All good things must come to an end

I went and attempted to visit the Lambda Union website to ferret out a piece of information. (Hey, I wrote the page, but I just forgot what was on it.) I mysteriously got a URL not found error. (I had just typed the URL directly to a page a few levels down.) Assuming my brain had farted, I went to the top level site and prepared to navigate down. But what greeted me was a new website.

I used to consider the Lambda Union website, which is archived on my site, my magnum opus of website design. I had thought that I’d set the organization up on a platform that would keep it going for a while, without forcing every webmaster to redo everything.

Instead the new webmaster just went and deleted the whole thing. Of course I have to laugh because he used Front Page, and the site as stands is a violation of WSU Web Policy.

What sort of annoys me is some pages are rips of mine. For example, the current links page and my links page.

That is really the only clear place of ripping my edition of the site off. They’re more subtle things like the general division of the areas on the site that are present in the current version, and in my version but not in the version before mine.

I’m a little bit frustrated that I’m given no credit whatsoever. I created the logo and some other things on the site. (Ali Lane did re-composite into a better quality.) But, I guess I should feel secure in that at least what I created is still used.

As for the new site. I actually sort of like it. It has this quaint homey feeling, and not the “corporate” feel that is permeating WSU so much nowadays. The only history it has on it is one short “History” piece that Kevin Plessinger wrote at the request of Amanda Bennett for my edition of the website. It is of course following Wright State tradition in having only a passing mention of history, as the WSU is completely dedicated to destroying and overwriting their history as quickly as possible. Thus is the danger of always being in the now.

I miss Lambda Union, but I can’t go back. There are too many memories, both bad and good. Plus, there is just so much young blood that I’d feel like a completely old fart and I’d be continually saying “In my day we used to…” It just wouldn’t be pretty.

Time as we see it is linear, there is no going back, as much as we would like to.