Digital clutter

My website is a time bomb. I’ve been watching is count down for a few months now and still haven’t done anything about it. Every so often I’ll get an email from my site saying “at 99.9% capacity” HELP ME! I’m fat and full and you’re a terrible creator, lazy lazy woman. But I don’t really know what to do? It’s the blog, I know it is. This heavy thing full of photos and files and embedded videos, but I can’t get rid of them! Where are they going to go? This is like history isn’t it? At least my history…
Maybe there’s a way to archive all the old stuff on a separate site? But then I remember my webmaster saying, you don’t want people to leave your site and go somewhere else, you want it all contained for “hit” reasons. Like people come here anyway… like I need to worry about how many “hits” I’m getting. I can tell you, it’s about 2 a month and one is from me and another is spam from Ugg boot outlet stores.
Maybe I get rid of a whole page? Maybe there are things I don’t need anymore? Maybe I do a free blog like I did when I first started and link to it on my site… I don’t know. Digital clutter. I thought that’s why it was digital, so I didn’t have to deal with it?

Our rain was wonderful. It’s actually cold this morning – 47 degrees. C’mon, give me that at least, that’s cold right?! I wore a jacket on the train. The train had HEAT on. People still smelled. One lady in a motorized wheel chair was wearing shorts and her knees looked like giant heads of cauliflower and I wondered how horrible that would feel to be trapped in your own body like that. Trapped and she also made a phone call to her case manager about domestic abuse. “I just want to get out,” she said. Mentally and physically trapped. I hope she does. It’s strange the conversations people have on the light rail, the phone calls they make, the personal issues they don’t mind other people hearing and maybe that’s why, because casting your troubles to a congregation of people is a way to feel less alone. Who wants to make those phone calls in the dark? As awful as we are to each other, sometimes a body is enough.

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2 Responses to Digital clutter

  1. Ms. Moon says:

    I eavesdropped for a long time today in the library. A man was on the phone. He kept saying things like, “He has horrible anxiety. Do you know how I know? I can feel it in MY body. My whole body! I can feel his heart pounding in my little finger!” Oh, how I wanted to know what was going on.

    • rachvb says:

      I love that. I love listening to people! Yet, I hate talking on the phone in public places … that’s probably why, because I KNOW if I do it other people do it too!

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