I miss the internet
I know this is going to make me sound old β but I miss the internet.
The real internet. The one we used to have. Before it all got so much less β and somehow so much more β complicated.
I went online for the first time around 2001. The 90s had ended, and the world was coming online while I was coming out of my shell and becoming more self-aware.
Everyoneβs looking for the perfect app to keep their kids safe online. The answer is a desktop computer in the living room and we need to bring this shit back.
Free speech is when you let people say controversial things.
Free speech is not when the worldβs richest man builds a CSAM generator, hooks it up to the worldβs largest public photo database, and gives 4chan a subscription service.
Iβve written thousands of words defending peopleβs right to be wrong on the internet.
I donβt need thousands of words for this. I have eight: what the fuck is wrong with these assholes.
We have "growth hackers" but no "stability hackers." "Disruptors" but no "preservers." Our entire vocabulary is oriented toward the new. We have no language for the equally difficult work of keeping existing things from falling apart.
https://www.joanwestenberg.com/the-rime-of-the-ancient-maintainer/
Modernity is a conspiracy to replace 'thick' desires (community, craft, transcendence) with 'thin' desires (likes, sugar, dopamine). Revolt by doing something slow. Bake bread. Write a letter. Code a tool for just one person.
Debating politics on the internet is like trying to perform microsurgery with a chainsaw while a crowd of people throws tomatoes at you for not using an ethically sourced chainsaw
The people preaching 'move fast and break things' are the same folks whose entire economic livelihood depends on the system moving very, very slowly and protecting their accumulated equity and I just think thatβs beautiful (stupid)
Tech company lifecycle:
Year 1-3: Change the world
Year 4-7: Monetize the world
Year 8-10: Congressional hearing about what you did to the world
The real reason people hate self-checkout isnβt the loss of human contact itβs that you pay the same price but do more work, violating our intuitions about fair exchange. Itβs like if restaurants charged full price but you had to bus your own table
Life is lived on overlapping frequencies. One of us is falling in love while another is getting told they have cancer. A parent somewhere is watching their child take a first step, even as someone else buries theirs. Trying to synchronize the emotional weather of billions is a doomed endeavor. Better to accept that joy and grief will always coexist, and each gives contour to the other.
8/9
If you find yourself unmoved by the latest Taylor Swift release, thatβs fine. But the person who is moved - who finds in it a brief reprieve from their own troubles or from the heavy news cycle - is not your enemy. They're braving the same churning sea as you, just with a different sail.
9/9
Part of living well is the cultivation of joy that is not contingent on the disappearance of all misfortune. If we wait for that, we'll never bloody celebrate anything at all.
7/9
Life is lived on overlapping frequencies. One of us is falling in love while another is getting told they have cancer. A parent somewhere is watching their child take a first step, even as someone else buries theirs. Trying to synchronize the emotional weather of billions is a doomed endeavor. Better to accept that joy and grief will always coexist, and each gives contour to the other.
8/9