Like Riding a Bicycle

One of my New Year’s resolutions was to write more: for myself, on my own website. It’s been quite some time since I wrote for anything approaching public consumption—my wittiness in person and on various Slacks is, of course, unseen since the days of the Algonquin Round Table—but I don’t want to toil in the content mines on the behalf of Mark Zuckerberg any more. I’ve been trying to post more regularly on Pinboard and Mltshp regularly as well; those aren’t my sites, but they’re run by real people and are not all-consuming capitalist maws. We all lost something when people stopped running their own blogs. (We all lost something when kids stopped making crappy little Xeroxed punk rock zines, except I think they’re still doing that; I’m just old.)

When I was in my twenties, I had an unpleasant commute and was stuck on the Washington Beltway for over an hour; podcasts didn’t exist yet, so I listened to mediocre R&B on WKYS and thought about writing. I fill that time in other ways now, but I miss thinking about how to write. So it’s 2020; I’m trying to resusciate my personal website and figure out the state of blogging and static site generators in the Twenties. The OG Snarkout blog, with pieces of a few hundred woords inspired by circa-2006 MetaFilter and Evan S. Connell’s The White Lantern will still be around, and I’m even hoping to add to it. There will someplace I put scratch notes like this. I feel rusty and I’m worried I’m going to fall off my bike. Bear with me.