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musings
No Alarms and No Surprises /
As I try to revive this blog in 2017, I'm constantly sizing up candidate topics or some form of a thread in my head. The latest incarnation has been Radiohead's eponymous album Ok Computer. It is now 20 years old. No surprises on how that makes me feel.
On Being Organised /
The thing about (regular) blogging is that it must be part of the ritual. It must be an extension to what is going on in your head at any given moment. They say that in the internet age, for the first time in human history, we are building shrines for ourselves - digital pyramids if you will - to leave indelible footprints of our lives, our loves and a penchant for cat videos.
Whether it was a blog post on the hot new band I had just seen or a re-post of cool architecture on tumblr, I used to thrive on the fact that perhaps a future archivist could go through all of my musings and be able to construct an idea of who I was and what made me tick.
Somewhere along the way, however, the pyramid I was building for myself no longer needed the blog form. It evolved into packets of nonsensical and totally unconnected tweets. Then came instant messaging services (e.g. Whatsapp, Kakao) or Pocket clippings. Now, say that archivist is a version of me 4-5 years down the line, he would have no idea what I had meant when I said:
What I'm coming to realise is that blogging gives context, or better still, a narrative. I first started this blog post thinking that it would be about a Tumblr I had just discovered called - Things Organized Neatly (as this post title may suggest). You may have heard of it. Apparently it won a Webby and it even became a top-selling book. As I started thinking about how dis-organised my digital life had been the last few years, it bore down to the fact that I had not been blogging - by which I mean 'writing'.
So here's to being more organised, neatly even, in 2017. I'm hoping the 2021 version of me is reading this as he rides around in his personal, self-driving uber machine-copter thing and thinks well of the current version of me.