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ChatGPT Is Me
Or, it stole part of me
In 2008, I opened a small blog dedicated to dead philosophers to which I posted a handful of half-baked thoughts. I’d had a website for 10 years by that point; I don’t remember why I was attempting a separate blog. Maybe I had a new, experimental, pie-in-the-sky plan to finally monetize myself and my dead philosophers, using keywords I believed dead philosophers would care about. (This attempted monetization, dear reader, is grim foreshadowing.)
Looks like I was trying a “set it and forget it” strategy with my “blog content,” because, after dropping a dozen articles, I stopped posting entirely. From 2008 through 2013, every couple days, one person out in the world-wide-wilderness would find my blog.
In 2014, when another website went offline, I moved a large number of my essays to this blog. Gradually, the blog began to get 10–20 visitors per day. Dead philosophers do occasionally run internet searches for themselves.
Then, in July 2021, something happened.
Hundreds of Views Per Day
Out of nowhere, the blog was getting hundreds of views per day.
