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I'm not in the habit of resolutions. They're usually set by people with no intention of keeping/maintaining them. I typically map goals out throughout the year anyway out of habit and work towards them.As far as not so new goals go, I do want to minimize certain things. My time spent on anti-social media, or on-line in general. I try to veer clear from Internet poisoning of my soul. While I am a technologist by skill and trade, I'm really not. I find more fulfillment in art and in writing, in literature and my environment. Politics was putrid, it splintered and divided people. Now there are two exiting camps in America: the communists/socialist far left (aka radical libs), and the ones who weren't. I was of the later group, the ones who considered themselves as being patriotic, which the left/libs despised (just as much as they did freedom and the nation that they're in). Ungrateful, spoiled rotten shits really. I wish they could be offloaded into Hong Kong, mainland China or North Korea for an extended vacation. Might give them a new appreciation for the nation (somehow I doubt it, but who knows?).I observed that I came to seriously detest the internet ecosystem, which was hostile and toxic. It was narcissistic and mean spirited, and there was an evil mindset that flourished therein. Never-mind the fact that it was a devourer of one's time and mental/emotional well-being, but also a spreader of misinformation, confusion, and even depression.I know we 'feel' like it's a good thing, and it can be when done right. Yet most people cannot handle it, they lack the discipline and personal tools to manage themselves. In a sense, it could be a wonderful ecosystem like it once was during the politically incorrect web 1.0 era. Now? It's a form of addiction and also enslavement. Self-enslavement, for we do have the option to walk away. Facebook and Twitter are influencer think tanks mass manipulating us all in how to think, act, behave, and even spend, who to vote for, all the choices you thought were your own. They want to own your ass!

A connecting principle Linked to the invisible Almost imperceptible Something inexpressible Science insusceptible Logic so inflexible Causally connectible Yet nothing is invincible-Synchronicity The PoliceYou're here, obviously reading this, wondering what this even is (or isn't).Simply it is this:25% personal blog: pictures, quotes, listicles, etc. 45% personal journal: my life, thingies that are going on, thoughts, etc. 20% writings: my writing lifeI do realize people don't actually read shit online much, myself included. So I'll try to write succinctly as I can, as often. Short attention span theater of the mind requires this of me. Yet I'm not here writing for multitudes of strangers, this is for me. Not out of my need or want, but for helping others as well as myself. Blame it on this quote that I like:

"It is presumptious to assume we can do anything to help another person and it's vulgar not to try" -Edward Dahlberg.

“We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.” ― Pascal Mercier, Night Train to LisbonHere's me flying right before the pandemic struck. And thus I got to see the city of my origin story once more before travel bans, masks, and great fear, anxiety, civil unrest, political upheaval sets in

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This is simply my bright white mindspace online, written in a way that's easily digestible. Let's face it people have short attention spans these days, I get it.

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you've been on a personal blog before I'm sure, nothing new there.

This one is a personal journal of reflection, musings, thoughts, memories, me waxing nostalgia and loving it. Guilt-free, shameless, perhaps a bit peculiar and overly wordy. Can't help that I'm a writer, I'm a wordy being by default.

Why would you/should you deign to expend any sort of quality time reading me? That's a question better left unanswered. I honestly couldn't give you any sort of mansplation. Maybe you're bored, or want to join my secret club, or subscribe to my info types. This is far more edifying for my own betterment than it is for your self-amusement, really.

as I'd already started, or tried to communicate to you this is a personal journal, with feelings & emotions sometimes (lol). Or me talking about the fun stupid shit you could hardly care about. One can only be so deep before the expiration date expires.

Whatever the reason I'm sure you'll discover it, eventually, and I hope that I've succeeded in earning your interest.

Author: Spike

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The author, spike is a half-Korean/white city boy from the north side of Chicago.

For all intents and purposes, you can refer to me as spike (online at least). Unlike Zuckerberg who thought it was a good idea, we all utilize real names in an ever-increasingly dangerous web, on an overpopulated platform that's slated to becoming the next new Myspace I disagree with such sentiments.

I'm originally from Chicago and moved to the sunny piedmont state of North Carolina in September of 2019, well before the year Covid-19 swept across the world. I'm a creative being, multi-talented and just a chillaxed city cat who isn't easily bothered by things, by life online or off. I neither think too highly of myself nor diminish myself much either. Some would say I'm a trip, others might say I'm mysterious and some obnoxious, and unintentionally hilarious/amusing/entertaining.

Whatever the case might be, I'm simply here expressing myself because I can, felt inclined to and well, when you're an exceptional professional you just don't stop.