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fear of stupid
What do you wish you’d done less of this past year? I have a terrible case of something I’m going to call FOGWI… or fear of giving the wrong impression. It is awkward to admit it, but I really find that I (often subconsciously) make stupid choices about even the most mundane choices because I
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third-place-less
I’m sitting in a coffee shop trying to do some writing, but first I needed to get some words off my chest: this was fifth out-of-the house writing location I tried. It’s shortly after lunchtime on a Monday in October and the first four locations I tried—including three other cafes and the local public library—were
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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