I’m always confused when people shit-post about Reddit, since I’ve had the most positive interactions with other Internet users there than any other social media site. Based on my seven years on it, I’m pretty sure there are more serious, intelligent, and helpful people hanging out on Reddit than on Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram. Where else can you find actual scientists or engineers or IT professionals or artists or authors or whatever your interest area is, ask them a question, and get a serious answer? Why don’t you check it out today?
Here’s how Reddit looks to me; this is my feed of subreddit subscriptions. A subreddit is sort of equivalent to a Twitter hashtag or Facebook group or Instagram following.
(I received nothing in exchange for this endorsement, and neither does Reddit.)
My blog is officially moved in! I imported it into the latest edition of WordPress on my Ubuntu LAMP server. I updated it to look its best in its new home. This is the first new post from that local server.
I’m planning on moving this blog to a server that I’ve set up in my home. I want to do this mainly to see whether this is even possible for me, or practical. And also if I have the know-how to do it. Also, I think I might migrate away from the WordPress platform. I’ve been researching alternative CMS’s and platforms and even self-coding. Although the Internet is certainly in deep love with WordPress, it’s not a blogger’s only, or even necessarily best, option.
Blogger and… More?
My needs are fairly simple: occasional blogging, and even less occasional long-form writing. That’s my current menu of interests. However, I wonder if that might grow if I found it possible to be in complete control of my own content, down to the server hosting it. I am following closely the troubles with de-monetization and censorship plaguing the podcasters and YouTubers out there who don’t agree with Google and Youtube’s ever-narrowing definitions of political correctness.
We’ve had a bitter and contentious election season, and somehow elected a bitter and contentious person to the office of President of the United States. Way too much being written/ Youtube-d/ podcasted about that fiasco for me to bother adding any more than I just did.
Social Justice Warriors (SJWs) have found the enemy, and it is freedom of speech! On university campuses, on their podcasts, blogs, and social media, and in their advocacy and movements, this branch of the political spectrum is ostensibly fighting for the victims of abuse and bigotry and systemic injustice. But in so doing, they have armed themselves with weapons to fight against the free exchange of ideas.
I’ve wavered between two opinions for the past few years. It has to do with the delicate place in which the human species finds itself. We perch, as it seems, on the razor’s edge of extinction by climate change phenomena we are causing. I am very much a fan of humanity and would like to see us thrive, prosper, and one day leap across the divide to other planets and colonize the galaxy. (I dream big; blame Isaac Asimov).
The first opinion I hold is that climate change itself is the greatest threat to our existence. Given the alarms being sounded by the planet’s scientists observing and measuring our global climate, this is not a particularly original or controversial opinion. Lucky for us humans, it is an imminently (though not easily, as it turns out) preventable disaster, a slow-motion train wreck with time still to stop it before impact.
A dickish driver’s manual must be genetically encoded into human DNA. I see it so often these days. It’s not just one age group, gender, or nationality; I think this is species-wide. Let us see if we can’t parse the genetic instructions which are instinctively followed by dickish drivers:
Miss Burke, my Kindergarten teacher, was young, pretty, caring toward me and all my friends, and best of all, single! (I always took my childhood crushes way too seriously.) Sadly, I left that school after third grade, and Miss Burke didn’t come with me to my new school. Adding insult to injury, she got married and lived in a house with the man who bested me in a home cloyingly close to where I had to walk to and from my new school. Every day, I had my wounded feelings revived as I mourned having loved and lost. (Waaaaaay too seriously…).
When my Kindergarten crush on Miss Burke dissolved, I never felt the need to publicly or privately ‘reject’ a relationship which had existed only inside my imagination. In the same way, I never felt the need to make any kind of announcement that I have rejected my relationship with Jesus. Which relationship, I figured out, was only in my imagination.