Hey I’m planning for the end of the Internet over here don’t judge me
The moving parts of the newsletter. Or, at least, my newsletter.
I got into the habit, some years ago, of breaking it into sections. At one point, it was a ten-section operation, and I had the ten pieces listed on a piece of paper taped to my office wall. Right now, due to pressure of time, it’s around seven sections, sitting as a template in Campaign Monitor.
It’s a fluid thing right now, decided by time as much as mood. On occasion I throw the template out and just write one or two long rants and call it done. But, at the moment, it breaks down into:
As you can see, unless I can convince someone to do WORKSPACES or THE NEWS, it’s all me. (I’ve almost given up on persuading anyone to make use of the Feature space.)
In times past, I could use Feature to do a recurring THREE QUESTIONS section where I ask a creative comrade, imaginatively, three questions. I never seem to have the personal bandwidth to get that done, these days, and everybody is very busy anyway.
Now, here’s a question: do people sign up for the newsletter for me, or for the things I bring them? Because I think it’s the latter, and I think it ties into thinking over the previous 10/15 years about Attention Economy and Agalmic Economy.
I’m also (re-building) my CD library. I have a lot of stuff that’s MP3-only, at this point, which is great and convenient, but storage inevitably fails no matter how many backups I run and variously lose or forget about. This is part of a stack of my favourite German kosmische/experimental musics from the period sadly still called “Krautrock” by most.
Somewhere, my daughter can feel a disturbance in the ether, and is making a note to book a skip when I die.