With the impending demise of Twitter (whether it still is a functional website with data servers a month or a year from now is probably secondary to the question of whether it’s a place anyone still uses for anything other than trolling brands or open racism) I’m dusting off a lot of the old content platforms that I’ve used off and on over the years to see what still fits. Substack, medium, and tumblr have all been homes for my creative output, and I’m not sure what’s really the most conducive to my personal style of
My last post was a year and a half ago, and in the interim I’ve literally run an unsuccessful campaign to become the representative for Tennessee’s 6th Congressional District (“big boy Congress,” as I’d often have to tell folks when I introduced myself on the campaign trail.) I may use this to document some of what I’ve learned about the sausage-making.
Which answers the question of “why I'm at least a little glad only like nine people read this,” because old posts about injuring myself and traumatizing a mouse aren’t really conducive to effective political campaigning, and my interests are far too legion to be shoehorned into one particular topic—even politics, which has consumed the better part of my available bandwidth for the better part of the past nine months.
In the meantime, hi! I used to write, like, quite a bit. I kinda miss it.