it's okay

Weekends feel busier than weekdays lately. Time flew, and I just noticed that I didn’t manage to finish this week’s post. This was bound to happen. It’s okay. Shhh… it’s okay. IT’S OKAY! Discipline is not punching yourself into the mold of a wireheaded soldier. Discipline is the ability to flow around, between, and through various slip-ups. Discipline is persistently looking at the horizon. Okay, I needed this pep talk.

Kerey persuaded me to give twitter¹ another chance. He said it’s still filled with interesting people (true) and there is still a chance to have meaningful connections with them (also true). My friendship with him started on twitter. Since we met, we’ve published four zine issues together and writing about vastly different things. It’s more or less clear that our friendship and creative collaboration did not stem from shared interests or aligned worldviews; they stemmed from the infamous tpot.

Anyway, I decided to give it a chance—as I usually do— scrolled a bit, and even tweeted something from the hip. Another banger, another only-liked-by-kerey tweet. It felt familiar, even nostalgic.

The timeline made me feel like I traveled back to 2023. It’s crazy how the discourse sounds exactly the same. Rival dunking on Nietzsche to farm engagement, visa continuing to weave elaborate webs by qting himself (and he follows zero people now—wow), lumpen chaining words together that don’t mean anything to me. It’s all the same and yet all alienating.

However, as usual, I got something from doing the thing I resisted: universe sweetheart started a blog. We were following each other with her for a long time, but I don’t think we ever been moots. I’m happy that I’ll be able to read her stuff outside of twitter.

Some links I enjoyed this week:

• The Story of AI: The real threat of AI is much more mundane than Terminator-like scenarios.
• A Metabolic Workspace: The author is definitely on something there. But, still, something rubs me the wrong way. First, another productivity post showcasing a process that has only been running for a few weeks. Second, it focuses too much on opposing the concept of Second Brain. I don’t see my Obsidian vault as a second brain; my notes are a garden where I plant whatever is salient to me. Yes, things I stop nurturing die and rot, but that’s part of the process. They turn into compost. I like documenting what mattered at the time. Nevertheless, it’s a good post that forced me to reflect on my own note-taking processes.

Anyway, I’ll be in Brussels, Belgium, from Wednesday, January 28 to Monday, February 2 for FOSDEM. Wanna grab a coffee? Find a way to contact me (there are plenty of options).