Netigen
Courtney
These are dispatches from the in-between, where memories shimmer and fade like half-forgotten dreams. Here, in the space between yesterday and tomorrow, I try to make sense of it all. Don’t expect grand pronouncements or universal truths, just the quiet reflections of a nobody—me. And if you’re curious about netigen, well, let’s just say it’s a relic of a much younger, even less imaginative self. Welcome.
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You’ll find me suspended in the pause between heartbeats and the beat of a worn drum. Searching for what was sacrificed to reach the complacency of tomorrow, to recollect the fragments of a youth spent wanting, yielding the better parts of myself in service of all I thought I needed to be. I’ve become that which...
I managed twenty-eight weeks of notes until the habit crumbled in early October. Ever since, I’ve felt an urge to begin again, a missed opportunity slipping from my grasp, yet a call I’ve chosen to ignore. Mounting frustration made it ever easier to find distractions elsewhere. How is it already December? Perhaps...
There’s something exhilarating about taking a shower and stepping out into the city, a light breeze whipping through your damp hair. You’re coming down from a weightlifting session—a disappointing one—but the subsequent shower has lifted your spirits, left you breathing a bit more clearly, your skin awash in...
Life, Work et al This week has been a stress-fueled blur, with the end-of-quarter rush engulfing my attention. Every waking moment has felt torn between competing demands, and the line between home and work has all but dissolved. I’ve spent most of my time navigating an endless back-and-forth in code reviews on two...
I got to a point where I considered just skipping the whole week, or maybe posting a bare-bones update about giving myself grace when I couldn’t muster the energy to sit here, to think through these notes. Well, it turns out I’m unwilling to follow through, so here goes: probably shorter than usual, but enough to...
The United States was founded on political violence and has been further forged by its flames throughout our history. To appeal to our better virtues and to hope for a brighter future is admirable, but cognitive dissonance is a deceptively sweet fruit, nurtured by the blood and tears of those who suffer under the...
Must blogging be lonely? Must an author allow comments to meet some imagined framework? Does there need to be anything more than a space in which you share thoughts? The answer is no, not at all. What value is gained from blind adherence to arbitrary boundaries imposed by others? Your site can be a digital home, a...
Despite my best efforts, notification culture still permeates through every facet of my life. What we call “asynchronous” communication rarely is, not when the pull to react is immediate and insistent. From work, I’ve trained myself to send an acknowledgment first, a kind of placeholder reply, just so no one is ever...
The following was originally posted as the 105th edition of Manu’s “People and Blogs” series. 1) Let’s start from the basics: can you introduce yourself? Hi, my name is Courtney. I’m a cishet white man and a perpetually tired netizen, a descriptor I’m confident hasn’t been used unironically in decades. While I don’t...
The routine and the ritual carried me through, but the week itself was a soft blur—not the kind marked by good times or fond memories, but of unexpected friction and disappointment. Work pressed hard, a tangle of concurrent deadlines looming before month’s end. It meant several late evenings at the office, nothing...
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