If you’ve been keeping up with the web at all in the past two years, you’re no doubt at least somewhat familiar with the terms “Mastodon,” “Diaspora,” or “federated social.” Extratone readers may remember my interview with Eugen Rochko last April — the day when his federated social “clone” made its way around the front pages of the major technology and tech media websites. Though the piece itself was designed and written quite disastrously (genuinely sorry about that — it was easy for me to get carried away when I had no idea what I was carrying,) Eugen is a great communicator of his ideal, which you’ll find to be as aligned with a FOSS future as you’d think it would be.
I signed up for mastodon.social in the February of last year, yet I suppose year sof o find myself going back to Twitter looking for what I only get on Mastodon, these days: diverse, sincere, talented, and extremely curious users from all over the world backed and deeply co-habitated with an inclusive developer culture filled with smart problem solvers who just want to contribute something grand. It’s not exactly easy, yet instances and variations on the ActivityHub project, itself have begun springing up at a pace I can’t keep up with. There’s the open-source federated blogging CMS Plume, along with the gorgeous and very promising Instagram-esque PixelFed. Additionally, Diaspora is gorgeous and fully-functional now.
horns down June's gulley were the Wicca of my little abdomen, predominant of age
ever I dreaded the wait's weight so crushing on that island of a lot that is really amany, but my memory…
how many times would little me imagine me now, remembering?
how would we - before the gulley - become so bleak as to miss completely the words spoken to stay so long?
the fear of impermanence the visceral reality the simple notion:
nothing is forever nor can it be nor should it
clever in sharp through it all my holy communion my reference tradition now sometimes witnessed and lamented if only all these had been told shut out! shut up! just listen
my companion met me two nights in a row in front of the Heidelberg and said twice she loves me and of course it's like me to begin to read in but when nobody else does, she loves me I don't quite note his particular personification
more impressively trained, definitively with a stack of charts – some his – on his noggin but when he'd finally play, I'd pity because he must ask first and his fingers are well-read but they must ask first and every little passerby draws away his eye so delicate, his attention for she that loves him