Blog Post #1

I think this is a justification or a story that ties into memory. I thought about putting a cutesy witticism into em dash here, “let me back up a sec-!” But I can’t but think that this is something like a conversation with myself as much as it is a piece of writing. My word processor just told me that the way I formatted that last sentence is in need of revision and now I want to get into a rant about the contradiction of naturalistic writing being compressed by out of context grammar training protocols. 

But before this gets too off the rails—I did get a cutesy line in there after all—I should explain my thought process. This is the first post of what is basically an early internet blog. I talk about things I’ve been thinking about in my life while harboring them under the veil of relative anonymity. Well as anonymous as a 20 something new yorker starting their career can be, which is to say extremely and not at all. I’ve thought about the general hazards of starting this as an anonymous user in the age of AI. How my dialogue with you is now constrained because we’ve revived the author in an attempt to save the soul of writing. And now being a faceless entity online is marked with as much suspicion as it once was nonchalance. Or at least it is in my overthinking imagination where I understand the totality of the future cultural sphere and how we’re getting there. 

I wonder if all this is a bit too much all at once or not enough, or even not enough of one specific kind of thing-writing on the internet often makes you think extreme and contradictory things about the direction of said writing. Like I said this is as much a conversation with myself as it is an introduction to this whole thing. Writing the top section I was perfectly content to write what I was thinking but after I needed to take some time to read things I personally find inspiring. Works like Consider The Lobster that I find beautiful in their simple honesty. I think I want to try to be honest like that.

I think my goal with this will be to write SOMETHING once a week. Whether that something lines up with the pseudo stream of consciousness not-post-but-aware-of-irony sort of dealio we got going on with these micro blogs I have no idea. For now at the least I'm satisfied with what I've written here. Satisfied in the sense that I've stopped allowing myself to edit anything more, which of course means I'm not satisfied with it in the least.