Sunday Sundries
12/19/2021 Best of 2021
And one for good measure
Have discovered a few erratic flaws in the Substack daemon, the platform on which we work — The category Top, or most popular seems to be related to views, not likes, and since the view feature is buggy both overcounting when folks leave their browser active and undercounting when they have decent privacy walls it produces odd results — currently the ‘Top Post’ is:
Which, causes the construct I provisionally call me, to base certain motions on the particularly popular posts — much to our detriment. On the other hand the ‘search function’ seems to produce only ‘one page of searchable’ and no more — a challenge when publishing every day to get a good ‘Best of’ — for example — every Sunday in 2021 — it produces only 11 of a possible 45:
And the answer is, “I’ve tried to be honest with you, Selfies with nose hairs and all, as well as, failed attempts to communicate with successful moments poking through the overwhelming BOOM (If you look up Thunder Words in Finnegans Wake you will eventually come to this post a meta-SEO joke, although Zuckerberg, unfortunately, has made it a dirty one)! WE’re letting you in on how the sausage is made, although — truthfully, knowing me and my laziness, “Contains Less than 1% giving a f@ck about the statistics”
Does this make me a poor self-promoter? Yes. But I don’t understand how becoming an entire publishing house, editor, marketing agent, publicist, writer, photographer, and artist lends itself to the creation of art? Maybe I’m too stuck in the 20th century?
I don’t mean to burden you with this, am deeply antiburden if truth be told, just spilling the voices, letting them out in the world, giving the Unknowing Cloud room to work on me, or as I said here, you:
In the end, I’m calling out the decision to put the unconscious inside us individually, instead of embracing “The unconscious lies between us” and then filling the gap with a host of marketing and propaganda daemons — Of course, these days the use of the word ‘propaganda’ in itself has become a type of marketing — but, again, I digress…
I promised to show you all of it, didn’t I? Knowing this, consider the miracle getting out of bed is for us all.
Beginning of Solstice celebrations. y’all! What will you sacrifice? Put on the altar, public or private, let it have its way, and then release into the unbounded wilds between us?
Much Love,
Con/Jur/d, 12/19/2021
An imitation of a simulation of something approximating the ever-receding ‘real.’
Well I , for one, like the Latvian juice.
“But I don’t understand how becoming an entire publishing house, editor, marketing agent, publicist, writer, photographer, and artist lends itself to the creation of art?”
It wouldn’t, rather it could/would consume you. But when you’re a one-man-show, it’s all a necessary part of the process. So much appears to be collaboration: “Let’s go into the writers’ room …” (Now, follow the tour guide into the writers’ room and observe the enormous conference table with twenty writers seated around it all working on the next episode.) In my own case, I don’t see all of those things you mention as distractions, because I’m not prolific, as so many seem to be, when it comes to creating art. I see the ancillary tasks as somewhat interesting (to a point) and rewarding.
“ … Of course, these days the use of the word ‘propaganda’ in itself has become a type of marketing … “
I find I’m often using a more accurate, direct, appropriate term, calling it what it is: lies.