I’m sitting at the Valvoline and waiting my turn for an oil change. I am listening to a book on serial killers and trying to calculate what other things I will have time to do this morning.
Back in the day just writing about your day was one of the hallmarks of blogging. I saw an article yesterday that claims that the days of small blogs are over; killed by social media. I don’t want to believe that.
Of course, I remember the days of webrings. When the net was young and everyone had their own site, we rings were how you found other sites you might be interested in. A site might be part of tens of rings. It was how you could fall down a rabbit hole and find new things to be interested in. It was the cross-pollination of ideas that can only happen when there are small corners of collections. Social media and its commercialization of communication have drained those treasure hunts.
I hate the way that Facebook and the rest have started draining and norming away the quirks of people. Instagram has reinforced that popularity contest that I hated in high school and hate even more now. People mask their realities and curate their lives to the point that I don’t recognize them as people. They are no more real than the daily soaps.
I am not giving up on the random factor of personal sites and blogging. I thing we can get back to our roots and reintroduce a bit of chaos into the world.
The oil change is done and so is this post. But first I need to ask Google how to reset my oil light.
Welcome to the internet. May the chaos give you a happy accident.
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