James Shelley asks, What’s the fun in writing on the internet anymore?
To put any thoughtful labour into crafting words online today is to watch them get sucked up, repurposed, and often monetized by someone else. It feels a bit like a digital wasteland; overrun with pirates, replete with armies of robots regurgitating everything into a gooey cocktail of digital sludge.
Much food for thought.
Good morning!
(This is actually my wife’s mug. I just wanted to gift you the song that is now likely stuck in your head.)
So many thoughts this morning…
I am putting two facial moisturizers in a, um, head-to-head competition to see which one does a better job. This is the kind of exciting life one leads after age 55.
Freshly sharpened.
Big plans.
Repping the former brand.
Editing pass one complete.
Editing…
A thought: If one side has the desire to do something, the power to do something, and does something… OK, let’s talk about that. If the other side has the desire to do the same thing and given the potential to do that same thing would do that same thing, yet, despite attempts has not yet but are fully committed to it… Can we also talk about that? I mean, is it OK to talk about both?