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  • Thoughts on Jasperland, Micro.Blog, and Writerly Psychology

    I’ve been feeling reflective this week—so here are a few reflections on the experience of blogging in 2023, and on using Micro.blog as my main microblogging platform, which I’ve been doing since October. (This follows my thoughts on resuming sending out my email newsletter, Lightplay].)

    As a writer, I find it to be a great gift to have a gradient of formality in the places that I publish. At the high end of formality would be the book project I’m working on, or the 6,000-word history of Antioch University’s “Great Expansion," which I published as the cover story for this year’s Antioch Alumni Magazine (print circulation ~40,000). For these kinds of writing projects, the standard of writing has to be quite high, going through many drafts, multiple editors, proofreaders, etc. A bit less high-stakes might be a news story I write for my job, that gets posted online. But still, I’ve got to get it right—this kind of writing is my livelihood.

    Lower down the formality gradient is something like Lightplay, which I’ve found works best if the register is that of a friendly letter from a caring friend. I try to keep it easy, so I can write an edition over the course of a few hours in the evening, edit the next day, and get it out. And it’s great to write like this, not stressing too much, and putting it in front of readers just a few days later. It keeps one from getting too precious.

    But I can get psyched out by even something as low-stakes as a newsletter sent to a few hundred people. So: the blog. And even better: the microblog! (“Microblog” generally refers to a place where you post things under ~280 characters; the most notable platforms for this are Twitter and Mastodon.) Here’s the sort of thing I might think up and post here, all within a minute or two:

    A screenshot of a post reading "The only rocket ship I want is a rowboat full of arugula"

    My microblogging began last September. It was before the Muskrat finished buying Twitter, and I found myself off work on parental leave and with significant little chunks of free time as the baby slept. So I decided to set myself the goal of posting something—anything—on Twitter every day for three weeks. (For the deranged completist, here’s the archive of all my tweets.) At the end of my experiment I realized that I enjoyed posting, but I hated the “like” counter at the bottom of every tweet, which revealed that only three Twitter users liked me (wife, dad, friend in Maine). I’m pitiably susceptible to feeling like a loser, and the little popularity ticker is one of my biggest triggers. Despite my enjoyment of posting, Twitter made me feel bad.

    Around that time, I found out about Micro.blog, which is a service adjacent to Twitter but all its own thing. For $10/month, Micro.blog lets me:

    • host my blog on my own custom domain (jasper.land)
    • post via their app (which I use on iPhone) or via the excellent MarsEdit (which I use on my computer)
    • cross-post everything to Mastodon (I used to have it cross-post to Twitter; in the future I may have it cross-post to Bluesky)
    • distribute my posts via newsletter, if people sign up for that

    I can’t over-state how much better it feels to have my own little blog feed on Jasperland, versus having all my tweet-size posts hosted on an ad-funded platform that is liable to hostile takeover by a white nationalist billionaire. But even if Twitter had remained a public company, I still much prefer to own my own feed.

    It makes me much more likely to post. Partly this is just because of what it lacks: the like counter. But I also think I am drawn to the feeling that I’m building my own little cache of words and images and ideas, my own little edifice, here on Jasperland. Tweeting always felt like it was chasing engagement and likes and retweets. A post on jasper.land, even though relatively few people might end up seeing it, feels self-justifying, like writing in a journal.

    You can tell it’s been a hit, because I’ve posted here 112 times in the last 8 months. And I’m excited to keep posting, moving forward. Maybe in five years I’ll have a thousand posts on here—a little archive of what I was reading and thinking about.

    One tweak that I made this week is to adjust the newsletter settings within Micro.blog. Previously I set it up in the configuration where it would send subscribers the full text of all posts longer than 280 words. I thought that would be great—if I wrote a full-length blog post, a few people would actually read it. (I have three subscribers.)

    What ended up happening is: for the four months since I set it up that way, I don’t think I have posted a single blog post longer than 280 characters. Something about the knowledge that it would trigger an email getting sent out made posting a longer blog post feel strangely high-stakes. I don’t know exactly what I was worried about, but if I had to boil it down it would be: fear of wasting someone’s time. The whole point of the blog is to have a low-stakes place to post my writing, but the newsletter feature raised the stakes ever so slightly. It’s a weird part of my psychology as a writer: a small fear can block me, sometimes indefinitely.

    Recognition and acceptance are among the first steps to healing, so this week I changed the newsletter feature. Now it’s going to send an email to subscribers every Saturday, no matter what. That email will have all my microblogs along with links and previews to longer pieces. Søren Kierkegaard once said, “Do it or do not do it, you will regret both.” For me the freeing corollary is: post a longer blog post or do not post a longer blog post, your subscribers will receive an email on Saturday either way.

    We’ll see how that goes long-term. And of course, I don’t know how I’ll feel about Jasperland in six months or a few years. Maybe I’ll go back to microblogging directly on a platform. Maybe I’ll give up microblogging entirely. But I suspect I’ll remain here, posting in my own little realm, finally having found the right low-formality medium, happy as a clam.

    → 1:40 PM, May 23
  • Anne Trubek in Notes from a Small Press, on her abandoned career in academia:

    Eighteen years later, at a department meeting, she told me I had always been difficult. I had started off that way. Remember, she said, I demanded an office with a window as a condition of accepting the job, forcing her into the storage closet. Nothing had been said about this in the intervening years—during which another colleague had moved to an office out of the suite, because the dysfunction amongst the four of us was so high she could not bear it.

    As someone who myself spent years dreaming of becoming an academic—and didn’t—but did marry one—this whole piece captures so well the romance and claustrophobia and insane competition of that world. The best evocation of it I’ve encountered since the vivid (and weirdly similar) Vladimir by Julia May Jonas.

    → 12:20 PM, May 23
  • Re: 2015 travels in Tibet: The further I get from that trip, the more impressed I am by the photos from it, all taken on a standard-issue iPhone 5. I had so much fun with that camera.

    Travelogue5 8
    → 12:09 PM, May 23
  • I re-did the Lightplay archives so each entry has a hyperlinked cover image. In doing so, I realized one of my 2015 travelogues from south-eastern Tibet never got posted. So I tracked it down, added it, and sure felt a pang of missing that corner of the world.

    Travelogue5 1
    → 12:04 PM, May 23
  • The scariest words in the English language are: I’m from the government, and I’m here to decide what you can and cannot do with your body.

    → 9:05 PM, May 20
  • Santa Monica, May 2023

    A photo of flowers and cafe fare.
    → 4:08 PM, May 18
  • Schadenfreude, n., pleasure derived from another’s misfortune.

    __________, n., relief derived from the decline of a social media platform where you never developed a following.

    Sitedeklinenrelief?

    → 2:01 PM, May 12
  • Today in megalomania: Who is the American Bohumil Hrabal? Could I?

    → 10:37 AM, May 11
  • Just re-installed Webster’s 1913 onto the MacOS dictionary app—and it continues to absolutely rip. (Somehow my previous install had broken.) Thanks @craigmod@mastodon.social for the last-mile work of getting this out-of-copyright masterpiece into an app where one actually, constantly uses it.

    → 2:09 PM, May 10
  • West Hollywood, April 2023

    → 1:36 PM, May 10
  • West Hollywood, May 2023

    → 1:32 PM, May 10
  • San Pedro, May 2023

    → 1:30 PM, May 10
  • Jeet Heer in his rebuke of Harvard’s slavering embrace of post-conviction Jeffrey Epstein:

    The modern neoliberal university is a shark that must constantly consume donations in order to stay alive.

    → 1:22 PM, May 10
  • The only rocket ship I want is a rowboat full of arugula.

    → 2:17 PM, May 7
  • Great article on dark online patterns that trick you into not unsubscribing. I always thought my online literacy protected me—that dark patterns, awful for others, were merely a hassle for me. But last year, after I “unsubscribed,” the Wall Street Journal took me for over $300.

    → 9:48 AM, May 5
  • Tired: conspicuous consumption

    Wired: conspicuous consumption of the commons

    → 5:34 PM, Apr 27
  • A chicken covering “Work” by Rihanna.

    (Am I telling on myself as a millennial with this joke? (Am I double-telling with this (these!) meta-concerns?))

    → 11:00 PM, Apr 25
  • West Hollywood

    → 7:36 AM, Apr 22
  • Western Canon

    → 7:33 AM, Apr 22
  • My father once told me his favorite tombstone inscription:

    What I am you shall become.

    Sort of the opposite of Neil Young telling his old man to take a look at his life and see how “I’m a lot like you were.”

    Ah, our fleeting numbered days, our many ephemeral returns!

    → 3:58 PM, Apr 20
  • Undoubtedly the best thing among many good things here are the simply enormous hands. But also: the silhouette resembling a twirly tutu. And of course the idea of such a card being used for “trading”. No notes, you can find me on Truth Social eight days a week baby.

    → 2:25 PM, Apr 18
  • Introverts.

    → 1:19 PM, Apr 18
  • Love these johnny-come-latelies in San Francisco wringing their hands about seeing drug users on the streets, when this is how San Franciscans spent the 1890’s:

    1890sanfran 1

    (pic via this great post on Victorian opium den photos.)

    → 12:39 PM, Apr 18
  • At the bottom of an article on Yahoo News about a gang shooting in LA: a comments section full of dozens and dozens of not just racist but truly Nazi-, Jim Crow-level hate speech. Reported at least thirty posts. So unexpected and vile; unflushed toilet vibes. Do better, humans!

    → 10:44 AM, Apr 18
  • Just noticed the Botox lady’s sign is fading. It’s been up for years. Are its days numbered?

    How sad it would be to live in a neighborhood without her visage peering down like a god, forever begging the question: is she, uh, holding a mask of someone else’s perfect, puffy face?

    → 1:34 PM, Apr 14
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