• i feel cheesy saying this, but i think i really need to spend some time in a forest.

  • i am constantly caught between two versions of myself. a professional dude that fits the mould of what the world wants from me, and a weirdo where i feel at home in my clothes, body, and values.

    somedays i change in and out of clothes multiple times wondering who the hell i am, never getting it right.

  • i still think about this song all the time. dance punk ripped. getting down while tearing down oppressive structures.

  • last time i was at the dermatologist, they said the products i needed for dandruff would be useful for putting out a campfire. i need to put out a forest fire.

    lol.

  • i have no idea what chemical soup is unleashed on my brain when i listen to lofi hip hop, but keep it coming.

  • if i can inspire people to make shit on the internet because it’s fun to make shit on the internet, i will die happy making shit on the internet.

  • I think most people still use the internet as this free flow of fun and information, but somewhere along the line other people figured out how to turn that into labour and profit off of it.

  • 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.

  • good, experimental, electronic music is pretty timeless.

  • trying to find the fun in the internet again.