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The Mystery of the Disappearing Job Title A few years ago, you could point at the screen and name what you were looking at. “Influencer” meant someone who monetized the soft power of attention; “content creator” meant someone who produced a steady stream of on-platform media to keep that attention fed. These were not slurs … Read more
The Joke That Isn’t a Joke Here’s a hilarity I didn’t order: my long, carefully structured essays about precarity, value, and the quiet violences of “content” get ten times the traffic of my actual handmade work. Google, apparently, is a connoisseur of fury—so long as the fury is arranged in clean paragraphs with descriptive subheads. … Read more
The Paradox of Praise Watch how the compliments fall. A canvas of splattered gesture earns reverence. A field of simplified symbols—a circle that means sun, a line that means horizon—gets laughed off as childish. A 3D-printed trinket is hailed as sleek and modern; a clay figure with fingerprints still visible is called dated, school-project, “dirty.” … Read more
The Look That Says “Oh, You’re Doing That?” There’s a particular look that crosses a face when someone sees a tip jar on an artist’s page. It isn’t disgust, not exactly. It’s etiquette’s little wince: oh, you’re doing that? As if a line has been crossed—some invisible threshold between “serious creative” and “person who needs … Read more
How influencer culture turned honest labor into performance — and why I refuse to play along. I make things and I sell them. That’s it. This isn’t content; it’s work. Bookmark it if you want to find it again. Subscribe if your bookmarks look as chaotic as mine. The Uneasy Divide I make things. I … Read more
I’m done asking permission to make my work real. Every time I tried to publish a written book, the process stepped between me and the reader like a series of turnstiles: identifiers, registries, catalog entries, platform rules, waiting periods measured in months. Even when the numbers were “free,” time wasn’t. Paper wasn’t. Patience definitely wasn’t. … Read more
Why Owning Your Own Place Still Matters—On AWS, the decentralized internet, the crashing of everyone’s platforms, and keeping the lights on through it all. The Irony of the “Decentralized” Web The day half the internet took a nap, I realized I’d somehow wandered into the decentralized-web conversation—not because I was chasing a new ideology, but … Read more
Here’s a story that shouldn’t be remarkable, but is. When I was a barista, people used to look me in the eye and tell me they didn’t believe in tipping. Not that they couldn’t afford it — that they didn’t believe in it. They’d say, “Tipping’s for people who actually do something.” Or, “You’re just … Read more
The first thing anyone notices about a handmade rosary is never the price. It’s the weight.Glass, stone, metal—each bead has a small gravity, each knot holds a decision, each decade learns to sit in the palm like an animal that trusts you. I made one on the Solemnity of the Most Sacred Heart, and as … Read more
Sometimes I wake up and want to time-travel — not to fix history, not to warn anyone about the future, but just to log onto the internet when it still made fun noises. You know the ones. The slow static roar of a modem connecting to something bigger than you. The little thrill when the … Read more