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state of the blog, one: un-curated
When I relaunched this site back in April I suggested that I would try not to write too many navel gazing posts about the blog itself. I mean, to be fair, I like reading about how the sausage is made—as it were. I wish a lot more people who maintained personal websites and writing projects
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social games, three
I spent an hour curating. Look, I’m sorry: If you follow me and I follow back, that’s the powerade of what is supposed to make social media work—but if I open up the feed and literally the only thing you do on there is repost angry memes and incite capital-lettered ranting commentary above links to
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social games, two
We all start to sound a bit like junkies when we ponder aloud the idea of fleeing the social platforms once and for good, weaning ourselves off our feeds, setting limits and goals and self moderation parameters, or screaming digital curses to the gods of going cold turkey. It has been a week. A fucking
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meta (not) monday and other stuff
Starting with an aside, I’ll just note that it drove me nuts when the company that makes and runs that dystopian social network—you know the one—decided to call itself meta. Many wager that they stole the term from Neal Stephenson’s classic novel Snow Crash which itself was a fiction-shaped social commentary on the explosive expansion
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hobbies defined, or why investing in things you love is not wasting your money
I keep telling myself I am not a musician. Call it imposter syndrome, but despite having all the music-connected skills that I have, I still just think of it as eclectic side-hobby. Here’s the thing tho. I’ve been playing in a real orchestra for the better part of my 40s. (Second violin, in case you