"Exactly!" I thought. "This is how large corporations have swallowed the Internet and why independence, quirkiness, unevenness, and true rebellion have been squeezed into such tiny margins of the Internet that even though a billion people are on the Internet each day, only somewhere between zero and twenty people will ever see its like!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
And then, pretty worked up about it, I thought boldly "I SHOULD WRITE A BLOGPOST ABOUT IT!"
Then I remembered, I had.
Then I wrote one anyway.