If we're not just making content, what are we making?

My little struggle with editing text directly in Wordpress has highlighted a distaste for the term ‘content’, as in ‘content block’, and ‘content provider’. Others have also questioned this terminology. Is all this effort really just content?

But what other collective noun is there? Online platforms are in the container industry. They provide containers for other peoples' stuff. YouTube , TikTok, Instagram, Wordpress, Substack, Spotify, Etsy, Facebook Marketplace, The New York Times. They’re all containers. And what do you call the contents of a container, if not ‘content’?

The rise of neoliberal economic ideology turned everyone into a ‘customer’. It eroded all other forms and structures of personhood. It became hard to argue that you were more that just a customer, because the extra something had already been devalued.

Now, the ideology of the container economy is turning everyone into content creators, with a similar flattening impact.

So what’s the creative alternative?

Finished reading: Farsighted by Steven Johnson 📚
Wrote 17 notes in 2 hours, and enjoyed doing it by hand. Realised this book is as much about novels - especially Middlemarch - as it is about making decisions. And that a good novel is a decision-making simulator. #Zettelkasten #Notemaking

The book Farsighted by Steven Johnson sits on a wooden table top. Beside it lies spread out a group of index cards with hand-written notes.

Updating a Wordpress site this weekend felt like a chore. I really wanted to enjoy it, but the writing interface, with its content blocks, seemed to block the flow. Why is it like this? Feels like the priority is machine convenience, not the human experience. Opinions, anyone?

Yet more good vibes in Sydney: Glebe Point Road closed to traffic means it’s open for a weekend street party! Watch and learn, city authorities 🎉📷

#ReclaimTheStreets #SafeStreets #BetterStreets #Sydney

A street in Sydney is open for pedestrians  giving it a party atmosphere, without a car in sight.

Good things in Sydney, continued… the brand new accessible entrance to Redfern Station. Bollards in the foreground show Aboriginal art, recognising Redfern’s vital Indigenous culture. This needs to be more than a token move, but embedded in every Australian place. (Also… lifts!)

#Sydney

Three construction workers stand at the newly opened Southern entrance to Redfern Station in Sydney&10; Bollards in the foreground show Aboriginal art, recognising Redfern's strong Indigenous culture, politics and heritage.

Linda Burney, Minister for Indigenous Australians, at our local polling centre this morning for the #VoiceToParliament referendum. I had a few good conversations with people who hadn’t made up their mind. Whatever the result, Australia needs better ways forward to #CloseTheGap #AusPol

A rear view of Linda Burney, Minister for Indigenous Australians, as she addresses the TV camera on the morning of the referendum on an Indigenous voice to Parliament. She’s standing outside a polling place near Kamay Botany Bay

When I was a child, my mother loved nothing better than to visit ‘Bronte country ‘, or ‘Hardy’s Wessex’, or Beatrix Potter’s, Ruskin’s and Wordsworth’s houses in the Lake District.

This made a deep impression.
I still think of the world in this way: there are literary places, with gaps in between. I wonder if anyone else shares this kind of personal geography.

I’m remembering this because I finished reading: Why Women Read Fiction by Helen Taylor. 📚 This surveys the field from many angles.
I particularly liked the author’s take on literary festivals. There could even have been more on literary pilgrimages.

The only problem with 📷🎉 completing the September 2023 micro.blog photoblog challenge - 30 days of posting photos - is that by the end I kind of felt like I needed a short rest. But with normal service now resuming, I’m writing slowly again!

A cat lies curled up asleep

Currently reading: Why Women Read Fiction by Helen Taylor 📚 Bought this at the National Library bookshop. Reading it sitting in the shade of an oak tree, on the lawns by the lake. A cokatoo visits and a magpie swoops proprietarily. Spring really suits Canberra.

📷🎉 Celebrating the completion of the September 2023 micro.blog photoblog challenge. 30 days of posting photos. I’ve really enjoyed seeing how everyone else interpreted the prompts.

📷 Day 30: treasure #mbsept

The final day of the photoblog challenge, and a treasured memory of my son’s seventh birthday.

A chocolate birthday cake in the shape of a treasure chest, complete with gold coins and candles.

📷Day 29: Contrast #mbsept

The Glowworm Tunnel in the Wolgan Valley, NSW. I couldn’t see the glow worms, then realised I was still wearing my sun glasses 👓

A low-resolution, high contrast photo of the light at the end of a disused rail tunnel. At the entrance, two or three figures are barely visible.

📷 Day 28: workout (@rom) #mbsept

It might just work out, but it’ll certainly be a workout.

A sign in front of a storm channel reads : Warning - do not enter channel. There’s a diagram of a stick figure struggling in rising floodwater.

📷 Day 27: embrace (Matt, aka @mroutley) #mbsept

This pub gets a big tick! (It’s obviously the only pub in Bodalla).

A view of green paddocks and distant forested hills from the verandah of a country pub on the South coast of NSW. A sign reads: Voted best pub in Bodalla. The Australian flag flies above.

📷 Day 26: beverage (@Annie) #mbsept

Art at The National Gallery of Victoria: 100 glasses (1991-92).
glassblower: Michael Hook
engraver: Perry Fletcher.

Three hand blown glasses, engraved: yesterday, today,  tomorrow.

📷 Day 25: flare (Matthew, aka @matt17r) #mbsept
Sydney’s Darling Harbour may feel like an over-developed tourist trap, but I must admit, sometimes it really comes good.

📷 Day 24: belt (George, aka @allaboutgeorge) #mbsept

When we visited CERES in Melbourne, we also walked past this velodrome. 🚲 A bike path that goes on forever!

An outdoor velodrome in Melbourne, with an expanse of green grass in the foreground. A training cyclist is almost camouflaged by the large sign on the track: BRUNSWICK.

📷 Day 23: a day in the life #mbsept

Deeply into our residency in Portland NSW. Please come to the open rehearsal on 1 October. And you can even support this project.

Three people stand in a line in the empty power house of the Foundations, a former cement works. Sunlight through arched windows creates a halo effect around their heads.

📷 Day 22: road (Dan, aka @jomalo) #mbsept

A fire trail in the Australian bush. In the foreground, a yellow sign warns that snakes have been seen in this area.

Hairpin bends at Kamay National Park, Sydney

📷Day 21: fall #mbsept

Coat-hanger season might be my favourite time of year.

Coat-hangers are strewn about the wooden floor, with a rug in the foreground.