Patrick Glendon McCullough
I live in Cochecton, New York. Wrote a novel in 2007 that no one read, but was named a Foreword Magazine Book of the Year. Also had stuff in Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine, McSweeney’s, and Truly*Adventurous.
I've had some fairly long-standing gripes with social media, none of which are at all original or insightful. But a few months ago it all came to a head and I deleted my Instagram and Twitter. I use Facebook too much as a developer, so couldn't delete that, but unfriended everyone and changed the name on my account.

It didn't really wind up providing the amazing relief or catharsis I'd imagined, but was probably a good exercise. After a couple of months though, I reinstated all of the accounts, though I now follow so few people, they're not at all interesting and don't provide the time drain they used to.

Just the same, I have missed having some sort of outlet for the stray thoughts I deem clever enough to share.

So rather than try and rebuild my social media presence, I figured I'd just sort of make my own.

Years ago, before the Cambridge Analytica fiasco, the various social media entities had really robust APIs that let developers pull the content and use it in interesting ways. Sending messages or generating content from your own website, organizing the data to extrapolate cool stuff, etc... But now it's all so locked down, it's useless.

So I figured I'd finally bite the bullet and do something I'd always thought about, just building my own site that has the same functionality of easy and attractive publishing. Granted, it's hardly social media since it's just me sharing without any option for engagement, but that suits me fine for the time being, especially with the flexibility that comes with managing it all myself.

I do have some ideas for scaling the idea, eventually being able to share the code and provide an ability to connect between sites; one of the big benefits being that everyone always has absolute control of their content, and no fear of losing their primary method of communication when the winds of censorship blow one way or the other, or robots mistake a picture of a desert landscape for human testicles.

Anyway, that's what's going on here.
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