State of the Enterprise: 2020 & H1 2021

 So the whole year of 2020 had come and gone through the slide, yes. However, while the world may have been radically changing and forming new stress fractures and breaking old states of status, the time was like any other at that time. 

 It was still another year of creatively spinning tires in an iced out divot. The effort and creative know-how gained would make the truck dance for a moment or two but it still remained constrained by these false potholes. After 10 minute of automotive flailing, you get frustrated enough to walk to the nearest store and buy the cheapest cat litter. The granular material is placed, and it is now enough traction to move the vehicle from out. The vehicle is reversing, it's coming out, you're out. In less than a second, the gravity of this planet comes back down on the truck. You are now in another set of holes. And the cat litter only has a single coffee mug quantity left in its box.

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I had gained 100 Twitter followers after grinding posts for about 3 years joining or so. But during its time of usage, I could not forget how much more frequently I was still willing to post on the ActivityPub web, on the Pleroma servers that I continued to regularly use. Twitter has yet more of the same Networking Effect that Facebook has. It's where all the artists are now, because these centralized social networks cram hundreds of millions of users into only a handful of data centers in Washington state or France. I did not like how Twitter somehow managed to become even worse in both design and basic function for who is supposed to be a casual user.

It was years where while meeting interesting people and even mutuals on it was of good time spent, the original purpose and intent of modest growth was not happening. While I knew that even 5,000+ followers simply isn't feasible or personally desired at this stage, seeing the ratio of Following to Followers move so heavily to the former it was infuriating. I was squandering the creative essence, by using its shards for posts that almost never gained traction, spent unnecessary hours following accounts that barely contained what was looked for, be it creative work, interesting insights, or even just straight-up funny posts.

If I want to continue growing the BRAND in an unoptimal way, then I want it to be on a platform that one does not have a permeating aura of vain self-deprecation and a cottage industry of clout chasing Posters that openly intended to fleece less active posters. The desire is for it to be on the Fediverse, on Pleroma, or PeerTube, the smaller internet. I want it to be on IRC, or XMPP. I want it to be with literary submissions, efforts to Various Artists compilation albums. I don't want growth determined by a glorified roulette wheel of Engagement. I don't want All-Or-Nothing.

So I made a goal: 100 followers, and then delete all posts, 50 original posts, and then delete the account. A Twitter Meltdown is made. The only way I would be willing to return is if a complete Single, and an audio commentary of whatever material was created.

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The last notable thing that happened was the release of Jumblo 2, the second in its sort of audio series. It is merely a collection of tracks made over the course of three years. Mixed feelings about it in whole. It and the previous release have an unfinished track each. What is important to resume learning a Digital Audio Workstation like Ardour or Reaper or even Renoise. With the newer changes in Linux audio coming in recent history has prospects looking brighter. 

Now to continue existing as it is.

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Thank you for reading.

Religious Hymns and The Human Streamliner

    The Writer was listening to quite a while in the category of 'Early Music', which included the hymns and songs of the early Christian churches. This is a realm of such beautiful, even awe-inspiring music they still aspire to create, despite the teachings and the worlds constructed by Christendom to have been distasteful for longer than they followed. But despite the time of then, there is still an affinity for sheet music, with a rudimentary education taught by one of the elderly church ladies. For the time she was in my world, it was one that enriched it to a deeper level than most people currently known even now.

This spree of listening had renewed a motivation to dig up the songbooks they had grown with. Looking for the previous iteration of the songbook of the church/religious organization they had grown as a family with, for they had a notable revulsion to the revisions made of 2009 and later.

Online, the organization openly displays the dozens of iterations. Sixteen multiple iterations of songs. Blood is now running colder. This is intensely upsetting to realize.

They abandoned four-part harmony in the 1980s. The excuse then during that time was done for the explicitly expressed purpose of "simplicity" or "simplifying" to make "easier to understand". The latest iteration of the collection is only 5 years ago as of now. That five years ago was the exact moment they had installed a Five Year Plan. This is why. The Soul was that unsettled by the changes made during that period of time, for this stretch was the last straw for them. Changes and overhauls were made that transformed the environment into a tacky caricature of contemporary aesthetics of the time. For as the previous stage of the organization had a few hangups for them (no piano performers, MIDI playback), it was merely a handful of steps that would have made it a nearly-graceful stability against the world's changes.

It is the research of facts like these that make the writer more a reactionary at heart.  Why was there change, from dropping of instrumental accompaniment, to MIDI playback, to prerecorded orchestrations of MP3 files, to warped cribbings from other cultures and pop music. Change almost never happens for the better. To understand that even the fleeting, minuscule kernels of enjoyment of the past were designed by committee this deeply. Words that only deserve the most frugal of respects, and to writers and creators uncredited.

You quite literally cannot go back. The quietly modest design of pale white walls, clean wooden trim, understated green benches and carpeting is gone. Everything is a flavorless muddle of brown. They managed to ruin Brown. The notes of the manychurch project need to begin writing down as soon as possible.