The self and its other
It had been a good life, tinged with some regrets. His life had been touched by tragedy, but as Henry layon his deathbed at 93, surrounded by his loved ones, he let go without regret. He was satisfied with thepossibility of oblivion, or maybe floating in the amniotic fluid of reincarnation. It was the last …
With the online discourse swirling around the Cornell Seven, I had to respond to a fediverse post where a person had announced that the only reasonable response to the situation was to ban all fraternities. That response is odd enough on its own, but what truly takes it to eye-rolling territory is that it was …
I’ve been thinking about webrings for a while now. In the late nineties I was part of a webring of Australian bloggers. One of them was a young married Christian man from Sydney, another was I think, a woman who did knitting from South Australia. We chatted on IRC and had a webring. You could …
I left Twitter because it sucked and had become a Nazi bar, but I did miss the firehose of information that Twitter had once been. That’s how I stumbled into the Fediverse. Think Twitter, but distributed in the same way that email servers are distributed, everyone has their own domain. I spun up an instance …
Well, I’ve nuked my previous blog. Not because there was anything wrong with it, but it felt a bit forced and performative. I’ve decided this blog will be as messy as I am. It will have cartoons, poetry, photos of my garden, rants and be entirely sporadic, because that’s how I roll.
