recapturing

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Windy, cold: hello, Winter. Efforts underway in earnest to either recapture my passion for writing or to let it go with happiness as The Swell Season said and move on. Swapping out the order of bloggy release – Herbie and I will appear in cartoon Informality form midday, at least until I change my mind and revert to the same old same old – is part of it, the opening salvo, mostly to churn something again, to feel my brain wrap around a subject or twenty, to reconcile itself in text – present goal being to make this space one of synthesis, first in text, then in cartoon form; the opposite wasn't working, nor was synthesizing solely in cartoon form. Perhaps this will be the right path for this moment until this moment passes which may be in a year or by midday when I realize that I’ve made a terrible mistake and cartoon Herbie and I take it out on myself.

YES

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Unfortunately, this is what all of the internet is right now: social media, owned by large corporations that make changes to them to limit or suppress your speech, in order to make themselves more attractive to advertisers or just pursue their owners' ends. Even the best Twitter alternatives, like Bluesky, aren't immune to any of this--the more you centralize onto one single website, the more power that website has over you and what you post there. More than just moving to another website, we need more websites.

miggy

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Semi-hesitant to share this because I'm not sure he's done (is anything, ever?), but here's my latest bit of salvaged metalwork (an old shovel, a beyond-repair typewriter, and a disused section of chainlink fence), Miggy, named as such because he was my first full attempt (Weldo's second iteration being the first partial attempt) at MIG welding (which I far, far prefer to stick). Done or not, I'm rather proud of The Shed's latest tenant. Miggy, everyone, everyone, Miggy.

a creature made of a shovel with typewriter ribbon holder eyes on a workbench