On my way to 1,000 blogposts I have found myself stalled in the 700s.
So let’s write something up from seat 5D, AMS to LAX. It won’t post until I’m on the ground at home, because why spend money on wifi in the sky unless it’s mandatory for work?
I am unenthused by Twitter, or at least the part of Twitter I see. I see performative intellectualism and earnest hustle. I found myself saving threads and individual tweets to Instapaper. “Oh, that’s good. I must remember it.” No, not really.
In reviewing the Instapaper backlog I discovered that 90% is shallow. There should be an internet law about that. Maybe it should be a shallow and snarky reworking of a better-known 19th century observation.
And that kinda proves the point. The internet distills, and retains the ephemeral.
Nuke the Instapaper backlog.
Cut Twitter back to maybe two or three follows. Log on intermittently.
Go to paper and pen. There are two nice indie coffee places close and equidistant from my office. I found joy sitting at a sidewalk table in Milan, Madrid, and Palma. Me, an espresso, and a bottle of water.
More of that. You already know the answer. The Kingdom of Heaven is within.
Go to human interaction. Face to face. Phone if distance demands it.
Slow.