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reader of my blog, i want to talk about blogs

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I want to talk about blogs! I want to make more blogs (including ephemeral, temporary ones) and publish something low-stakes and start a blog ring with everyone who joins in.

This is my corner of the internet — but I would like to learn about yours.

Some things to cover…

  • Why you should blog (do most of you who read this also have your own blogs?)
  • Ways to blog (platforms you can use)
    • (and how to make your blog small, secure, gated, anonymous, etc. in the way you’d like)
    • + starting a commonplace blog with your friends, each as individual authors or sharing one login
  • Making 88×31 buttons and adding each other to a web ring (and what web rings are!)
  • A bit on RSS, if interested
  • Time to make a blog post and silent commenting on each other’s posts

what is keeping you from making a blog. what would you like to learn about blogs? 

alternatively, if you already have a blog you can just use the time to customize your blog or write.. :~)

when should i host it? what should we write about? how would you like to gather?

i am so alone in allthe work i do

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it is so pointless

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i’m announcing a minor defeat.. i dont have much time left. i think i just need to take in the quiet richness of accepting that i do not matter, i will not be remembered: that i have not put in either the work or 1:1 time with people.. i don’t know why i had this deep fantasy that was very easily readable, that i explicitly asked for when it took all of me to ask, to like – be said goodbye to like i never was able to say goodbye to manila. to be acknowledged, if not even understood. i knew that i wouldn’t be understood. not that there’s anything to read or make of me. i’m so easy. but if not 4 years or 2 or even 1 i haven’t even really been in new haven at all, or have had the chance to live.. a life. i am constantly distancing myself from people because i feel immense guilt and sorrow for anyone who knows me; i have nothing to give, not even my presence, and fail on all accounts. i t thhink in many ways many systems have failed me but most of this is myself — but i also want to say that who am i to blame when i’ve spent so long trying.. this is cyclic and silly and it must be the immortal plague of the young one to feel both infinite respite and infinite fear at how every problem they have is something lived through; yet i must have been dealt and a maker of all the right ones for me to not be able to take it anymore after 22 years. i have so many deep —— fantasies and if there’s anything i’m good for it’s making what i imagine real.