You Fucking Widget

It is no mistake that widget rhymes with idjut. This morning I meandered through my usual ridiculous and unrelated thread of impulses that dictate how my Saturday morning begins. I wondered what happens to all the gigabytes. This is my most recent version of the age old ‘if I jump in an elevator at the precise moment it crashes to the ground will I be uninjured?’ Rumination. What does happen to them? When do so many gigabytes, terabytes, meta/mega/uber/hugest bytes become a physically oppressing presence in the world? 

That took me to the self doubting ‘I am so shit at blogging’ internal chatter. I became determined, in a very familiar way, to succeed in navigating WordPress, again.  I logged in. I played with my theme. I changed the layout slightly. I did all that is within my skill set to do. Then I did what always comes next: I attempted to extend myself into the murky wasteland of my dimly lit understanding, with the aim to make some progress. 

I know it is just the jargon that stands between me and ‘coding’ (in the most vanilla sense of it). I know some of the jargon. I don’t know most of it. It all blurs into one huge foreign vernacular: url, api, platform, client, host. Probably the most frustrating aspect of this cycle of resolve, attempt, failure and disappointment is that the language is just familiar enough to make it look plausible that one day I might get it. What a widget. 

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words, love, hate, life, death, street art, feminism, GLBTIQ rights, human rights, anarchism, graffiti, tags, writers, writing, poetry, politics. Je suis l'artiste anciennement connu sous le nom de Flasher Fitzroy.

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