The blog is obviously close to death, but somehow refusing to die. Two posts this year, barely.
I՚m doing just as much thinking, and presumably have about the same level of somewhat-blogworthy ideas as I always did. But the shape of the media landscape has changed. It՚s weird because I never really thought of this blog as part of a trend or movement, but I started it when blogs got started and it died when blogging as a medium died. As someone who generally feels out of step with everything, it՚s kind of strangely pleasurable to find myself part of a wave, even if I only noticed it after the crash.
The Minsky book came out with an introduction I wrote (I got the gig on the strength of this earlier blog post), which gave me some momentary kvelling opportunities. Then shortly thereafter his name got ensnared with the Epstein/MIT sex scandals. Eeesh. (I mostly resisted commenting on this sad situation, but here՚s my thoughts).
That was a blow, and it wasn't the worst of last year, not by a long shot. It՚s been a rough one.
I՚ll close it out with some thoughts from some of the weirder neighborhoods of Twitter:
Ego is the mind overfitting to its own history.— Sport of Brahma (@SportOfBrahma) December 24, 2019
The year is 20XX. Crime is not just legal, it is mandatory. The only currency is photographs of water and the last remaining company, Capitalism Corp, is hoarding them all. Only one man can stop them, and his name is John Motorcycle. There’s just one problem: he’s a computer.— Emma (@emmadaboutlife) December 16, 2019
The body is the API of the soul.— Slope of Function (@SlopeOfFunction) February 10, 2019
instead of a new year's resolution, consider articulating a new year's resignation; for example, I am resigned to the violent passage of time, the waste of my mind, the endless winter— neotenebre (@ctrlcreep) December 31, 2019