Here Comes a Chopper
I have been scrubbed from my old firm's website. Mostly. Finally.
I get it. We had an open-ended agreement to forward people looking for me to my site. I guess they figured it was time to end that deal. Maybe somebody went to a CLE and learned you have to keep that interweb stuff current.
Actually, it was probably just a client or somebody looking at the site and wondering, "Who's that guy?" A bit awkward, that question, especially two-plus YEARS after I was displaced at the same time the payment book for a new Porsche arrived. It evidently is not too long in terms of withholding my writing sample, but it is an eternity in internet years.
So what was the solution? A reshoot of the site art? The pictures are 4-5 years old. Nope. Too spendy. A reimagined site? I created this one off a Wordpress blog template. Maybe go to some elegant Squarespace template?
Nah. This was the solution:
- Kill the blog, since I was the only one who wrote any entries. Maybe they didn't want to fight about who owned the content. (My embargoed writing sample answered that question.)
- Kill the links to my current web presence. (I killed my employee page on the way out the door.) OK, fine. Whatever, guys.
- And about that now-inaccurate site art? Surely we know someone with photoshop.
And just like that...
You won, guys. I'm gone. Not merely gone since 2015. Gone like I wasn't even there in 2012-13 when this moment was "frozen" in time. Maybe I was never there. Maybe I never existed in that universe.
I am not mad about being scrubbed from the site. It was obligatory and long overdue. I'm not mad that they dropped most of what I set up (like the Facebook page) or that they ignored their website for two years. I am glad that someone now is paying attention again.
I do have a philosophical objection to rewriting history with Photoshop. This is fake news. I expected better than being lost to a memory hole in the Records Department.