words.

  • soft software.

    It’s been over a decade since since I spilled my guts and sorted out my insides, carefully reading the tea leaves of my best intentions, since I watched reruns of the days I didn’t live up to them.

    As I weigh a heavy heart and count the new bruises dealt from the gut punches I often deserved, I wonder if I can still do this. I wonder if my tongue can still untie the knots in my stomach, or have years pulled them too tight to unravel.

    Did I lose the plot, as the years dripped down a shrinking candle, can I still find a punch line? Or has the medicated shades of grey that have begun to line my temple left me a ruin of private YouTube videos no one has seen is years.

    They are grainy and out of focus, like brain fog rolling over memories, they are an echo of who I was, reverberating in 540p off the walls a server farm running hot. A few megabytes behind blinking lights stored next to cries for help disguised as shopping hauls and nostalgic myspace deep dives teaching the basics of html as a coping mechanism for my young suicidal ideation.

    Don’t forget to like and subscribe.

    A janitor plays her keys to the rhythm of a sea dead pixels shimmering against a dark concrete floor like link-in-the-bio-luminescence, grateful for the company’s 401k. Her future lights up like LEDs, she gonna be alright.

    Outback, a technician chain smokes while swiping through smoke shows, softly held by the warm walls next to an unmarked door, a spark glows in his hands, first faint, then burning hot. Tonight’s glowing with potential.

    Just two star-crossed chatbots reciting the best lines from The Days of Our Lives while exchanging love notes in binary.

    The janitor’s phone buzzes as she wipes the dust from the hard drives that hold the shattered glass reflections of the pieces of who were in 2010, cheering us on.

    She’s got a match, but gotta act quickly before it burns out or burns her up. Her dreams stored on these hard drives, and the technician can fix every misconnection, but his own.

    In morse code, my shadow super-likes the tension.

    In caffeine green, spinning discs dance to a new song played off key.

    The technician reformatted my aging hardware, and it seems like I got still got soft software. Even if I lost some blood through the bytes of the last decade, Maybe they were just the refactor I needed.

    As the janitor wipes the dust from my eyes, I realize I just needed some space anyways.

  • unfucking the internet #9: push/pull

    I am really starting to feel my own “get-off-my-lawn” energy these days.

    The internet was better back in my day.

    The internet is bad for the kids.

    Etc, etc, etc.

    I’ve been trying to dig a little deeper into why I feel the internet kind of sucks now. I mean there was a time when I was completely obsessed with the internet. I lived online. Feel in and out of love completely online and learned who I was online.

    It was messy. I didn’t always get it right, but I felt I was fucking around and finding out. It felt like a place for weirdos and less like the humble-brag shopping mall it’s become.

    Why did it feel that way? Was it the product of the chemicals of puberty and bullying? Maybe, but I think there was something about the internet (particularly social media) that felt more experimental.

    I recently heard about the idea of a push vs. a pull internet. The internet used to a pull experience. Where to find the things you love, you had search for them, pull them towards you. Scour your friends top 8 for new bands and music. Find sketchy torrents to download and hope you were actually downloading what you wanted.

    You had to create as much as you consumed. Having a default MySpace page was incredibly lame. Many of today’s coders wrote their first lines of code customizing their pages. Tirelessly searching for the perfect match of Web-dings and cringy metal-core to play as soon as someone opened your page.

    It was being as cringy as possible on your blog. It wasn’t always good, but it was unfiltered and interesting. Two things I am having a hard time finding online today. Today, aside from curated content, a short bio and profile picture there is nothing that separates one profile from the next. I miss the personality of it all.

    I guess that’s why I write here now. I want more control. I want to use the internet to discover. I want to use it to explore.

    I don’t think that you can do that when all the content you engage with everyday is given to you like a feeding tube when you login. Content is being pushed down our throat.

    There is fine line between curation and a algorithm. Curation is about understanding someone else’s preferences and discovering something new you may have never considered. Algorithms are about showing you new content that you are most likely to like. It’s about what you already like and feeding you more of it.

    Today there is little challenge and your content is delivered via a firehose.

    What was the last album you knew front to back? Was it before streaming? That you loved so much you’d cry at

    Anyways, welcome to my lawn.

  • unfucking the internet #8: who am i?

    Well I have started to curve my shopping a little. Just a bit. My Amazon and Etsy carts are still full with shit, but I am hitting buy a little less. So that’s progress.

    I am caught up in this cycle of identity creation and “being authentic” and the process of consumption that goes a long with it. I need to re-focus on creation over consumption. There is a hard limit on the amount of authenticity can be bought, anyway. Performance isn’t participation.

    Eventually it’s just a reflection of the self and the lens I see world through. It frames the way I move the world, but it is just a piece of who I am.

    There are days I feel like I am creating myself like a character creation screen.

    I’ve lost of my creative practice with not playing with the band as much and I am trying to to figure out who I am without that, as the was fairly core to my identity for a long time.

    Also, being an aging elder emo and punk is not an easy task. I am caught between what I am supposed to be in my thirties, who I was in my twenties and who exists outside of those things.

    I think I need to great back into making things. Even if they are bad. Even if it hurts to make things makes me feel a little hollow while I do it. I think that’s where I want to have my identity come from.

  • unfucking the internet #7: shopping online as an only child

    I’ve been buying a lot of shit I don’t need online lately. I mean, I use the shit I buy. But do I need it? No. I can’t help but think that my obsession with identity has a connection to my over-consumption. I spent a lot time thinking about “being authentic”, then define myself through my interests, my purchases, the media I consume. Are those things “me”? No, obviously.

    I guess I could define myself by what I make, but often those things are made, posted, in the hope that someone else consumes it. Validates it. How many projects are made for the sake of project itself with no intention of sharing it?

    I should opt-out and become a monk.

    The problem is I like defining myself through shit. The shit I make. And the shit I buy. My favourite t-shirts make me feel more like me. Not even a joke. Whatever that means. The idea that I can shed that and find some peace behind it seems unlikely.

    That’s were self-help, spirituality, and personal growth hit the fan. Depression and mental illness. When the voices below the static are loud and unkind, removing the safeguards of self lets those voice run unmuffled and uncontested.

    Where did these voices come from in the first place? I can’t blame online shopping and consumerism completely. I’ve always been a little mentally ill. Stressed and depressed. The feeling of not enough. Not cool enough. Bikes not good enough. Not enough followers. Not enough likes.

    Those voices, though. I can point some fingers at where those voices came from.

    Fuck advertising. It is built on the idea of what you are. What you have. What you’ve accomplished. Is not enough.

    Anyways I’ve been shopping online a lot lately.

    Happy Black Friday. I hope you got some nice shit.

  • unfucking the internet #6: whats your insta?

    Anonymity online is such a fickle little shit. On one side, we have the ability to play with our identities unfettered by expectation. I can test the waters without judgment or pressure. I can try them on for size without making any sort of commitment. I can play with who I am without commitment or shame.

    If I want live out my deepest edge-lord elder-emo cringe fantasies, I don’t have to explain that to family. I can just post and post and post black and white photos of graveyards without a care in the world for SEO, a personal brand, or how everyone I’ve ever known will respond to it. I don’t want to explain to Albertan family that, while I am in therapy, it’s not to cure myself from loving atmospheric black metal and the occasional bout of ethical hedonism, it’s to help me manage the pressures of capitalism and the modern world.

    That’s the good side of anonymity online. There’s also the other side.

    There’s the I can cause as much harm as possible and suffer zero consequences for it type of online anonymity. The I am a weak little shit whose only power comes from violence and hate type of anonymity. I hate that the internet enables that. The my behaviour online doesn’t really count bullshit type of anonymity.

    Fuck that part of the internet.

    So as per usual, the internet tears me apart. I love it. I hate it. I’m obsessed with it. I despise it.

    Maybe I just want a world where who we are is actually okay. That posting pictures of questionable anime and graveyards on main didn’t make me think “Will my connections on LinkedIn hate me for this?”.

    (I unironically love LinkedIn)

  • unfucking the internet #5: falling off the wagon

    I’ve been pretty bad at this lately.

    YouTube is back on my phone. I removed the check-in on instagram so I could check it more. My screen time is generally fucked again. Still subbing for Duo though, so at least I am learning a little Japanese while I spiral into a digital hell.

    So ya, I got to get back on track.

    I guess I’ll start by removing YouTube from my phone again. I was watching a little on Firefox, but it quickly became overan with Alt-Right content and Jordan Peterson videos. So I reinstalled the app, but now it’s too easy. I am watching it all the time. Brushing my teeth, eating breakfast. I think I’ll stick to watching it on desktop for you. Problem (maybe) solved.

    Instagram is still the kicker. I love it and use it all the the time. I think I need to turn on One Sec to provide interruptions again.

    Okay I re-installed it and set it up. It was annoying as hell, but I guess that’s the point.

    They say in therapy that progress is not a straight line, I guess unfucking the internet isn’t either.

  • unfucking the internet #4: taking stock

    My corner internet is a little less fucked.

    Emphasis on a little less fucked. I still have Gmail and Drive. I check Instagram constantly. I have an easy time creating content for networks I hate and a hard time creating content for networks I like.

    Now that I’ve gotten rid of a few apps, I know I can make a change when I force myself to. I think it’s time to take stock of what’s on my phone (and maybe throw a few web apps in there) and figure out which apps make my life better, which apps I use when I want to, and which apps are just using me.

    So, I am going to make a tier list. For this first attempt, I will only consider how good the apps are for my life. 

    In the future, I will consider their privacy policy, but for now, baby steps. As I’ve said before, this process is going to take a while. I will make an exception to this rule for some Meta and Google products. I can’t use them and feel good knowing how little I trust the parent company with my data.

    If you don’t see your favourite app, don’t get mad. I just don’t use that app.

    The basic requirements for this list are:

    • Do I feel better after using the app?
    • Do I use the app when I want to use it?
    • Does using the app make me better, smarter, and more capable?
    • If it’s a social app, do I have a community there?

    s-tier apps

    These apps are only good for me. Without them, I would be lost. I use them every day.

    • Notion
    • Focusmate
    • Find My
    • Screen Time
    • Duolingo
    • Signal
    • 1Password
    • iCal
    • iPod/Music App (mp3s)
    • Grammarly
    • Authy
    • iMessage
    • Apple Maps
    • GitHub
    • VSCode

    a-tier apps

    These apps are always good for me with an asterisk. Mostly, I don’t just can’t force myself to use them as much as I want to/should. These apps can stay for now.

    • one sec (I might get a promotion to S-tier soon)
    • Discord
    • Strava
    • RidewithGPS
    • Bandcamp
    • Mastodon
    • Mozilla VPN
    • Appblock
    • Headspace
    • VPL
    • Firefox
    • Weather
    • Apptiv
    • Wikipedia
    • VLC
    • Brave
    • Bandcamp

    b-tier apps

    These apps usually make me feel good but don’t really add real value to my life. Often just they are fun or serve a particular neutral purpose. Not too distracting. 

    Some, like Tumblr, are just entertaining and show me things I like.

    • Tumblr
    • Pocketcasts
    • Mail
    • DuckDuckGo
    • Feedly

    c-tier apps

    These apps can be fun or helpful, but I am either using them too much, or they are using me. Chances are, they are showing me content to make me angry. They likely have one or two redeeming features that are keeping them on my phone or daily visit list. They are candidates for guillotine if they step out of line or a better option comes along.

    For some, I either feel neutral or worse after using them.

    • Netflix
    • Reddit
    • YouTube
    • Etsy (This is a me problem, lol. I love to shop.)

    d-tier apps

    I only use these apps because other people I connect with do, and it’s simply a numbers thing. I don’t trust these apps or the companies that run them, and I am actively trying to reduce their effect on my life.

    Or, I have been using them for so long that it’s going to be a real long process to leave them.

    It might not be that the service is bad (aka Google products). I just may have a real distrust of the parent company.

    • Instagram
    • Gmail
    • Google Search
    • Google Drive
    • Google Home 
    • Google Docs

    f(ucked)-tier apps

    These apps and sites need to go. No argument is strong enough to keep using them any longer. Either they are terrible for me, or I don’t want them to have the data they have.

    • Google Photos
    • My Amazon account (Prime’s already gone)
    • WebMD, NHI, etc. (I have Illness Anxiety Disorder)

    That’s it for now, I’ll keep editing this as I go.

  • unfucking the internet #3: rip facebook

    Facebook sucks. It has sucked for years. That was bad enough, but lately, Facebook, advertisers, and the communities there are going from shitty to scary. They are spreading COVID disinformation, attempting to dismantle democracy, and, worst of all, everyone won’t stop posting pictures of their kids.

    That’s a joke. It’s not the worst part of Facebook. However, we should have a conversation about whether kids can really consent to what it means to have their image exist forever on the internet. Also, using your kids for internet points may not be the best thing.

    I am not a parent, though, so I’ll shut up.

    Previously, when I’ve thought about leaving Zuckerland, I’ve always stayed because Messenger… and Marketplace… because I really want to hear about the political views of my Albertan oil-funded family (kidding, I don’t, and have self-banned talking about politics in-person with them).

    But fuck it, this time I am done, zuck. No more. No more data for you. No more tracking every online conversation I have.

    So far, this actually had way less impact on my life than expected. The people I actually spend time and talk with still message me on other platforms (SignaliMessage, and Discord. Preferably in that order). I can still buy questionable electronics off of Craigslist instead of Marketplace. Now, the sellers are more interesting, and more posts are written in all caps.

    Here’s the thing. The large group chats kind of sucked, I just didn’t know it. Often, I would just get vague invites to things on nights I already had plans on. 

    Now, I just pester my friends to join Signal and create groups there. Most are annoyed but generally cave.

    Next up, maybe a change on how I use Instagram? 

    I would like to guillotine Netflix, but I don’t think my partner will have it. Maybe I’ll just be an elist jerk and refuse to watch it with her. kidding again.

  • unfucking the internet #2: tolerating inconvenience

    Last week a new shiny browser (Arc) was released. It is by far the best browser that I’ve ever used. It’s well organized, fast, feels like an OS for the web (a great line from their marketing, btw).

    I won’t be using it.

    september 2024 goblin here: i am definitely now using it, lol. it’s honestly great. i hope firefox steals every one of their ideas. until they do, i am sticking with arc on mac. i still pay for mozilla’s vpn & relay though. they are still the only browser i am actively giving money to. so ya, arcs great, but mozilla is better for the internet. using opera gx on windows atm, because my aesthetic growth was stunted at 14 and i still love rgb-gamer-core.

    There is nothing wrong with Arc, they aren’t some secret evil corporation that makes money solely off exploiting its user’s data (at the moment*). The more competition in the browser space, the healthier the internet is. It isn’t even because it’s built from Google’s open-source browser engine like Chrome and Edge.

    It’s because they are in the business of making money first and foremost. This will always complicate the ethics of products, regardless of their profit model or mission.

    I love Firefox and it will stay my primary browser (although I have switched to Brave for a few productivity tools that keep crashing Firefox) because Firefox is built by the Firefox Corporation, which is owned by the Firefox Foundation, a non-profit guided by some pretty awesome guiding principles.

    In my current attempt to unfuck the internet, the first thing I’ve learned is being intentional online means dealing with a lot of inconvenience. Nothing is simple when you start to remove yourself from the buffet of media and services available online.

    Currently I am downloading the vinyl and tapes I own and adding the mp3s to my phone. Sometimes it’s simple, other times, the sites that used to host those files no longer exist. I just bought a cassette assuming that it would come with a download code, but no luck.

    Trying to stream albums from bandcamp, attempting import mp3s into my phones music app, all of this is can be super tedious.

    Recently I removed Messenger from my phone. Which means missing messages as I remind folks that I have transitioned to SMS, Discord, and Signal.

    The thing is, I think it’s worth it. We’ve grown so accustomed to such an easy, cheap online existence that we’ve never really questioned what we are trading in return.

    We are trading our data, our privacy, our attention, our behaviour, and little bit of our identity.

    Hear me out.

    Music is a huge part of my life. Same with anime. Same with some of the shows I really, really adore (the owls are not what they seem). I learn a lot about people through their interests and their collections. Recently I had a vinyl night with a friend and I felt I knew them better as I flipped through their record collection, excited to share in their passions.

    So ya, using a browser has a vision I believe in is inconvenient at times. Ya, losing access to all the music ever is inconvenient.

    I think the trade offs are worth it. In return we get: software that is more ethical, a better sense of ourselves, and a better sense of each other.

  • intentionally online

    Life on the internet is real life. They are not separate. They affect each other, they inform the actions in each sphere, and how we operate in both matters.

    We may operate differently, interact differently, and consume differently online, but our interactions have lasting effects on our lives outside the internet.

    Social Media’s business model is built on the connection between the digital and physical. Ads and influencers have to directly correlate with the increased sales of products, services, and ideas (this one is the most troubling) for them to be worth the investment.

    I believe it was Jarod Lanier who purposed that all social media is built on behaviour manipulation as a business model. The more unconscious, the better.

    This is not a good thing for internet users, and unfortunately, we have very little power in relation to large corporations that build the products we interact with.

    What we do have is the power to choose how we use the internet and the products we use. Much like consumer capitalism, we have the choice of where our dollars and our attention is spent.

    I believe the free flow of information, communication, and software is a deeply inherently good and powerful thing. A thing that we should protect. That the internet should be used to for those things, rather than the exploration of its users.

    The first step is awareness and intention.

    Are we aware of how we are using the internet? Are we aware of how the companies that build the products are using us and our data?

    Are we using software we truly intend to? Is it good for us? Or are we using software as a reaction? What does it look to intentionally use software?

    Are we deeply considering our choices and what kind of internet they contribute to?

    Most importantly, how do our choices affect other human beings online and off?