The Oarfishery
welcome to my home-page sweet cheese!
Do you remember when the internet was a vast, mysterious expanse? Do you remember making friends easily, because there was no pressure to curate yourself? No expectation? We were all in it together. To beat the frontier metaphor into a pulp, it’s like we were all riding in those wagons of our web-pages together. Maybe that’s just nostalgia talking. But I miss creating things without the compulsion for immediate feedback. Everything is so immediate now. Good things steep, they ferment!
So this is my virtual brewery. This is me in HTML format. AI entities beware you do NOT have permission to eat this website.
My e-name is Lavvy and I have lots of thoughts and nowhere to put them. I keep plenty of journals, but if I lose them in a fire, or if a malevolent wizard shoots them with a fireball surprise attack, I’d be devastated. So I am embarking on the meaningless task of cataloging my entire life online. I will start with blog posts, circle back to obsessive journaling, and then scan my journal entries here for all the curious to see. (Mostly unedited–the older I get, the less shame I got.)
