HE other day I wrote about happiness and this morning I explained what that means to activists. I was checking for further input. “Money can’t buy happiness” goes the famous proverb, “but sometimes it can rent it…”
I derive much pleasure from writing. It hardly costs a thing.
“On a more practical note,” a friend told me, “there really is a minimal income necessary for comfort and health.”
Simple life reduces worry and reduced worry contributes to happiness. High-paying jobs are typically not compatible with simplicity in life. But there is an alternative way to look at it – and one who wrote about Om Malik perishing captured that when saying:
I had a tougher week than usual. Someone I deeply care about had a bad fall, followed by the passing of Om. It made me think again about the impermanence of life: the mundaneness of every day can seem like this can go on forever, but suddenly in just a moment everything may change.
I can’t help but keep thinking about Om and how he was writing so much till the end. Sometimes I feel like I take my writing for granted. It seems to be always there. But what if one day it wasn’t?
There is always some self-consciousness involved when publishing a public blog. Will I be flooding people’s rss readers if I post too much? Why would anyone read this obscure topic? Do people really want to know *my* opinion?? Omg people are going to get so tired of my posts on covid cautiousness.
But mortality has this ultimate clarifying effect. Pride, embarrassment, self-consciousness, etc – what are they in the face of mortality?
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(of course, this website may not survive beyond my death, but that is another problem.)
It links to this older post about “website graveyards”, stating 6 years ago: “I am hence thankful to my partner – I have never understood how essential it is to have a witness until these recent years, or at least at this point in my life when everything seems so shaky and transient, how much it means to me that my ongoing existence is being witnessed. That all of this is real, someone is seeing my pain, my struggles. I think this is the outcome of feeling not being taken seriously my entire life. ”
It says: “Websites shouldn’t have to go offline once their creators are dead, yet they mostly will unless they are hosted on a free service that will likely sustain long-term into the future (i.e. wordpress.com or github)”
This did not age well because github is not doing well and wordpress.com shares a bed with sloppers.
The real solution might be friends who can help run a site for you, like Aaron Swartz did.
The above blogger (anonymous except in domain name) should know sites can outlast people by decades, as many have.
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T was almost 14 years ago that I created this gallery (using Gallery, the software) for us to upload our photos after the main page mostly contained this dreary long list of photos to be shared. Sharing lots of photos by E-mail is just poor netiquette, E-mail is not a file-sharing protocol.
