A corner of the web devoted to this analog life

Have you ever just longed for a place that is as much about writing through what it means to be alive on this floating, decaying rock as it is about talking about our feelings? I know I have. I have read a lot and never encountered an embodied and intellectual home that provided me a place to just be with the magic and tender feelings of being alive, being a parent to living creatures, and being an animate lump of clay devoted to using my own privilege to making the world safer and more equitable for others. This is my song. This is my hymn. May we form a community to create a chorus to work through these difficult, death-drenched times. May we raise our voices as one to create a world that provides for all; places death in a respected and exalted place; and gives equal space for magic, crafting, feeling, and philosophizing.

I commit to you, dear reader, that I will show up to this work of essay writing as the vulnerable, sincere human being that I am. I will share my processes of noticing, making, and thinking. There won't be any hype beasts deployed; no air horns will be needed. I will not transform into DJ Khaled in an attempt to get you to sign up for my newsletter. No, I will just be building my little corner of the web as far away from the algorithms as possible. I will be exploring zine making; sticker making; weaving, spinning, and dyeing; photography and field-recording; magical practices, and philosophy/social theory. In short, I will just be sharing my little notes on living this analog life I have made for myself.

Come along if you dare tread in the lands where we have cast of the algorithms for the Augustus Pablo, dub riddims.