Why I'm Reclaiming My Corner of the Internet — and Why You Should Too
There used to be a version of the internet that felt like wandering a city of strangers' apartments — each one decorated entirely to that person's taste, filled with the specific and personal. You might find a fan site for a mid-century type designer next to a hand-coded recipe archive next to someone's daily photo journal. The internet had texture. It had humanity. It had mess.
Somewhere in the last decade we traded all of that for a beige apartment complex. Same layout in every unit. Landlords who decide what you see, who sees you, and what it's all for. The algorithm became the invisible interior decorator — and it optimized for engagement, not for you.
“Disconnecting from the feed isn't a retreat. It's the most radical act of presence available to us.”
This site is my answer to that. A place I own. A place where you — real you, a human who found this somehow — can subscribe to my actual email list and actually hear from me when I write something. No timeline. No ratio. No one deciding you didn't see the thing I made.
I'm a 40-something polymath and serial hobbyist, kindred spirit to Tony Bourdain trapped in corporate drudgery. An anthropologist at heart, but filling out spreadsheets in practice. Welcome to my little corner of the internet.