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It's been a few weeks since my disastrous fall that ended with me landing on the edge of the bathtub. My healing process is about 80% there, I think—the worst part is at night, as I try to find the right position to fall asleep and end up right in the one that hurts the most.
We're without our little dog Panna right now. We decided to leave her in Italy until Christmas, when we'll head back for the holidays, and while I miss her every single minute, the time without her lets us tackle that list of activities we'd otherwise have to put off.
Next Sunday, we'll be visiting Catalina Island, and I'm really hoping to snap some decent photos to share here once we're back.
The following weekend, I'll be in San Diego for TwitchCon. The weekend of October 24, we'll take a quick getaway to Vancouver—a city I rank among the most beautiful in the world, and one I'm happy to rediscover after nearly 20 years!
After a couple of weeks' break, I'll be in NYC mid-November for work, and Noemi will join me so we can spend a few free days together exploring the city. Or at least, the parts I still have left to discover personally.
For Thanksgiving, we'll do a short tour of the Grand Canyon—since not everything there is dog-friendly—and we'll make one last stop in Florida at the end of December before heading back to Italy for a couple of weeks.
In short, some pretty intense months are coming up, and I haven't even listed all the trips I'll have to squeeze in. It scares me a bit, this upcoming stretch—not so much because of the sheer volume of stuff to do, but because I don't want to hit the end of these three months completely drained. I'll have to pace myself well between the high-energy moments and the rest ones, recharging the batteries whenever I get the chance.
As I write these lines, I've found myself reflecting on the tragic state of social media lately. Just like Manu put it:
One thing that’s fun to observe, though, as a very passive and disinterested spectator, is how some patterns of behaviour seem to be platform agnostic. Which is just a very polite way for me to say that dickheads are omnipresent.
Hordes of people have been jumping from one platform to another, cheering on so-called digital intifadas for all sorts of cultural, political, social reasons, only to land on new shores and face the exact same problems—users disguised by confirmation bias, and above all, those dangerous echo chambers.
It doesn't matter much which platform you choose to use. Unless you're completely clueless, you'll know exactly who to surround yourself with and who you want to interact with. You'll inevitably stay cooped up in your own pen. That's just how it is now—no matter the platform, social media has become a ruthless, brutal place to dump your resentment. The important thing is to win. Win the conversation by any means necessary; it doesn't matter if you argue logically—the point is to win. With satire, with insults, with public shaming. It's me against you. Black against white. On every single topic. An endless loop of barricades where the meeting point doesn't exist, because there can't be dialogue between people who only want to hear their own side.
The truth is that no place is better than another, and no place is safe from any kind of extremist drift. If that's what you're looking for, then start a blog. Because, as of today, no social platform can claim to be better than another, and it never will be.
It makes me sad that it's like this. These days, I only use social media to share gaming stuff and post the little content I create. Everything else is left to this tight-knit circle of the blog. Everything else, you'll always find it right here. I hope more and more.