This is fine.e

This is fine. We are drinking fancy coffee in the middle of The Fire that Consumes All  before It. Welcome to Iliam.

We are ok. And we are not ok. Some of us will never be ok again, and some of us don’t know what ok means anymore.

None of this is new. This condition has always existed on the planet, in ways large and small. Tragedy happens. War breaks out. Disease burns through towns. Violence catches us unawares. People are not ok. And then they are ok. But not like before-ok. Like now-ok. Like new-ok.

Is anything actually different? Maybe just that the whole globe is suddenly trying to extinguish the same fire. We are all talking about the same ok-not-ok conundrum. We are in a literal world war.

I keep saying that anyone who can’t figure out how we move forward in the face of a global pandemic is someone who hasn’t read enough genre fiction. No global pandemic, no world-wide catastrophic event = no science fiction.

Anyway, some things I’ve been pondering lately:

The Obsidian Virtual Concept House.

Educational videos on social topics. How to judge facts

The brilliant Charlie Jane Anders on story and survival.

Somehow, I always return to this. I started “blogging” in 1998 on a little AOL Hometown website (RIP Miranda’s Web Café). I moved on to a blog a few years later, when was born as a way of documenting my move from the East Coast back to Chicago. I blogged pretty regularly from about 2002 to 2009, then barely at all after that. (see, wayback machine)

I do still feel compelled to share – or maybe not so much “share,” as “express.” Expression as a way to document experience – either personal experience or just the experience of being a person in the world. 

Blogging has changed. Mostly replaced by the million other ways that people create and share their lives. TikTok, Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, YouTube. No one needs a blog anymore. My RSS Reader and I are digital dinosaurs. But I keep coming back to this concept of 

It’s not for an audience – this site has never had much of that over the years. And it’s not for something to do – the truly empty time in my life has been reduced to almost nothing by now (don’t get me wrong – that’s mostly a *good* thing). So it must be for me. To share and express. To document. To bookmark. If you tune in every now and then, please engage if you wish! Or, please uphold the distinguished tradition of lurking. Either is totally fine.