A break up article with the app.
I tried, I really did, with over 70 articles, but niche writing isn’t popular writing and that type of writing is pervasive on Medium.
In the early days I asked a wonderful writer from Tuscon, who had a large following, wrote 200 articles a year and was insanely talented.… how much money to you make?….she cried and quit as it was eating away at her life.
The Medium experiment was fun and the talent was enormous, but it was saturated with hacks, writing work that spoke to no one but a 24 news cycle. …
Say goodbye to the archaic and welcome the chaos
This is End, it was inevitable.
After all, all good things must end.
We had our my-space, our face-book, we launched some you-tubes, argued on twit-ter, trolled on red-it, photographed on insta-gram and tried to make it as a writer on med-ium.
The Promise of the Internet continues and “some” (unknown #) make some cash and some wallow in obscurity. The Utopian vision of this global scale digital playground is obsolete.
The money-men have spoiled the waters, the mad have decended and we argue like we always do.
Who are these writers on Medium? …
Like a whisper in the dark sending shivers down our spine unable to hear the words…we search in vein, looking to the skylight above for tiny shards of beaming Star-ness, we look for our meaning.
Patterns and lines, held in place for eons but actually drifting, molding into new patterns that never existed.
The Big Dipper with it’s long handle and squareness… is in more accurate terms ...just a bunch of stars… it is us..the human that applies the shape.
Did we forget that constellations are just beautiful chaos that our ancestors mapped with purpose?
“Where do you want to meet?” screams “the Nina” Captain to the “Santa Maria” Captain from across the ocean distance…
A much ado has been made about crowds at the Lake of the Ozarks during the Covid outbreak but a strange fact has been left out of the story. Sure ….it was crowded at the one spot but the rest of the Ozarks is also a giant nature playground full of tourists. The lakes and rivers are everywhere in Missouri and vary in size and swimmable aspects.
Business has been very good for the entire region. If Americans can’t fly for vacation, they return to road tripping our natural wonders, well within a decent drive of their house. Depending where you live, suddenly those wild spaces nearby seem wonderful. …
Mysticism is a fascinating philosophical idea that cuts into our Collective knowledge of the WHAT reality even is. The Mystical has a long sorted history with ancient religions and tribal superstitions.
In our modern world of atheism, humanism and transhumanism, those ancient ideas like mysticism, spiritualism and psychicism are tossed aside as archaic and outdated.
However that isn’t always the case within Psychedelic Cultures, where mysticism becomes “normal” and ego-death becomes the “new” desired enlightenment aspect.
Our Current Academic Front debates our understanding of the Mystical in a scientific Universal language. Religious scholarship and Intellectual Giants view thousands of years of human experience for what was truly….. …
The Grand Finale…
“Count down with me.. 10.9.8.7.126.96.36.199.2.1……” said the Voice from the crane held speakers.
Boom… goes the fireball as the audience cheers, filling the air with a cacophony of sounds and heat. The Missouri Pyrotechnics Association begins the 15th annual Pyromusical competition called…
The Sky Wars Invitational Fireworks Championship.
Part 1 of the Midwest Firework wars.
In the Midwest this week, two competing Firework events take the St Louis area by storm. Pyromania and Sky Wars rally for public support with a desperate legal battle over a name and the right to be called the best fireworks in the area. Covid be damned, the sky was afire with explosions
This is 2020, the year of Covid, the year we didn’t celebrate the 4th of July, the year the sports game stands were empty, the year children didn’t go to school and the year the public faced an uncertain future in our own unique ways. …
A dumpster archeology story
Jill Ann St Petersburg (Derickson/Larson/Huggins) has many names and many roles. She is a writer, playwright and mother of two grown boys, Sagan and Abram. Jill has been a wife, a daughter, a best friend and a singer.
The story of our collective mind.
What if….within your personal essence there are parts of you, parts that help create your human experience, what if some of those parts were collective in nature?
The Hive…our collective human mind.
This is not a new idea, those Greeks philosophers spelled IT out, the Bhagavad Gita exposes IT, and the roots of Christianity are seeped in IT.
IT is the Collective side of your Humanity.
Medium like any app created to maximize profit while simultaneously forming a legacy that will go into the future…contains talented writers who strive for a distinct delusion…. fleeting fame and readership. Technology moves so fast, that very little of our digital past will survive even one generation and all the millions of bits of human expression will be lost in the ether of nothingness.
I heard it said once that thousands of British writers slaved for centuries to write the great novels and now the world mostly remembers just a handful. …