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The only real Taiwan diary part of today’s entry is that I’m going to hang out with some people from work tonight. One of the many Zack’s on staff has invited us to his apartment for dinner and board games. I think they’re playing Settlers of Catan, which I’ve never played and don’t really get, but I’ll try.
I finished Fictober AND SangCheng week, and I almost want to push myself to write every day in November, not a coherent NaNo project but just to go, but I’m tired and I don’t really have any ideas. Plus I have a lot of books stacked up to read and I am trying to finish crocheting a shawl for my friend Vika because she is cold-blooded and freezes as the temperature nudges under 70 (21C) — I have to remind myself that just because I am not cold doesn’t mean that it’s not cold for other people. As I brace myself for a barrage of concern from local friends when I show up to work without a jacket, I practice saying “I’m not cold” instead of “it’s not cold.” At least I’ve mostly broken my habit of going to work with wet hair. That always stressed people out 😂
And just to touch on the dumpster fire of Twitter (landfill fire? I feel like dumpster fire is not strong enough), I probably won’t leave Twitter unless it shuts down. I will likely be more active on Tumblr (trixietricoter over there), but I won’t be joining any other sites. If I hadn’t made so many good friends who cruelly live in other places in the world, I would drop everything but Insta probably — I do enjoy seeing pictures of people’s pets and crafts and pretty leaves and cool rocks and such. But the flip side of this is that socmed has taken so much of my mental real estate and energy, and I hate it. I saw a video of Bo Burnham talking about the way that socmed and companies have colonized our attention (I can’t find it rn) and I hadn’t thought of it that way before but his comments resonated. So as much as I love my friends, I also don’t have the energy to platform hop. I don’t even want to “name squat” on another site. I don’t want to invite another vampire into my home, ya know? So I’ll be here, Tumblr, Insta, and Twitter and call it good for as long as I can.
I finished Fictober AND SangCheng week, and I almost want to push myself to write every day in November, not a coherent NaNo project but just to go, but I’m tired and I don’t really have any ideas. Plus I have a lot of books stacked up to read and I am trying to finish crocheting a shawl for my friend Vika because she is cold-blooded and freezes as the temperature nudges under 70 (21C) — I have to remind myself that just because I am not cold doesn’t mean that it’s not cold for other people. As I brace myself for a barrage of concern from local friends when I show up to work without a jacket, I practice saying “I’m not cold” instead of “it’s not cold.” At least I’ve mostly broken my habit of going to work with wet hair. That always stressed people out 😂
And just to touch on the dumpster fire of Twitter (landfill fire? I feel like dumpster fire is not strong enough), I probably won’t leave Twitter unless it shuts down. I will likely be more active on Tumblr (trixietricoter over there), but I won’t be joining any other sites. If I hadn’t made so many good friends who cruelly live in other places in the world, I would drop everything but Insta probably — I do enjoy seeing pictures of people’s pets and crafts and pretty leaves and cool rocks and such. But the flip side of this is that socmed has taken so much of my mental real estate and energy, and I hate it. I saw a video of Bo Burnham talking about the way that socmed and companies have colonized our attention (I can’t find it rn) and I hadn’t thought of it that way before but his comments resonated. So as much as I love my friends, I also don’t have the energy to platform hop. I don’t even want to “name squat” on another site. I don’t want to invite another vampire into my home, ya know? So I’ll be here, Tumblr, Insta, and Twitter and call it good for as long as I can.
