No Thrones. No Crowns. No Kings.
On October 18, millions of us are rising again to show the world: America has no kings, and the power belongs to the people.
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon—now with climate crisis, rising fascism, increasing disability, eventual poverty, and inevitable death.
Read the current manifesto. (And the followup.)
Rules: no fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
On October 18, millions of us are rising again to show the world: America has no kings, and the power belongs to the people.
I’ve talked about how I just can’t worry about whether or not I am being read (not that I can do this at all perfectly or consistently), but CJ Eller makes the point that what we can worry about, and maybe what we should worry about, is whether or not, and how, we are reading others. Tom Critchlow, meanwhile, suggests that blogging can be a digital form of “sidewalk life” (riffing off Nadia Eghbal), as opposed to the busy highways of social media platforms. I think the point, really, is that the developing tools of an indieweb ecosystem should provide for conversation for those who seek it, just not at the expense of those who seek protection from the toxicity of those busy highways.