After a long term of experimenting with different services to have my own face on the web I finally came to where I once started. A selfhosted blog.
So many accounts, so many logins, so many adresses where I had content. Now all is back on this or at least backed up for my own, private, personal history.
All these sites are left behind:
- wordpress.com – not self-hosted
Yet to follow and need to be backed up, as well:
- maybe runtastic
It is the end of a journey that started with the online webradio show monasteriaobscura on toxic apple radio (all dead) and was continued with twitter and facebook to be the extrovert digital citizen I am not at all. I do not need this stuff, though at times I believed it would be part of being on. It is not. Though I’ll miss to read some stuff my friends, coworkers and family posts here and there.
And I feel relieved.
I never really cared about my follower numbers, how many likes, reposts, starred tweets I got. Of course it was nice, if something I wrote, mentioned, photographed got some positive reaction, but I did not mind if it was only nice, interesting – of value – for me alone.
The only active public channels left are this very blog to post general content, long posts, opinions, ideas, my github account and my app.net account (@ur) where I really like to be if I choose a public area with wonderful people and a really limited number of people I follow.
The change was a long term developement, understanding what was superimposed on my own digital presence by the digital society, group dynamics, inspite of my true self. Starting with consolidating my accounts, digital ‘real estate’ and so on. Starting my own self-hosted blog again, provided the platform I needed to be autark again.
The recent development from twitter pushing independent developers roughly aside, instagrams attempt to ‘you provide the content, we make the profit’ and finally facebooks greed and lack of value and respect and a cold winter weekend providing time gave the push to withdraw my (for my feeling) widespread and overstreched public appearance I did not really filled up with life.
It is like Bilbo says to Gandalf in the Lord of the Rings:
“I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.”
Well, public places like those I left are not the thoroughly evil force of Sauron’s One Ring, but just not my cup of tea. I want to get more focus and herewith I get to that goal.