`ark`: A Personal Archive System, Part 3: The Store — Where the Archive Actually Lives

That last post. What can I say. Four thousand plus words? Did I really do that to you? It won’t happen again. If I could do it over, I would1. When I set out to (very tentatively) write this series of posts on ark, I intended it as being a way of showcasing something fun that I built that actually turned out to be the thing that I always wanted to build. I forgot to bring the fun to that last post and it reads (to me) like one big “look what I can do!” flail. And this piece! This piece started out in the same direction, only worse. It was mired in technical detail. At one point, in the first draft, I wrote, This is naturally a more technical piece than most that I write, given the nature of what I am describing. I’ll do my best to smooth out those rough edges, but know that I am aware this isn’t for my usual audience. Lazy, lazy, lazy. And not the right intention. Fortunately, I caught onto what I was doing when only a thousand words or so had been set down. Pauciloquy2 is called for…