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A couple of weeks ago I read The Last Quiet Thing by Terry Godier, and it made me very conscious of what my devices were asking from me.
I keep talking about seeking calm to everyone who’ll listen, and still I hadn’t seen it like that: our devices demanding work from us.
A life organized around a to-do list takes the joy out of living. There's always stuff to do, obviously: somebody has to wash the dishes, sweep, go grocery shopping, get that cabinet door fixed.
The problem is not the to-do list itself. It's the timing of tasks. I tend to do things whenever the stars and my brain chemistry get aligned and I actually want to do them. When I was living alone, dishes tended to pile up, laundry got unmanageable, the fridge was empty and I had to push things over on the table to make space to sit down to eat. Then, on a random morning, my mind was right and I powered through it all and left the place spotless. Suddenly there were no 'tasks', it was all joy.
What a game I just saw. Argentina vs Egypt. That comeback!
I don't even really like futbol, but I'm in that temporary state of exception that happens every four years. And this game... I wish Mexico vs England last Sunday had been this one. But it wasn't, and right now I'm very happy for my Argentinian friends and for watching this absolutely fierce piece of futbol. Or Soccer, whichever one you'll have.
Fuck FIFA, though.
I just took this test to find My AI Compass, and although I doubt it has any scientific validity, it was amusing that the result is pretty much spot on with what I think.
The Shrug
AI is a thing that exists and you regard it with detached amusement, like everything else. It's overhyped, sure, but so is most stuff. You'll use it when it's useful and ignore it when it isn't, and you find the discourse more interesting than the technology. You are unbothered.
Via Gorkula.
There's a bit of a parallel there between journaling and vomiting: doesn't feel good in the moment, but afterwards you're like "thank god I got that out of me".
Campbell Walker (Struthless), Journaling but make it punk.
I experience a sense of grief every time a great TV series ends. The sadness that there isn't going to be any more of it, the irrational feeling that there's never going to be anything as good, and the sensation of emptiness inside. It's a strong emotional response, not very different from losing someone you love, with the obvious differences in intensity.
Stranded in Vicam
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A full-fledged monthly magazine about web 1.0, small web, and indie web.
It was ten, maybe eleven years ago. I was picking my oldest kid from school, he was 4 or 5. When he came out, I gave him a hug. We walked to the car, I buckled him into his car seat, and hugged him again.
Having a coffee with my dad
terrygodier.com/the-last-quiet-thing
An absolutely great essay about the attention our devices demand. Eye-opening.
In the last week I've found myself in two situations where I had to explain that despite all the crap I've been through, I wouldn't change a thing. That I love who I am, and I'm the product of everything I've lived, hence, I shall love all that past shit as much as I love past sunshine and rainbows.
The current state of spam calls and messages is ridiculous. But before, or in addition to legislation, because that’s slow, complicated and scammers just don’t care, we need immediate tools on our end. What about a way to effectively ignore any non-contact call or text on my phone? No “silence” or a special list. Just make it not exist. I don’t want them to even reach me.
Meta update: I just added memories to the homepage list of content and to the everything page. It feels more complete.
Makes me laugh every time
I've always been a hoarder. I refuse to get rid of things, and that goes both for the box of cables and old electronics down in that cabinet in my office and for the files in my Google Drive, external hard drives, on my computers and phone.
I feel my brain dry. I call it "feeling gray". In days like this it's like I can't get any joy, and no pill is able to get me out of it.
We'll, I've been thinking a lot about photos, as you might have noticed. A few months ago I published Memories, my photo-blog-kinda-thing, and I loved it, but as it was a separate project from this website, I ignored it most of the time.
I updated the tags in all the blog posts. They were all over the place, and there were almost more tags than posts. They should make more sense now.
When I came back to blogging after years of being in and out of it, I did so mostly because I wanted to leave social media behind.
Sure, some people never stopped. There are people who have been blogging for twenty-plus years while the rest of us were tweeting away. I admire, envy, and wish I were one of them.
Because I wasn't, I ended up carrying a lot of social media assumptions into blogging, and they're starting to surface.
I participate in several IndieWeb and SmallWeb webrings.
If you don't know what a webring is, you're probably too young and/or too cool. Here's an explanation.
A webring to find (and be found by) other folks with IndieWeb building blocks on their sites.
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People who started making websites in the late 90s/early 00s and are still here.
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A webring for people who take joy in messing around with CSS.
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"Some of us miss the messy old days of the Internet where we tried to get along and we'd link to each other's sites and it was all so much fun."
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