Project 313 – Post No. 148

I’m nearing the end of my marathon Project 313 Posts creation session. It’s been a slog, I tell you what. 

I mean, I’m already thinking all the time but I’ve also had to write at the same time as I was thinking. 

Mind you, I like it. Meaning, I enjoy doing this. It’s likely of little value to others and that’s why I don’t make a living from it. Think about it . . . how many people would actually pay to read this blog? Seriously, think about it.

There’s me . . . maybe a couple of more people if the price was low enough. If I had a million readers, five dollars a year would be not too great a burden on readers. Less than 1.5¢ per day. On a per-word basis, it’s insignificant. 

But, if I only had ten readers, they’d have to pony up a $0.5B each. They’d surely have to take out a mortgage and saddle themselves with some serious loans because I don’t think the Billionaires of this world read my blog. I mean, many people do already . . . saddle themselves with serious education loans, that is. What’s an extra $0.5B of debt? 

Seriously, though . . . wouldn’t it be amazing if you got paid to do what you love? If your job was such that every day you jumped out of bed and rushed out your house all eager to get to work? 

I’ve never had such a job. Some people do, and they’re lucky. Some are not only lucky but also do quite well at it . . . because they are lucky. This is especially evident with movie stars and musicians and other people in the arts. Some scientific and medical fields are also lucrative but usually not to the level of entertainers. 

For the rest of us, jobs are the means of putting food on our tables and keeping a room over our heads and a few clothes on our backs. 

Often, jobs are either tolerable or intolerable not because of the job itself but rather because of the people we work with and/or the people we work for. 

At one point, I had the idea I could augment my income with my natural talent to irritate people. Alas, and to my shock, that’s a skill that’s not much in demand. Well, except maybe in cable news but since I stutter, the irritation I’d offer is of a different kind; one much less in demand. 

At another point, I assumed I could earn money with my photography . . . and technology promptly shot that idea down. Then, making money with my writing was in my radar . . . and the industry changed. 

No, I’m not a victim, at least not any more than all of us are victims of a changing world. 

It’s the Internet, you see. The Internet has made us all products rather than creators. What do I mean by that? Well, the Internet has trained us to believe all content and information should be free or not worth very much. You can’t make a living when no one is willing to pay for what you offer.

Who trained us, you ask? The Amazons, Googles, Facebooks, and Twitters of this world and all similar entities based on the business model of us, the users, being a commodity that can be sold, manipulated, and otherwise taken advantage of. They offered us stuff for “free” in return for our personal data and our minds.

We expect content and information to be free and are very reluctant to pay for anything because someone is always ready to give us stuff for free. I’m guilty of it myself. I don’t charge nor do I expect anything for what I do. 

In part, I have the luxury to do so because I earned my living in other ways . . . but some of what I do competes with people trying to make a living by offering similar content. Mind you, it’s not to say my content is at par with professionally produced stuff . . . but that quality difference is offset by the price; my stuff is free. 

And, I see it in myself, as well . . . I’m very reluctant to pay for stuff; I have to force myself to support sites, software, and content that I like and appreciate. I do so as an incentive to creators to provide more high-quality offerings. I pay to hopefully ensure a diversity of offerings and continued innovation in those offerings.

I’m selective, of course. I can’t possibly pay for everything . . . but I pay for things I recognize as being a significant part of my life. I would pay for Google and all the others in exchange for not being treated like a piece of meat to be packaged and sold. 

I’ve minimized my Facebook and Twitter interaction and contemplating how I might leave Google as well, or at least drastically reduce my dependence on them. Not yet, but I’m even contemplating ways I might limit my exposure to the Internet. I’ve done it with Cable News and a number of “information” sites and I’ve done it with Facebook and Twitter. I know I’m the better for it; the trick is to keep the useful stuff and jettison the fluff. 

But, that has always been the trick no matter the time of history and who we deal with. It’s just that it requires awareness and constant vigilance and most people take the easy path of just letting things roll over them. 

And now, the photo:

Project 313 148

Another version of the flower that blooms only at night.

Flowers are wonderful things. And, oftentimes, quite useful . . . 

I want to be Willy so bad sometimes . . . 

But then I take my mind off the thought by producing a . . .  Fanciful Zen Garden on Crumpled Paper.

Fanciful Zen Garden on Crumpled Paper

And . . . that’s it

Some of these posts will likely be longer as the mood hits me, but most will be thus; short, uninteresting, bland, and relentless.

You can read about Project 313 HERE.

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9 Responses to Project 313 – Post No. 148

  1. I blame e-bay. Nothing has any value anymore. People used to throw things away which meant the same stuff that was left became valuable as collectibles. Now no one throws anything away they sell it on e-bay and everything loses value. Same with the internet. Everyone is writing so talent gets submerged in a tsunami of mediocrity. I am happy of course to contribute to this tragedy of stifled creativity!

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    • disperser says:

      You discount the joy the situation brings to junk collectors and mediocre writers who can now publish their work and sell three copies. Why, I too might indulge!

      In the words of someone I know, who are we to discredit their dream of success and belief in their own magnificence?

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  2. colonialist says:

    I love the picture. I remember when as a slaving bank worker I was battling to finish my first book, or in fact make any progress. At the time I had this starry-eyed conviction that all I needed to do was this so-difficult completion exercise, and after that publishers would be rushing to my doorstep waving chequebooks and banknotes. Then I finished the book, and a number of others. The rush is a bit slow in starting.

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    • disperser says:

      Yes, a familiar tale . . . I figured that once even one person read my brilliant works, news of it would spread like wildfire through a parched landscape littered with kindling (a play on Kindle Fire, in case it’s not clear just how clever I am) and I’d be recognized for the genius that I am.

      . . . instead, I learned that six people are about the maximum size wave I can muster . . . which led me to the realization I’m too much of a genius and that it may be centuries before the emergence of a civilization sophisticated enough to recognize the true value of my work.

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      • colonialist says:

        You know, the most depressing thing of the lot is when one reads stuff by people making megabucks and has to say, with no trace of sour grapes, ‘What a lot of absolute junk!’

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      • disperser says:

        Yeah . . . but, mostly I say that because I wish I was getting megabucks for the junk I write (I was going to say “for my junk” but that has a different meaning these days).

        Also, that’s not surprising considering The Bible has sold close to 4 Billion copies and far outpaces anything else.

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    • disperser says:

      . . . sad, that . . .

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  3. True dat! And right on!…what you said about keeping the useful stuff and letting go of the fluff. Whole lotta’ fluff being shared these days.

    PHOTO: That flower is cool…kinda’ a combo of two other flowers that bloom in Spring.
    CARTOON: HA! on the squirting flower! Willy knows how to work a room! ;-) :-D
    DOODLE: I like the crumpled paper look!

    HUGS and Happy Sunny Sunday!!! :-)

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    • disperser says:

      Yeah . . . the sad part is that it all looks like fluff.

      Yep, that’s one striking flower. I may need to keep an eye on the buds so that I can get up real early in the hopes of catching one fully open. That one was already past its peak and on the way to closing and wilting away.

      . . . someday I’ll buy one of those . . . I’ll need a catheter, too . . .

      Thanks, Carolyn, and a happy weekend to you as well.

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