Rolling along again
The Wayback Machine saves the day when server fees start to add up
During the pandemic I was trying to copy sans Xanax with anxiety and vicarious trauma and daddy-hubby-nurse home duties, so I didn’t notice when my novelist-journalist self was briefly big enough to be on Wikipedia. My agent and I had tried to get me on there before the novel debut; lots of cool author solidarity groups/reading groups really push the Wiki-bio as a key stepping stone. We tried and were denied. Whatevs. Yolo.
I may or may not be on Wikipedia right now. I would like to be, obvs. Wikipedia is awesome; they are independent. They are reasonably well run. They are reasonably reliable. When my parents were married, my dad had a huge set of encyclopedias. I loved to devour them. Just open one, flip to a page, and start inhaling cool fact nuggets like popcorn chicken at KFC after a roller hockey tournament.
Wikipedia has lasted, but a site I loved, Queen Mob’s Teahouse, closed up shop years ago. I was super proud of a roller derby stalker/obsession story I had homed there. A decade has passed, but the latest lawsuit against smartphones and apps for giving an entire gen TikTok brain (Pavlovian stimuli) can be seen in how a person falls in love with falling in love; they need and crave attention, and technology is their flawed portal.
I am trying to rehome this gem, but here it is courtesy of the Wayback machine: HERE.