off twitter, facebook, etc. done. there’s no point - not in any old person angsty sense but, rather, in the sense that it doesn’t profit the individual in their goals.

one is rewarded for their conformity to a standard that’s consistent only with the medium that they’re operating in and all the while you’re being surveilled and sold. enough has been written on this so there’s no use to adding more to the stacks except to add my hatred of the self censoring that occurs on it. whether this is in the form of the instagram “my life is awesome” 9 hour posed photo of you jogging or the excessively rewritten tweet that gets immediately deleted if it gets no traction within the first 10 minutes of its existence - and so we worry.

couple that with the platforms being sold down the river by bots, bad actors and advertising and it’s no place for a human anymore.

recently i wandered through an exhibit at the philbrook museum in tulsa. the exhibit was about the “other 95%” of the art they have in the museum (ie. the stuff in storage) and one of the reasons they listed for some stuff never being seen was that it wasn’t of a good quality. i find this odd. it was, apparently, good enough for the museum to get/take it in the first place and yet now it isn’t. i will ramble about this later.

update 03/26/2018: i guess i’m back on facebook/twitter because loneliness and desperation.

One More Thing

I don’t use uber because of their terrible business, its practices and the toll that it’ll take on the world.

For that very reason, I’m dropping a lot of social media. Facebook and LinkedIn are first.

The jury is still out for the others.


What the trying moment was in my life that caused me to type my feelings into facebook is unimportant. However, that facebook saw fit to add a smiley face emoji into it is.

With that came the final realizations that facebook just wasn’t into me. That they were really only after my data and how much money I could bring in for them. In fact, it’s not even like they were trying to make this relationship work. I invested my whole being into it and what? They just tried to adjust their algorithms to better suit my needs?


If ol’ Zuckerberg had really cared he would have liked me himself. Bah. Nuts to him is what I say.

My friends? Well, hopefully they’ll find me–I’m all over the internet like some kind of terrible STD.