Eric Foltin © 2026
Dispatches.
40°4′20″ N, 80°44′37″ W
Eric Foltin © 2026
Dispatches.
40°4′20″ N, 80°44′37″ W
I’m Eric Foltin. Gen X. Punk rock lifer. Dog owner. Self-taught coder. Nerd. Ordained minister of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. Meals on Wheels driver. I have no patience for corporate bullshit, influencer culture, fake positivity, or people who mistake popularity for personality. I grew up in a world where you figured shit out yourself, fixed what broke, and didn’t need an audience to justify your existence. I still operate that way. No personal branding. No motivational bullshit. No pretending to be something I’m not. ERICFOLTIN.COM is my corner of the internet. Raw HTML, CSS, JavaScript, and my own rules. No WordPress. No plugins. No bloated frameworks. No unnecessary bullshit. Just files, code, and a website that does what I tell it to do. This is where I put my writing, projects, photography, interests, and whatever else occupies my attention. I built this site because I wanted something that belonged to me, not another rented space on a corporate platform that treats people like products and attention like currency. The internet used to be full of personal websites built by ordinary people with something to say. Now it’s an endless stream of advertisements, algorithms, manufactured outrage, and people desperately trying to monetize their personalities. I’m not interested. ERICFOLTIN.COM doesn’t exist to chase clicks, impress strangers, or satisfy some marketing department’s definition of success. It exists because I want it to exist. I make the rules, control the code, and decide what belongs here. No algorithm. No corporate babysitter. No permission required. Just my website, my interests, and a healthy distrust of the bullshit surrounding us. I’m not here to build an empire, become an internet celebrity, or turn every hobby into a side hustle. I already have a life outside a screen, and it doesn’t need to be packaged, branded, or sold to strangers. This site is a place to think, create, experiment, and publish without asking for approval. Some people will get it. Others won’t. Neither group gets a vote. The internet is big enough for one more independent voice, even if that voice belongs to a cynical Gen X bastard who still believes owning your own corner of the web matters.
Independent sites I read. No algorithm picked these.
Photos I took. Add images to a "photos" folder next to index.html.