In search of the Holy Grail

Some of my friends install different Linux distributions and flavors more often than they brush their teeth. I'm not afflicted with this malady, only because I'm not much of a technical person. If I were, I'd be a part of that Great Conversation about the pros and cons of the latest and greatest.

As much as I hate social media, I confess, as if I were in an AA meeting, of being a hopper, skipper, and jumper from one to another Fediverse boat, all the way back to GNU Social and Friendika (note spelling), if not before, coming down to Mastodon, Hubzilla, Misskey and Firefish. I joined Twitter in 2008, left it out of disgust, returned recently, but ever so meekly, with revived hopes, albeit not high ones.

Before I saw the light, Google kicked everyone's legs out from under them by axing their latest social attempt and Facebook began limiting what my contacts could see of my posts. Slowly, the realization dawned. OK, so I'm not too bright to start with, but even a slow brain can have a synapse connect now and again.

Nostr was the latest shiny coin to come rolling along, even though the whole crypto-thing is over my head. But the decentralized star shone brightly, so in we went. Except my posts kept disappearing and nobody could or would tell me what was happening. Switch relays, one kind person said. As if I were to know which were bad and which were good. So I abandoned the idea for the time being. Maybe when the threshold lowers and the little people can just hop right in, there might be another flicker of hope renewed.

Yet here we are on Habla, attempting another stab at it (excuse the violent figure, but hey). What is this, an appeal, a complaint, a wishful thought? Take it for what it's worth to you. We take it as another trail at whose end the Holy Grail is probably not to be found.