By CP Staff
By Olivia LaVecchia
By Chris Parker
By Jesse Marx
By John Baichtal
By Olivia LaVecchia
By Jesse Marx
By Olivia LaVecchia
In the summer of 1996, while working as a designer for Time Warner's gargantuan, inelegant Pathfinder Web site, Steve Baldwin had an epiphany about the World Wide Web. When he was out boating one balmy night on Long Island Sound, a vision came to him from out of the depths. As it appeared to Baldwin's apocalyptic eye, the Web "wasn't a friendly place--an innocent place of community, commerce, and chat. It was a great, utterly pitiless electronic ocean that swallowed up sites, careers, and venture capital like a ravenous killer whale."
What Baldwin realized was that along with explosive Internet growth came a kind of digital carnage. "Great sites were going down with all hands," he thought. All around him, as he surveyed the inflationary cosmos of the Web, he saw the carcasses of dead and abandoned sites--sites no one was updating or maintaining, sites with no connection to the present, that had simply ceased to be relevant. No one seemed to care. "Who would record these days of New Media folly, disaster, and despair?" he wondered.
As a public service, Baldwin launched Ghostsites, his own "modest attempt to document the great crewless fleet of Web sites sinking beneath the waves." Now reincarnated under the sheltering umbrella of Disobey.com and located at www.disobey.com/ghostsites, Baldwin's Ghostsites is a key vantage point from which to view the ever-growing number of rusting hulks on the electronic sea. Sites such as that for Woodstock '94, where until recently you could still follow a breathless countdown to the opening chord of the concert, or study detailed maps of the grounds so your minivan wouldn't get stuck in the mud. (Strangely, this site seems to have gone into some kind of digital Bermuda Triangle; links now deliver you to an apparently unrelated business site.)
Or take one of Ghostsites' current monthly picks, a doozy of a site constructed by and devoted to the amazing life of Dr. Frederick Lenz, a.k.a. Rama. Before he chose to end his own life in 1998, Lenz was an eclectic techno-guru who attracted into his cultish fold a number of prominent members of the Silicon Valley elite. A computer-systems architect, snow boarder, surfer, martial-arts expert, Buddhist teacher, musician, record producer, and author, Dr. Lenz in his incarnation as Rama received advice from the higher powers of "Master Fwap and the Oracle." Lenz/Rama's adventures are chronicled in classics such as Surfing the Himalayas and Snowboarding to Nirvana. Sadly, since the duo's demise, their Web site has been left to rot.
Consider also the "Gadget" Web site, which bills itself as "the newsletter for grown-up kids." According to Ghostsites' commentary, "This sad, rusty site once functioned as a somewhat unsystematic guide to gadgetry, electronic gizmos, and mechanical what-nots." Despite lavish production values, the site appears to have been killed off soon after its launch; just a handful of gadgets were ever reviewed, and its last update was in October 1998. Observers of Net necrosis can add their own favorite corpses to Ghostsites' archives using the cunning Ghost-o-meter, a small window that lurks on your PC desktop enabling instant capture of digital wraiths.
Unfettered by any regulations, Baldwin notes that these "drifting hulks" are far from innocuous; increasingly, he says, they "pose a pesky nuisance to Net navigation." Science-fiction writer Bruce Sterling (author of Holy Fire) is also troubled by the buildup of Internet debris. "The ghost sites are really scary," he says by phone from his home in Austin, Texas. "There's going to be this increasing rind of 'living' stuff online, surrounding a growing core of dead sites."
And not just dead sites, also dead links--promising-looking connections that go nowhere. "Link rot," Sterling calls it, and as anyone who has spent much time on AltaVista or Yahoo knows, it's another pervasive problem online.
As the philosophical fountainhead of the Dead Media Project, a major online effort aimed at cataloging all forms of dead media (from neolithic notched bones, to Betamax videotape and defunct computer platforms), Sterling is a sort of unofficial expert in dead communications technologies. His interest in the necrotic face of the Internet is more than passing. Throughout the Net, he says, "Garbage is now endemic." Where Baldwin uses a nautical metaphor, Sterling prefers the classic motoring motif. "It's piling up in the gutters of the information superhighway," he says ruefully. "It's not septic, so often there's no way to even tell if it's garbage."
One of the most serious consequences of all this debris is that it gunks up the wheels of search engines. An AltaVista search on almost any topic now yields an absurd haul of sites, an increasing number guaranteed to be well past their use-by date. Since every film, TV show, novel, and product--no matter how minor, how banal, or how temporary its shelf life--now has its own constellation of Web sites, things can only get worse. Much worse.
The problem is that it's so cheap to put stuff up on the Net and, as Sterling notes, "It's simpler and cheaper to leave sites there than to pay someone to remove them." Why bother anyway? In the boundlessness of cyberspace, there's no lack of new real estate. As Sterling puts it: "The Internet was designed without a wastebasket." The whole philosophy behind the Net has been one of endless expansion, with no thought for the future and no forethought about what effect all this digital debris might eventually have for the user.