it's lonesome, and hard.
it began with a fear that I've started retreating into myself,
- by not saying anything.
the internet is such a shit-place.
twitter is not good.
the worst part, actually is wikipedia.
the 2nd part is how
seems to get harderand more pedantic
making a blog has never been so pointless.
being yourself, being a modest person
- and doing it on the internet ---- that's never been so hard ---
rediscover <pre> and styling flat-text is a type-writer-era anachronism.
*bold* is not enough in 2018.
4. no server, no database
in milliseconds, just make flat html files.
nothing should call-home from the user computer.
use a json file for the metadata.
5. nobody is listening.
when you're audience-building, you're doing it wrong.
the best blogs -
are always selfless monologues.
they don't publish RSS - they're writing for themselves.
i took this writing class in university, where an author came to talk to the class.
someone asked him why he has to publish his writing, instead of just writing for himself.
he was gross, and he said that writing for yourself is like masturbating
and publishing is like having sex.
and this has stuck with me for about 10 years.
――――――――to each his own, i guess.