Hi M
it's 6:32 AM, a coffee please ~bartender?
The morning rays are coming through the window, Midnight seems calm, but plenty going on outside on the roads adjacent to the alleyway of the Pub - IndieWeb scaffolding towers some blocks down, the distant, repetitive jack-hammering of another Webring being coded into existence. Terms and words to make one's day brighter - digital garden, online archive, et al - I may as well manifest a mInD bLoG or tHoT gArdEn to be the latest fast ass on the block to have a term that gets a post or two written about it amongst the known bloggers.
Honestly, I am just having coffee and happy (enough) to NOT write or have a *dedicated* form of writing these days. I've come to one conclusion, writing in a local editor is A+++ #1 all the way. I just click open GNOME Editor and I am off to the races when I want to write some words. Copy/paste/(publish?) with it what I will, I keep it .txt so I can do whatever with it.
Hope everyone is having a good morning :)
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Doggone!
I managed to double post a reply, and of *course* (that's a reference for how Murphy's Law-ish software tends to "work" for me in general) I couldn't clean up by deleting one of them. Attempting to leads to seeing:
> server error: pq: update or delete on table > "replies" violates foreign key constraint > "notifications_reply_id_fkey" on table "notifications"
So I guess posting a reply puts something in a "notifications" table, rendering it unable to be removed...?
A couple offerings that seem relevant to occasional posting/discussion here:
Writers Are LosersA couple offerings that seem relevant to occasional posting/discussion here:
Writers Are LosersQuoting from the pilledtexts entry:
" Before the internet, writing for oneself was easier. The "audience" was sodistant from the writer, physically and temporally, that "writing for oneself"was a simplification, relative to writing for an audience. Writing for anaudience probably felt vexing and paralyzing, whereas writing for oneself wouldhave felt more certain and reassuring.
In the era of social media, the situation is reversed. Now that audiences areso near, publishing words to please them feels easier than writing for oneself.Not to mention, "the death of the author" and other postmodern notions thatwould seem to obviate writing for oneself.
To write for oneself alone, one must now go far off the normal path—a certaindegree of anti-social discipline and effortful re-cultivation is necessary toeven have a self for whom one could write.
All of which reinforces my feeling that, indeed, this is the way."
Yes, prior to the Web, one had better grasp to what writing was, or what writing JUST was, amusing oneself via writing for the purpose of whatever one would derive fron it, and it alone. The Web offered not just instant gratification (potential) but vindication, potential for feeling the invisible void of vanity. Then those things are included - as where just writing to write and enjoy the act of writing, that is effectively all there was pre-Web. Unless one had books deals, readers, etc., which still took the act/art of writing (to oneself) in order to achieve.
I'll break it down so I am being clear (I hope)
readers/book deals, that happens (possibly) after one "gets good" at writing. But feedback is not the goal, but more of a slim (afterthought) reward. Writing, is by/for the writer (he to himself, she to herself, etc).
I, however, don't have the same view as pilledtexts (quoted above) in regards to writing away from blogs/social media to be "antisocial discipline or effortful cultivation" as someone driven to (or who MUST) write, and write for oneself, will do so. Should blogs/feedback interrupt this joy and amusement, then they (as myself) simply avoid most online outlets to achieve ("maximum") enjoyment in writing and what I've written.
With that, should I put a few words online, feedback is ok/welcome. But most isn't online since late-2022, and those who know me know my writing routine(s) at that time. E.g I put very little online.
So, thanks for sharing that entry Inquiry. I am saving these quotes :)
> the distant, repetitive jack-hammering of another Webring > being coded into existence
Holy crappenheimerss, I'd just finished exploring a webring or ten before reading that!
That kind of shockingly familiar "synchronicity" is why I can openly wonder why I'd ever need divination tools.
Which reminds me... the other day I was at a grandchild football game, and it was "Bradley" versus "Plano".
Well... my dad worked for a company named "Bradley" (I did too a couple summers), and in addition to their main plant, they also had one in "Plano" (Texas, I believe). So imagine my synchronicitous surprise when I'm suddenly hearing a stadium announcer welcoming me to a game between (the city of) Bradley and (the city of) Plano... (neither in Texas, btw...).
> I may as well manifest a mInD bLoG or tHoT gArdEn to be > the latest fast ass on the block to have a term that gets > a post or two written about it amongst the known bloggers.
Oh, wait... now I remember... though endless wearisome work having nothing to do with actually writing, whose results magnitude never attains unto the effort magnitude....
> Honestly, I am just having coffee and happy (enough) to > NOT write or have a *dedicated* form of writing these > days. I've come to one conclusion, writing in a local > editor is A+++ #1 all the way. I just click open GNOME > Editor and I am off to the races when I want to write > some words. Copy/paste/(publish?) with it what I will, > I keep it .txt so I can do whatever with it.
Isn't it lovely? (yes... sung to the Stevie Wonder tune...)
> Hope everyone is having a good morning :)
They've been blurring "same old" for me, lately.
But... soon enough, an instance of the usual species of curiosity/longing/lacking bug crawls into its favorite space, gnawing in a way that induces hallucinations of finally being fulfilled in an ingest of hopefully new combinations of words. It never happens, mind you, but, see, the bug injects something that makes it seems as though IT JUST MIGHT THIS TIME, so links and links and more links and crawling (always in the position facilitating maximum bug infestation).. but.. finally the frustration of none of it ever quite landing leads to enough physical stress and muscle-against-muscle tension that the window into all that unfulfilled need be closed down toward its hip-connected keyboard, and set aside until the next gnawing party ensues....
<slaps at and kills bug on his left forearm>