The Windmills of Certainty

Social Media is a very strange place, but from a behavioral and economics point of view, it's relatively straightforward: it is a massive game to win hearts and minds, which are scarce. My father calls FB and its variants, "evil." Why? It's driven mostly by primary processes, which are primal in nature: narcissistic glory (attention) and having a channel for expressing rage with little consequence (venting and attention seeking).  I used to write high-minded moral rants but I have honestly grown tired of saying anything at all. I even used to weave in economics and tech, too, but that has grown tiresome, too. I suppose it's hard to stick out while the zeitgiest is obsessed with OpenAI and all its big tech competitors.  As I find myself slowing down, I'm finding myself less and less interested in "sharing" content beyond my art. There's just too much noise and sometimes what I have to say should be obvious... A few kind souls get it. As for everyo

It's a strange time in my life. I'm going to be moving back to CA to be around family. I think I'll feel relieved in the end. Fortunately I still have work and Galapagos is getting some momentum, so that's encouraging. I'll have more time to focus on Galapagos and other ventures. I blog like this mostly for myself, truly. I don't really promote this blog at all, except when I want certain content not scraped by LI spiders and such.  These posts help me reason about certain subjects out loud. I don't track metrics, etc. So when I do share on LI I know the people that comment actually read the content and not just the post text.  It's a Friday  It'll take me a week to get it altogether, close the door on WA for a while, and reopen the one that's in CA.   Life has an odd way of repeating itself. Or maybe it's just me and my patterns. Maybe a bit of both.  I honestly don't know. But I am looking forward to being around some family again. I