A big hear-hear to this: Sustainable information: Beyond tofu news and high-fructose media.
What’s it mean? Well, it means that I sit with anywhere between 800 and 1000+ items in my Google feed reader, 100 undread emails in my 2000+ message inbox, and just plain don’t keep up with anything or anyone on Facebook. In fact, I started taking more and more Facebook sabbaticals. There’s just too much information buzzing around.
I even have real mail piled up in crazy heaps. (Oh, btw, download and use Paper Karma to help get rid of unbidden junk mail. It’s pretty easy to use, but I haven’t used it long enough to say if it’s working yet. And that’s not an affiliate link.)
With all this incoming info, it’s hard for me to sort out what I want to say on my own blog(s), Facebook,
I think it’s gonna break down like this: this blog will continue to be about changing my own life from geeky gamer to … well, probably still a geeky gamer, but with a much more sustainable outlook on life (I hope). I’ll keep posting about the simplification of my life, like my decluttering, and the greening it’s been undergoing. Oh and murloc hats. Those’ll still be here. Maybe when my life’s a little simpler, I can sit down and write that damned pattern out.
Facebook will get mainly pictures from my life. I rarely post a status update, but when I do, I’m going to try to make it worth reading. No, I’m not going the route of careful tweetcrafting, aiming for the most ironic or funniest or anything else superlative and hip. God knows I can’t do “hip”. I just want the chance to post something worth sharing across the millions of FB users worldwide. Something, hopefully, that might change things for the better. Big dreams, sure. But a tool’s a tool, and that’s how I’m gonna start looking at it.
Pinterest is my fluffy dream space. Ordinarily I’d post stuff here; that’s how this all started. Maybe I’ll go back to that at some point. But for not, Pinterest is SO much easier to quickly note a cool image and move on. No post required, no downloading the image and hosting on my own blog, no citations. It does all that junk for ya. UPDATE: Before even editing and posting this, I’ve come across an article that describes Pinterest and some issues with copyrights. In a nutshell: don’t post things to Pinterest that you don’t own, but don’t promote your own work. If that’s not confusing, then just consider that in many cases, P’rest doesn’t link back to the original; it links back to itself. So… I think I’ll go back to Tumblr, where at least I control linking to sources and where someone can contact me and tell me to not post their stuff. There’s no reliable “paper trail” in P’rest.
Tumblr.. I used to have this blog post to Tumblr and Twitter, then Tumblr post to FB. Crazy. It was like “woofing” from The Office. I won’t woof anymore, but I think I will make Tumblr my crazy fluffy assortment of “huh” it once was. I might even skip that altogether and go back to posting stuff I find here. That would be simplest. I’ll play with the “Press this” button I use for posting to WordPress (this) and whatever the button’s called that lets me post easily to Tumblr. My hunch is that Tumblr will go away and this blog will once again painfully display just how much surfing I do.
Speaking of surfing, I was up ridiculously early for a day off today, and romanticized about flipping through my feed reader while sipping a latte in a sunlit corner of a coffee shop. I was overwhelmed with the excessively useless stuff I flipped through. Looking at pictures of fabulous things inspires me, yes, but I’ve got mountains of projects to do yet, and more images of awesome things just makes me feel inadequate in my shabby car, imperfect yard, or way-not-beachworthy body. It takes joy from me and wastes my time. So they’re all gone. I’m all for crafting and repurposing, but I didn’t realize how many blogs talk about seasonal crafts from toilet paper rolls, or finding sources for burlap, or egg favors for parties. I don’t need these things, however green they might be.
Much bloggery has become … well, let’s just say escalated, almost a caricature of trends. I apologize to the person that designed this. It’s great, and I’m all about the tiny house craze: I love it. I want to go from 1500 sf to 200 sf. But the article that described a reclaimed dumpster as “luxurious”? Well, I couldn’t decide if they were being tongue-in-cheek, but I think they were being straight. You decide. I think luxury isn’t just nice trimmings, but a nice core without too much added or taken away. Luxury is a hammock in a nice breeze and the time to enjoy it, not a diamond-encrusted hammock in the tropics with no time to enjoy nor a hammock made from reclaimed nails and glass shards. At least, not by my definition.
All that explanation to say: I’m reconsidering all my blogs today, paring down from 159 subscriptions (which has crept up past my last weeding in 2010) to 57. I loved them all, but I need to FOCUS. That mountain in my garage is weighing on me, and I still need to finish a website for my brother. My required to-do pile is feeling pretty huge.
Speaking of which, time to go get some things done. With only one weekend day to me each week, I need to motor.