Another reason to move on to Squarespace, or some other form of blog: Cargo Collective is down right now. You might think that’d just mean the editor is down, but you’d be wrong. All Cargo Collective websites, including zazenbozo.com are down. I feel as though there should be some sort of defense against that, some sort of caching situation, but I am not a technical boy. Technology is not something I care for. I care about it, but I do not care for it. There’s a difference. The difference is that I know loads about it, but I hate it.

The difference is that I rely on the internet, use it every day, but feel a strange sort of drug-addict’s relief when Starlink goes inexplicably out, and remains so, for several days, as it is right now.

I checked just before I began writing this, wrote this, then checked again. It’s back up.

Twenty or so minutes on a random Thursday at 10:45pm isn’t so bad, all things considered. I should still switch to Squarespace though, for a variety of reasons. Really, the notion of having to think about which platform to use for my blog is tiresome and something of a drag.  But hey, if you want to make a thing a thing, you’ve got to consider technology at least a little bit.

All I know about the future of this blog is that I’d like to continue to do it. It’s a good practice. It’s unclear how it’ll fit in with the near future and its sleeplessness, but I’d like to give it a shot anyways. If there’s to be a future to it beyond just nonsense night rambling, it’ll have to be put onto a better platform than Cargo Collective. I feel a bit bad talking bad about the very platform I’m using, it feels rude.

Updating the blog and moving platforms is the sort of un-fun work I really ought to do before Baby is born, like building a firewood shed. But there’s romance to building something that’ll help keep them warm. There’s not a great deal of romance to migrating my blog to a slightly more promotable web builder. The internet manages to desiccate the romance in anything and everything. It’s an evil place.

When I was studying interactive media my teacher asked us to recount meaningful experiences we’d had on the internet. Being students of Interactive Media in the 2010s, we had had many, some of them quite formative. We shared our stories and discussed them. Then our teacher asked us where we were when we formed those memories, not online, but our physical bodies. He asked us not to logic it out by figuring out where we lived around that time or whatever, but rather to think about our bodies in that moment, how we were sitting, what our room was like, what time of day it was. None of us had answers.

You are not present while you are on a computer.

And that’s shit.