blogging is the laziest way I can think of gathering fragments

Firing up one of the backup blogs out of spite seems healthy. A blog i still read on the rare occasion I'm not glued to Twitter mentioned that the Vulture wrote a piece on the ending of the Millions, a book blog that never covered much I cared about. It wasn't indie.

I finally read this week's Warren Ellis newsletter too. He riffs on something someone else coined with Elder Blogging. It sounds bullshit to me. It's only a framing of what happened before by how those who once immersed themselves in that medium now see it. It's blogging.

My first website was in 1994 & it was half-assed reviews of albums I loved & hated and promoting local bands. It went from the university site to Geocities years later. It took years beyond that to admit what I was doing was blogging & do it properly, with internal links & such. The database of that site is still on some flashdrives haunting me.

I've been toying with doing zines again, but when I reached out to contribute something to one of the Street Fight zines, following through with even a secondary contact was too much to muster. One of my friends at work does zines down in New Orleans these days, with positive response. There are even release parties. Writing another Fugue would be fun,but would it be fun to worrying if anyone would read it? Probably not. Sending missives into the void is more my style. Blogging.

Twitter is okay for gathering news, but my once-eclectic timeline is muddied with extremely political material. That's not a bad thing, but my focus on the world has narrowed immensely & my memory of recent events is regularly lost to the new big story. Making connections without the help of others is tricky. I ache more physically & i've broken my brain with Twitter's ephemeral perpetual outrage & mockery, but blogging always gave more satisfaction.

Here we go. It probably won't last very long.