My Obsession with the Obsolete

Starting with history itself, then onto urban exploration. I like things that have out lived their usefulness, or their popularity might be more of how I feel about them. An appreciation for neglect of some kind.

I also like keeping things on Blogger blogs. I don’t believe they are going to have a sudden, great comeback. Though I would like to see it happen. Blogger blogs are good for keeping things you don’t want to lose. I have all kinds of sub-topics and niche ideas tucked away on Blogger blogs.

I think it is an inability to let go, or give up.

How Will It Make Any Money?

I come from a family where they say, “If I can take it why would I buy it?” This is why I seldom trust anyone and I have tried to find every sneaky angle that can be used against me any time I have to rely on someone else. I do not like being tricked or robbed.

The real irony is that one half of my family were law breakers and the other half law makers. I’m sure there have always been people who jumped the fence, on either side. In my case, I’m more of a law maker who does not entirely trust or respect authority.

This whole thing drives me crazy when it comes to selling anything, like art, online. It is all too easy to rip off. Everything I look at is very flawed. Even if I did go ahead and try it anyway my family will be telling that it isn’t going to make any money. Most of them have been in sales. But they don’t give me help with selling anything, just insist that everything online is free for the taking.

I think its hopeless. But I keep trying, or sort of trying. It’s how I live most of my life.

“How will it make any money?” You have no idea how irritating, to the point of near insanity, that question is after all these years. Why does everything have to be about money? Money, and people are two things I would like not to have. Money, in the way of not needing it by having enough that I don’t have to care about it. People, in the way of not having to have them around.

More people seem to be developing this kind of allergic reaction to people. How long will it take before the only time we communicate is through electronics, not face to face? I don’t own/ have a mobile phone. Almost everyone else around me has one, or more. I’m not a phone person. Just hearing it ring (the house phone) makes me cringe. But, I laugh (out loud even) at the progress of mobile phones.

From an actual phone to texting only now. Texting, is just a more expensive way to send an email. I’m never going to be addicted to a mobile phone, or any other phone. I’m too happy to not have anyone contacting me. Twitter works. It’s silent and I can look at it, or not. Undemanding.

But, I still don’t know how I am going to sell my art online. I don’t think I am ever going to find a way to avoid having it stolen. I don’t have the social skills, or the liking for them, to be a great sales person for myself.

“How will it make any money?”  I can feel myself on a Medieval stretching wrack, pulled tighter and tighter. If not for that sound track, could I manage to actually get somewhere? I will never know, not likely.

My family are all very stubborn, in their ways. Mine is that I can not seem to just give up, no matter how many times I say that I am.

Welcome (Again)

My sites include my interests in web publishing, creative writing, urban exploration, ASCII art, and general art, culture, travel and history. I have several sites because I really like writing and publishing online and I tend to buy new domains on impulse when the idea always seems good at the time.

I have been online since 1996 running my own sites single-handed and self taught since before WordPress. I’ve also written for several other sites and networks: Suite 101, BackWash, LockerGnome, HerPlanet, HubPages, Squidoo, Twolia, and WZ.com. Before the WWW got going I also wrote for zines.

I was an editall with the Open Directory Project for over ten years. I’ve never been able to like or accept SEO since being on the side of having to clean it up in the early days of the web.

I’m never bored. People who claim to be easily bored must be half brain-dead. There is always something else to do, try, explore or get totally wrong. I’m a recovering perfectionist and find it hard to give myself credit for anything when there is always something that could be fixed, made better, in short, perfected. At times I burn myself out or just don’t get started at all. Yet, I’ll be back… always an optimist, too honest and eventually someone will sum that up on my gravestone in a unique and clever way that I will wish I could see. I believe in reincarnation because I really want the end to be just the beginning.

Should you be wondering… this is not a professional profile. I don’t think I could ever really manage that level of proficient, professional perfection.

Doing things my own way is so much a part of who I am. It’s a shame I have given myself so much to aim for. But, I am recovering… some days.