links_2022w48

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A new Saturday thing: a compendium of links I've posted to Mastodon throughout the week as a way to wrap up. If I could figure out a way to automate the Mastodon -> Obsidian doc workflow, that'd be grand, but this was pretty simple. Anyways.

systems collisions etc

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Still working out (or wasting time with, IDK, probably both) the PR->Micro->Masto relationship. Tried going full-tilt Micro and making this space static yesterday but I realized I like the look (and URL naming conventions) of this space and all I've built here with all the weird collisions too much to let it slip into stasis.

That said, I like the ease of posting to Micro and, by extension, through to Mastodon. (I also like the ease of Mastodon verification via Micro-posting/siloing. )

EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE is utterly brilliant and my favorite film I've seen this year; I reiterate yesterday's panegyric to the divinity of Michelle Yeoh.

I found a throwing hatchet on the road yesterday and I haven't thrown it yet but I will. Only not at today's in-law gathering.

the morning's attendance card, a sketchy me in a meditative state surrounded by swirling people and partially cooked birds. dead turkey day, round two; happy to those who celebrate.

spacestreamthinking

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Post-Muskian social reshuffling continues: added Micro.blog back into the mix to create a Micro->Masto stream of in-betweens and decided, after much rethinking via writing a far longer and less decisive piece this morning and deleting most of it (leave it to writing it out to figure your way through) to give you only the results – those results being that this space will remain the home for all longform writing and projects and news directly related to those projects (read: 500+ characters; these daily things being a both a project and writing, an indelible part of my writing practice ) while the Micro->Masto (it helped me to recognize that they should be thought of as a single entity in my usage) stream is the social stuff, the random thoughtlets throughout the day – like how yesterday was the most relaxing Thanksgiving I've had in 20 years and how we're currently halfway through EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE and how the film is conclusive evidence of one of the foundational truths of this or of any universe – one that we must agree upon to remain friends –, that Michelle Yeoh is a goddess whose every moment on screen is a gift though that wasn't one of yesterday's published thoughtlets but is, nonetheless, etched in the ephemeral stone of my adoration of run-on sentences (itself a foundational truth of my universe) and Michelle Yeoh so / ok / thanks / bye / the day awaits.

void recognition, somewhat

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Recognizing that the void mentioned yesterday is coming, at least partially, from the reality that – after two+ decades of dreading the holidays – I no longer have to dread them. Can't help but laugh when the texts from the funeral home arrive about grief in the holidays: I don't have grief in their lit candle prayers sense but in the sense of an umooring brought by a freedom from dread and a total lack of a notion of how to navigate the holidays and life in general without said dread. Happy dead turkey day to those who celebrate.

something(?)else(?)

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Second day in a row that my Attendance Card has featured me pondering something – though I think this one is more effective than yesterday's.

An unshakable feeling that there's a void, something missing. A part of me, perhaps? The parts that are there are fine, dandy, solid, settled: marriage, writing, all that. No, this is something else.

Writing is fine save the striving of the last ten years. I'm done with it. I'm going to do what I want and stop worrying about what it could lead to. No point; write and publish for its own sake, my own way, my own things. Definitely an epoch of "burn things down and start over" in this, the post-Twitter era.

But that something else has been nagging at me for awhile, longer than awhile. Doing my best to not force it along: have a feeling that it, like anything worth anything, will hit me in a moment of unthinking. Can only ride the waves until then / carry on, etc etc.

the morning's attendance card, a sketchy, broken line me pondering the questions of this unknown void.