Thursday, March 4, 2021

Why?

My public facing journal: I spent time scrolling through the Facebook and Twitter universes this morning. I see them as overbearing attempts to capture and dominate the Internet. Zuckerberg admitted as much early on. His vision is an everything place, an Internet in one site. I'm not going to bother with the details. To be clear, and not to belabor the point, I'm not cool with that. We've heard it all before. This is me acting on my convictions. 

Why Blogger? Frankly, because it's a bit primitive and not streamlined in the Internet's well of souls. You have to kind of work to find it. It's open to the public, but when do you ever see Blogger blogs up close and all Bloggery Blogspotting up the world? 

This is not a place where I have something to sell. This is just a place to warehouse and share life events, thoughts, all the me stuff, and the adjacent to me stuff that becomes me stuff through proximity or interest. That sort of thing. I have used groups and pages and other blogs, frankly, with relative success over the years. I can share and grow interest by doing what is so insidious about social media strategies, letting people expose themselves. 

This is not that. If anything, this is the opposite of that. If anyone wants to see what I have to share, it won't be rammed down their throats, nor manipulated into some stream. 

When Facebook and Twitter first captured the magic chalice from the Myspaces, Yahoo groups, and the various other disparate chat rooms and message boards, they offered a potential for something amazing. There was a public square element to them that allowed for constant connection around the world. That's changed in so many ways. 

So, here I am, atop this old jalopy, if you will. Personal me, publicly. Just me, Just Lee, and related. This is kind of what blogs are meant to be. I just like being fashionably late to the party. 

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