Building a box where I can store my weird junk

Writing a blog in 2019 is tough. I mean, that’s what this is—not an article or a post or “content.” Writing, photography, art, music, ideas… We’re better than calling what we create “content,” like it’s just a bunch of SEO keywords shoved down the maw of an advertising data mining company masquerading as a search engine anyway.

Ah, steered myself into what could be a hard ramble in the first graf. Excellent. This is going according to plan.

I’ve kept a blog or website on and off since 2000. Blogger, TypePad, WordPress, possibly some garbage Web 2.0 thing, Tumblr, a bunch of WordPress and Tumblr blogs, a crappy site I coded myself, TinyLetter, a Medium account to publish some articles—and now I’m back at WordPress. (Is this just a roundabout way to say I’m old?)

The previous iteration of my personal website was on Tumblr. Never the right fit. It never felt natural to write longer pieces on Tumblr. I had a TinyLetter when everyone was doing that, and it helped me process some thoughts and feelings before my second child was born, when we were also taking apart our life in Brooklyn to move to Austin.

I built this website because I am delusional enough to believe that I need to have one. I also bought the domain name a few years ago, and lost it once—which sucked. So I’m on WordPress because I like the service and I trust it about as much as I’ll trust any online company. Determining the right design for this thing has been difficult and it continues to evolve. I also tend to go back and tinker with posts over and over again. I’ve never been one of those online writers who can post a thing, write another thing with some updates, follow that up with more updates, and so on. I’ll force out some writing on a topic. Post it. Go back to the post when I have time and beat the shit out of it for however long it takes.

Websites. WordPress. Blog posts. Whatever. They’re little boxes that you build to hold your stuff. It’s like learning carpentry. You build a box, and you build another box, and soon you’re making bookshelves, cabinets, condos, dioramas for your Star Wars figures. Whatever.

I’m here to build a box where I can put some stuff and keep it there for a while. Indefinitely, maybe.

So—

Hello.