Being Social: MicroBlog, Day One

A week runneth over with upendings, with new things and new systems (in-law doctor appointments; the wanton demolition of writing and exercise and reading routines; an endocrinologist appointment and my investment in silence of a new continuous glucose monitor that's consistently 100-150 points off) is drawing to a close but has clearly taken its toll. But, alas, the only way out is through so here I am.

Using the opportunity of routine implosion to carve out a new one and try new paths. To wit:

You might note a new navigation button above: MicroBlog. After a few years of considering it (ok, a couple: the service has only been around since 2017), I'm finally, after deciding that backing up the veracity of my conviction of self-hosting my original content – be it long-form daily rambles like this, or picayune observations / music / dog pictures / links etc etc – is worth $5.99 a month, giving it a go: a self-hosted mini-companion to this site, the Renfield to (PR)'s Dracula, Eye-gor to Frankenshteen.

Report so far: I dig it. That I've already found a fellow fan of The Necks at Micro is reason enough to celebrate.

So what's going to live there? All of the stuff that would've either been attempted as tags here (EarBliss / Listening / Reading / Life/Etc / DogPicture / Status / LinkExhaust) or sent to Twitter will first be sent to my MicroBlog – crossposting to Twitter incoming. A self-hosted vehicle for interstitial content – which will hopefully be of more value than the interstitial glucouse readings of the CGM but I'm just in a shitty mood over the quasi-cyborg anti-theft deterrent device presently nailed into my bicep and spewing out ridiculous numbers...

... but, yes, Micro: It'll take some effort to acclimate myself but for now, the value in hewing to an ideal of all original content originating from a site of my own is worth the acclimation period. Going to give it a fair shake, see where it takes me. Time will tell.

As for the CGM, I might write more about that in Sunday's newsletter. So far, I'm not a fan (of the CGM; I like my newsletter).. But like I said, it's been a long week of shaking things up, so maybe the anchors and variables of my life and my day are still shaking about, as the dice in TROUBLE would bound about in their plastic bubble. Maybe they’ll settle – maybe.