4.7.26 - A Horrifying Realization on IndieWeb + Something Funny
**Pt. 1 – Some Meta Commentary**
This evening I was going through the “indie web” via some webrings and reading and other people’s blogs. I invariably find these sites very charming, and I like knowing they exist. But for the most part, I could give a flying fuck what they’re writing about. I think it’s the general libby bay area “im a sensitive young tech person who just wants to go back to the old internet” thing that I find a bit tiresome. Like, I am that way also in many respects. But having the website isn’t the topic of the website.
Many of these sites are basically portfolios for people who design internet shit and like . . . build sites? Many seem to be software developers musing about the kind of shit software developers typically muse about. Something something new internet bad, social media bad . . . “and so on, and so on.” The coolest ones are like graphic design/art/photography portfolios which are neat, I guess.
I want a site about someone’s autistic special interest that isn’t like computers or tech shit. I would read someone blog about trains or books or a personal diary with attractive enough entries.
But for the most part these sites are like exhibits for ongoing coding “projects” they want to share but what these projects are are lost on me because I’m troglodyte and I don’t really understand software engineer projects. Okay that’s a very cute little flash game I will not be playing it. And if I go to their blogs its mostly about how they wish they could write more or how they’re changing personal workflows or whatever. How tedious!
As a great man once said, “Oh my god Who the Hell Cares!” (Peter Griffin).
I guess the horrifying realization is that there is a VANISHINGLY small amount of people whose nonsense I want to voluntarily go on the internet to check out. I’m a hater. I don’t even follow my favorite writers substacks or anything. I haven’t even read my boss’s very well received book. I don’t read anyone’s anything! I read enough all day! The thought has almost never occurred to me, hm, I want to go see what this anonymous internet person is writing on their static html site (there are maybe THREE exceptions). I read the New York Times! Or Twitter! Or like, a book!
But then….what am I doing….
The truth is I just believe I’m different. I believe that the sheer FORCE of my personality makes what I write interesting. That even the CRAP of my mind deserves a dedicated home on the internet. And the thing is, even though I try to see it rationally, even though I cognitively understand the contradiction between how I view others’ sites and my own, to me this still makes perfect sense! I truly believe this site is of special value, I truly believe that me saying this and someone reading it is enriching. I spent hours the other day fixing this shit up just so I could get thoughts out more easily.
Anyways, after not writing for some times this post is another “meta” one where I’m writing about writing and on the exercise of having a site itself. This is such a goddamn bore and after reading other people do it I cannot be fucking bothered to write something even slightly evocative of that conent (except I’m doing it now, to hate on the thing!).
No more! You’ll hear about my thoughts on Bully by Kanye West tomorrow. Or maybe the spring.
**Pt. 2 – Some Funny Shit I did today**
I have a friend who’s kind of a shy guy and has trouble with girls. But he’s my ally. I set up a dinner with him, his crush, and myself. Then I just cancelled last minute so they were alone (I didn’t feel like taking the metro into downtown). He said I was like “Hitch” from the movie “Hitch.” I fucking love the movie Hitch and I realize it needs a manifesto. Maybe that will come soon.
I think we should try and set our friends up more often. I think its important. We need to boost fertility rates. But first, we need to boost love.
But yeah, I don’t think she likes him at all. Whoops.
Cordiali Saluti,
knxnts