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The older I get the more existential dread starts to make me feel like I’ve foolishly wasted my time in this little corner of the universe. Lately I’ve given credence to that idea by rotting on my couch scrolling through the muck and the mire of social media feeds. This is objectively bad for all of us, yet it’s the de facto mode of operation I settle into once the sun sets and all the chores have been finished. I’m not sure how or when that happened and I think that’s what worries me every time I remember how many years I likely have left.
I’ve recently rediscovered a way to hide from the assault of news outlets and bot-piloted burner accounts screaming at one another about the downfall of humanity: blogs. Remember those? Most people had one at some point; some remembered to get rid of them before they grew up and embarrassed themselves, but a select few maintained the practice — namely, authors and culture curators.
These individuals have created a sort of retreat for people that I think is criminally overlooked in today’s firehose of noise and misinformation. They’ve created spaces to share art that hasn’t been generated in a server room. They’ve given themselves room to think and others room to do the same. They are providing an alternative to the same handful of autonomous systems that a majority of the population lock into throughout the day; a place to calm down for a second and consider something other than violent rhetoric.
This is important. And this is why I’ve created this space. To give myself a commonplace book of sorts to deposit some of the cool things I find or think about each day, and a conduit to share those things with others. Things that don’t raise your resting heart rate. Preferably things that help us all remember that, regardless of what’s going on, it’s still pretty damn cool out here.
Keep an eye on this space. In the meantime, check out some of the spaces I like to frequent below.
Signal Intent 