I used to start most mornings by brewing a cup of breakfast tea, opening up Google Reader, and browsing a wide range of blogs. They ranged from seemingly professional endeavors to quick and dirty posts made by people less interested in the technology or even the thought of making money – but more in sharing a passion or connection.
Then social media happened.
First slowly, and then seemingly all at once, artists, knitters, bakers, tinkerers, thinkers, and makers of all kinds migrated to Instagram or Facebook or Twitter. I did too. But even after Google Reader was shut down, I still checked the blogs still running.
Over this weekend I was migrating feeds to a new RSS app and realized there were only small handful left still publishing. A list that used to be in the hundreds now was barely in the tens. I miss seeing other people’s thoughts in a longer form. I miss jumping down rabbit holes of ideas and suggestions from one site linking to another. I miss the sense of place and personality that personal websites used to provide that the highly curated and monetized social media streams just don’t capture.
I can’t make anyone else start writing on their own personal websites again – but I can make myself write.
That’s what this is. Just me putting out into the world a little bit of what I enjoy seeing from other people. A view into what I find interesting, what I’m creating, and what I’m enjoying. Just little thought crumbs.