now
- building this site into a switchboard (links + logs + projects)
- reading: Pynchon / postmodern systems / whatever bites
- tuning: shell + editor + tiny tools that reduce friction
Update this block whenever you feel like the page should breathe.
A chic glitch-lit switchboard for notes, maps, readings, and small conspiracies. (Some of them true.)
Tip: if this page feels too bright, you’re reading it correctly.
I’m jmay — writer-brain, systems-brain, and a collector of sentences. This tilde corner is a small web habitat: reading logs, micro-essays, map-notes, and experiments that prefer handbuilt surfaces to algorithmic feedwater.
Aesthetic commitments: dusk neon, clean typography, deliberate noise, and the occasional footnote that becomes a hallway.
Update this block whenever you feel like the page should breathe.
Add entries as short as one line. Make it easy to keep alive.
A page that behaves like a novel appendix: recursive notes, cross-links, references to references. A living IJ homage.
Goal: 50 footnotes that are each their own doorway.
A “who’s watching whom” diagram: surveillance aesthetics, corporate fog, and clean graph-like navigation. Chic paranoia.
Goal: a hyperlinked index of motifs + scenes (no spoilers).
A cartographic cabinet: rivers (literal and metaphorical), memory channels, and the sense that geography is a kind of narrative engine.
Goal: one annotated “river note” per week.
(Add a “friends” section as you meet people on IRC and start surfing other ~pages.)
Best: IRC rusted. Also: leave a note on bbj if you’re local to tilde.club.
Host: tilde.club. Home: /home/jmay. Web root: ~/public_html.