Fitting in. I rarely find spaces that fit me. Or I them. At times I am too shallow, at others something else. I dabble. I play. I toy. I suspect I mostly toy. Tools. Conversations not so much unless you count those spaces where I talk to myself…at length.
This blog, this space has always been my space. A space to talk about whatever is on my mind. Sometimes professional, often not. These days a little obsessive. Book stuff but not a glam perspective, not libraries: alt.nerdy.collector.owning.acquiring.appreciating.
That’s my now. Perhaps there’s a different now further down the track.
I am pondering removing myself from glam lists as it seems like folk using those lists are seeking stuff other. Perhaps there’s stuff later that may be relevant but for a long while it doesn’t seem relevant.
How many people still read blogs via rss?
Dunno. It used to matter. I don’t much. What I used to read many years ago mattered then, less now. Aside: googling about RSS I came across twobithistory and I sorta like it.
Perhaps if I ever scan in all my books [that are scannable] which will provide a file of the “books of snail” and that may be a fun file to play with. I suspect my collecting is at a point where I need to track the value of my books for insurance. Yet I sorta feel if they burn, they’re gone, I start again. Viking stuff is big at the moment and I like the idea of a bonfire on my death of all my books and belongings…all my friends and family would each choose one thing to keep to hold their memory of me. I desire not to be remembered but respect that memory is important to those that continue on.