Netigen
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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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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
Unhealthy relationship with caffeine. An added feature of aging is wondering if a headache is from withdrawal or some kind of cancer. My right leg hurts when I rest the left across the right—am I dying? More quickly than expected, I...
A fuzzy horde of bumble flower beetles has taken up residence in our herb garden, to such an extent that Amanda has all but abandoned the area. At least these are beneficial native pollinators and the plants appear unaffected. Still,...
It’s strange to realize my father is turning 80 next month. When I was born, he was 36—making me already eight years older than he was when he became a father of two. Though I’ve come to terms with the reality that I’m unlikely ever to...
I encountered a post from Ning this week that offers a robust look at the organization system she uses to keep track of her life. I don’t mean a mere journal; this is far more comprehensive. Yet she writes, “It’s simply a matter of...
On the screen to my right, I just noticed what amounts to an advertisement for AI. Someone uploads their resumé and submits the following prompt: “Can you make a storybook for my 2- and 4-year-old daughters explaining my career in the...
I’m sitting at Kings Avenue Tattoo in Massapequa, working on these notes while Amanda gets her sleeve finished. Her artist, Jasmine Wright, is in town for the week, and honestly, this setup couldn’t be more relaxing: big comfy chair,...