I have small waves of nostalgia taking over my senses at random times.
The most glaring one, of course, would be this. The blog thing. I recovered my small blog archive from at least 2007, back when I was blogging at Vox. I had migrated those entries to my Textpattern blog that lasted until 2012. I think I stopped because my mom was sick (she eventually died) and then I got married, somehow had children, and just stopped maintaining the blog. Not that it was ever remarkable.
But after playing around with another TXP installation, I successfully imported all those entries to a running database, with no automated way of importing it here. I suppose people have given up on Textpattern. I really liked it. I am struggling with WordPress, but right now it is the easiest in terms of, well, just putting up. If and when I have time, between motherhood, domesticity, homeschooling, and the occasional odd writing job, I will try to put something up that is more… organic.
Do you remember Greymatter? Man, was that the absolute best.
I check on Noah Grey every now and then. Like, once a year. I check on my heroes when I’m having deep emotions. I’m glad to have found him blogging again before this year ended.
I am having such a difficult time meshing my being into the weird web that we have today. I want the old stuff back. This sounds like a bizarre form of Luddism, but really, I’m not opposed to new technology. This sense of non-belonging has more to do with the culture (of monetizing, for one) than with new software.
Unfortunately, I am terminally online. Maybe I’ll blog once a week to shake off all the thoughts. I still have lots of them.
As I read and cringe through the insufferable articles of my twenties, I hope to write more, too. Life is going by fast. I think when you’re a parent, it just rolls by faster. I’ve done nothing but drag my kids back to my “better times.” I want to live in my cool millennial pop culture bubble with my kids. For instance, I let them watch Scream because I want them to understand the cultural references. But eventually, it backfired. If you follow the Scream movies at all, then you’d understand why we are now back to the future. It’s still sweet, though. All these reboots are building the necessary bridges between my older world and this new one of theirs.
This was easier than I thought.