yet another self-involved catalogue of personal information on the internet is an unwise way to deal with technology addiction. although i am still determined to escape the empty clicks and wasted hours, to fill them with more substantial readings and doings, i wonder if carving out yet another space will actually function as an aid. maybe if there’s a place to catalogue offline absorption i can escape the oppressive brand of futility that can only be delivered by a perpetual technocoma. maybe recording will inspire greater dedication to offline pursuits.
so this is to be a personal space in which i can reclaim thought via the improvised, unedited cataloguing of art-oriented consumption in the actual world. perhaps it will evolve into a proper blog like those from my teens—or, if expository, it will function as a proper journal. journaling, like watching films, reading, taking photographs, finding work, talking to other people, or undergoing any number of aesthetic/useful endeavors, is always on my to-do list. awareness should be experienced, with awake & open eyes-it shouldn’t be pushed to the future as a reminder, a bullet point that’s never reached in favor of numb passivity. if momentary awareness is overridden by distractibility, one should at least try to catalogue whatever might be left in the margins.
plan of action;
first, i’m going to post simple photos from films i’ve been watching. for about 8 years, i catalogued all movies watched in and out of theatres, but have become lax in my duties since i abandoned journaling a couple years ago. netflix and other engaged online media services picked up such monitoring, which extends to books with goodreads, fascinations with tumblr, protestations on twitter, music on last.fm, my own work on flickr, etcetcetc-its infinite and i’m constantly finding little forgotten places on the internet where i failed to carve out a coherent identity. much of this is overly decentralized and inadequate when it comes to expressing obsession or ideas relating to these experiences, so i find myself yearning for the consistent personal narrative of blogging.
for now, there will merely be photos, with a note here or there. hopefully those notes will expand and the silence, the numbness, the abegnation, will finally be destroyed.