The word curation was incredibly trendy —for an internet heartbeat— and then it became cool so the hipsters had to start making fun of it (hey, I’m not denying free will, just pointing out tribes will follow their defined behaviours). I’d like to say curation as a word used on the internet is now in a post-hipster phase. The problem with post-hipster goods, is that they are blemished/soiled; there remains a nasty aftertaste, akin to dehydrated coffee breath. Even when you brush it out, the memory and dehydration remains for a time. Mending this is impossible(?), or at least there will always be left a poisoning memento.

Upon dwelling upon this thought, I thought, what could I cough, curate, cough, cough. Keen to write and share, nay, curate (say yes), more regularly (yes) without sacrificing quality (yes) or copying (oh) a very well-known format and being a poor man’s n-1 (no), e.g., Marks could cruelly be called a poor man’s Gruber1.

By your powers combined a lack of broad, new exploration around the web in my recent years, I am Captain Planet! I awake from a mossy, foggy slumber, drowning. Drowing in a harsh, jagged, isolated rock-pool full of stagnanting green-brown seawater and not much else, to start the following weekly series of posts: Links. In common with Terpstra’s Web Excursions Series will be the fact it is weekly, and have the category Links. From there I diverge.

Each weekly post will have an introduction to contexturalise, which composes my thoughts peppered with links; then the links section, which will compose links peppered with my thoughts.

Simple as. Oh, and weekly does not always in this case mean I will do this for every week! What it means is that these are links I found throughout the titular week. But as it sounds like amazing fun, I just might manage about every week. How hard can it be to dig through my history [ed - haha, you have a filthy mind reader] and post regularly the most interesting things I find on the web, when I am on a horizon expanding mission? Yes, this shall be curated by me, to me, to me, to you. Diary, history, knowledge and gout-inducingly rich (or not), I hope you’ll find it delectable.

It’s a bit of a self-fulfilling prophecy (or not), like De Gaulle’s guilt complex (as discussed in an early episode of The Iron Triangle Podcast), where if I am only fishing in my stagnant rock-pool (that I was, if you’ll remember only until recently still drowning in), the results will not be good.

I’ve already trawled Week 46, and the results are all from the rock-pool, so I’ll spare you the rancid limpets and rotting fish flesh and get out to sea. The best way to keep abreast is to use an RSS service such as Google Reader (format agnostic) which I’d personally recommend Apple users combine with the beautiful the excellent application Reeder (Mac & iOS) to subscribe to my RSS feed.

  1. Comparing the two is ludicrous. Though they both sometimes hit the same ball/ripe melon/frenemy/tech journtalist/blogger with their bats, their personalties diverge where their opinions may be analogous. One is not, I feel, a derivative of the other. The bats are different. The swing is different. The backstory is different. It’s a Cinderella Story. ↩

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