So what’s the big idea
Who reads blogs now? Not me. People in my generation and I are old enough to remember the onset of blogging and have seen, read, and followed enough blogs to know that most remain unread. And with further contraction in attention span, asking for someone to come and read personal notes seems almost otherworldly now. Other than the book I am currently reading (1929: Inside the Greatest Crash in Wall Street History — and How it shattered a Nation by Andrew Ross Sorkin), I have only read X threads and LinkedIn posts, interpersed with memes and AI slop, respectively. So non-reactionary, non-AI, personal, fragile, attention-seeking writing is either stupid, defiant, or, sadly, avoidable. So there is no big idea for this first post or even this stack.
All writing is self-aggrandizing, with or without AI’s sycophantic pixie dust. So, reading this piece of text is largely the same as you reading any other personal, revealing journey on LinkedIn - you are indulging in someone’s self-aggrandizement. Your attention and your time are your gift to give. And in this post, I have nothing to give you back.
There is no insight - at least not in this post.
There is no big revelation - at least not today.
Here and today, you just get slow murmurs of fragile ideas attempting to compete for your attention in the din of colliding and cogulating tokens.
What now?
On to another thought. You are welcome to come and sit with my thoughts and curiosities; reshare your gift of time; and invite me to your place to sit with our thoughts and curiosities. All curiosities need not even lead to lessons or learning.
Until then, I will be thinking hard about the need to write something publicly and the demands the act of writing might put on us. And what are some things we are hardly thinking about when it comes to unencumbered writing?