When the alarm went off this morning, I actually stayed in bed for a few minutes pondering whether I should call in sick (and knowing that I really wouldn’t).
After a few minutes, I got up, headed to the kitchen, took my pills, snorted my Flonase, and started the coffee. I noticed it seemed darker than usual outside. I figured a storm was coming.
I looked at the clock on the microwave. It said 6:15. I looked at the clock on the oven. It also said 6:15.
I get up at 7:15.
Apparently I had dreamed the whole “alarm going off” thing, And I was now awake an hour earlier than I needed to be with no chance of going back to sleep.
What April 2023 looked like
The state of the stream
I swore off Facebook almost three years ago. I’m pulling back a lot on Twitter nowadays too, using it for what it does best: providing me with a reading list of material on other sites. I do still use Twitter to push the other site, but that’s mainly reposted photos from flickr and pushes from the RSS feed. I use Mastodon for that too, but let’s be real. No one seems to care that much about Mastodon. That said, no one seems to care that much about Twitter anymore either except as argument fodder. Response to my stuff is way down over the past six months since the Muskrat came into power.
I don’t really use social media to forge relationships or (Great Pumpkin forbid) get into arguments. I use it to stay updated on topics of interest and to find other things to read.
I probably won’t be posting much on Twitter going forward, but I will probably keep using it as a reading list as long as it serves that purpose well.
All in all, things are good. I had my annual physical recently and my fat, sedentary butt remains far more healthy than it has any reason to be.
I’m having, um, a milestone birthday next year and I’m thinking of taking a really huge road trip in celebration thereof. Maybe cross-country even. Or something that would knock out those last three states I’ve never visited (Idaho, Montana, and Alaska). Then again, there’s a reason I’ve never visited them.
Work is good too, though budget cuts, declining university enrollment, and the current political climate in my home state are a little terrifying. I think tenure will protect me for the six or seven more years I need it to. We’ll see on that.
Almost three years in, I’ve managed to keep on maintaining my daily (private) audio journal. My life will be well documented when I die, though I’m not sure anyone would (or should) care that much. But the archivist in me feels like it’s required.
I continue to hate spring.
I want to write about things, really, but it just ain’t happening.
Last but not least
Does anyone want to buy a slightly used house?
What March 2023 looked like
What February 2023 looked like
What January 2023 looked like
What December 2022 looked like
What November 2022 looked like
I’m not quitting Twitter, at least not for the moment. I am, however, in the process of migrating to other platforms and using Twitter basically as a reposting service for content that’s primarily hosted elsewhere. That means, for now, this website and flickr (the latter for photos, obviously). I’m not sold on Mastodon yet, though I did stake out a territory there today (more when that territory is better occupied).
A little about how I use social media, just for context:
- As a publishing platform for brief thoughts, links, and photos.
- A way to promote updates on the site.
- As a reading list for other content I might want to see more of.
That’s pretty much it. I don’t generally “engage” on social media. I don’t get into long discussions and I avoid arguments entirely for the most part. Who has the time or energy for that? Life is way too short.
Interestingly enough, though, this is why Twitter works well for me. It’s easy to post links, photos, etc. when I’m on the road, and it allows me to pretty well curate what I see (or don’t see). It’s no different than handling toxic politics, white supremacists, homophobes and other bullshit every day walking down the street. My feed is pretty much buildings, retail history, a little music, some random Canadian pop culture, and a couple of friends. That’s it. No drama, no pointless arguments with idiots whose minds will never be changed anyway, and a lot of pointers to good content that’s posted somewhere else (and some that’s actually posted just on Twitter). I tune out the moronic conspiracy theories the same way I tune out the moronic “Let’s go Brandon” bumper stickers. They irritate and horrify me, sure, but they’re not the majority of what’s out there. We have to choose our battles and choosing “all of them” is invariably a losing proposition.
I’m the muskrat’s nightmare user.
I swore off Facebook a few years ago mainly because it was such a “walled garden” and because it no longer seemed like a good use of my time or something I enjoyed. I make no promises right now that I will or won’t be exiting Twitter altogether. There are things I like about it, just like there are things I like about the purple state where I live. Leaving either would be, in many ways, like cutting off my nose to spite my face. The muskrat doesn’t care whether I’m here or not. And there need to be people hanging around to balance out the crazy, in virtual environments just like in “real” ones.
I do think the platform will ultimately implode, which is why I’m also using others. Backups are good.
(Cross-posted from the other site.)