At the end of each week, I usually collate a lightly edited collection of recent comments I’ve made on social media, which I think of as my public scratch pad. I tag on what books I may have finished reading. Knowing I’ll revisit my social media posts, I’ve found, serves as a positive and mellowing influence on my online activity. I mostly hang out on Mastodon (at post.lurk.org/@disquiet), and I’m also trying out a few others. And I generally take weekends off social media.
First full week back from my New York trip, and I barely posted anything.
▰ Nothing is quite as cyberpunk as mundane cyberpunk. Today I saw power and/or data cables dangling out from under the seat up a motorcycle, from the flap of an elementary school student’s backpack, and in the rear pocket of the jeans worn by someone on a stroll. Then level up to advertisements in GitHub pull requests, work slowed due to AI outages, and RAM shortages. “RAM Shortage,” in 1987, would have been the title of this story. Now we’re just living in it.
▰ No one makes me laugh as hard these days as Madeleine Sami’s Eddie Redcliffe in the TV series Deadloch. No one even comes close.
▰ Acquaintances send pictures. Friends send municipal field recordings.
▰ I guess there’s a chance that the new Westerlies album, on which they perform music by Bill Frisell, won’t be one of my favorites of the year at the end of the year, but such an outcome seems unlikely.
▰ This week I finished reading one novel (Hum by Helen Phillips) and one graphic novel (Cat Mask Boy by Linus Liu).