I’ve been getting love notes from my ISP lately, about how much space I’m taking up on their servers. I have shared hosting, so I need to consider the needs of the many, versus the needs of the one (me).
After some initial irritation at being pinged every month or so about how much space I’m taking up (I did sign up for unlimited usage, after all), I took a look at what’s actually on my disk.
Seems I have a sizable proliferation of a whole bunch of crap for years gone by, which I never bothered to clean up. I was busy doing BIG THINGS, after all, and I figured that someday, oneday, I might actually need that stuff.
Turns out, I’ve changed my mind. I don’t need it. I haven’t needed it in years — some of it in decades. It’s time I cleaned up my act.
I’ve been spending this lovely afternoon in front of an open window, looking out onto my deerfly-infested back yard, wiping out old sites and WordPress instances that I thought would be a good idea, once upon a time, but never panned out. Some of the ideas were better than others. Some of them were dogs from the start. But ultimately, you can’t let the chance of eventually being wrong, keep you from attempting to be right.
And looking at all of my ideas along the way, it’s plain to me that my life priorities have shifted… away from technical implementations and roll-outs, for the sheer joy of doing it, to conceptualizing at a more abstract level those things which offer not only sheer joy, but also some pragmatic, utilitarian promise.
Doing stuff for its own sake is wonderful and fun.
Doing stuff because it holds water, it squares with reason, and it follows logically from one supposition to the next… and it continues to hold water even after being tossed around and roughed up a bit… now, that’s even more wonderful and fun.
One thing that strikes me, as I click on a subdirectory where I have installed a WordPress instance together with a handful of “helpful” plugins, is how much absolute glut there is in the system. These templated systems with their complement of useful tools and features are seriously bloated. Each function seems to have its own individual file, which may make it easier for the system as a whole to interact with, make it more modular and customizable, etc. But that comes at a price — bloat and glut and other consonant-laden words which convey a combination of dismay and disdain in a single syllable.
But holy crap — two words, I know — tinymce has a ton of moving pieces, which may prove useful to everyone and anyone who puts it to use. But geez. It makes getting rid of the thing quite involved via Filezilla.
I know, I know — I should just login via secure shell and do rm -r on the thing. I have done it for some disposable directories. But a part of me enjoys seeing all the different files and directories going bye-bye before my very eyes. Kind of like de-fragging a hard drive in 1999.
Well, in any case, tinymce is now gone, along with about 20 different directories packed full of all sorts of relics from my days of enthusiastic compulsive (?) starting-up of whatever came to mind. I’ve kept what I need.
For now, anyway.