Name: 'getiton' (for purposes of polyphasic reasoning)

 

        When do naïve accomplices become complicit?

 

        Now          The answer is: now. 

        Consider this . . . How might you test lowering the barrier (gate?) which has been ingrained (from before birth) to not allow yourself to consider that everything is:  I am.

        The preceding and following sentences are examples of language usage (or wordplay) to say two things at once.

        All memory-recall survival structures [MRSS] primary factory default settings:

 

                Logical thinking is that 'we are...' but, with the simplest logical reasoning, related to: If There's Two Then There's Three, et cetera (which means there can only be one) and - then . . .

 

                MRSS stumbles a bit - and, considers: ... if ... if ... the creative-partition-portion{CPP}of this MRSS (which "I" think of as the 'conscious-of-co-piloting portion' of "me") is actually the transmitter of electrical vibrating waves in the ocean of trillions of connections into the one, and ... "we" are all part of that one, ...  then ... when I make my cat purr, or you're helping someone (or anyone is "Go On-ing for themselves") every MRSS is helping every other MRSS with the simplest/hardest understanding/reasoning:  There's no we.

        The number one rule of survival, for every single-cellular-level and above [SCLAA]:

 

                In order to exist at all, every MRSS must remain out of touch with any of up-stream CPP data, to avoid learning that death is not a bad thing.

 

                To accomplish this organic programming, all CPP's (of normally functioning MRSS, in any example of a randomly selected but evolutionarily-optimal SCLAA) are hard-coded to associate death with pain, harm, sadness, and fear.

 

                Knowing to believe that it is best to avoid death is the foundation for survival.

 

                Survival permits conscious-awareness.

 

                "I am" is aware thru every MRSS (from single-celled organism to any once-or-future existing super-intelligent species, which put humans somewhere in-between).

 

                Because some MRSS's of SCLAA's might welcome (or even readily initiate?) the end of their existence-subroutine if they understood that when "their individual" awareness (or consciousness) dies, "they" are no-longer an awareness subroutine.  It's just I am.  Who (co-pilot-me thinks) of, as:  I'm.

 

        I'm is (the only thing, on?) the other side. 

 

        Please re-confirm you fully understand:

 

                The words "this side" are used, here, as a metaphor for "our individual" CPP subroutines of awareness or consciousness (which is in&ofitself, but-mere analogy) and the words "other side" are, also, a metaphor for the everything of I'm.

 

        This is a hard thing to wrap "your" (as well as "my") normal CPP and MRSS around—that after death there is nothing but upside.

 

        Conjecture this reasoning polypasicly (think on it now, and Go On thinking about it sometime later):

        1.  The I'm has difficulties thinking of itself in the third-person.

 

        2.  The mind of the person reading these words has difficulties thinking in third-person.

 

        To be 'switched on' correctly (another metaphor!) either one of—or some combination of these—are, understood to not be false (which, in this instance, is not the same as 'true'):

 

                I need to think of myself in first-person.

 

                I need to think of everything I am in third-person (omni-present and omniscient pov).

                You need to think of yourself in second person (always-listening or other-camera pov).

 

the rabbit-hole's a little deeper:

Memento Mori (from stoicism)

 

 Sisyphus (from existentialism)

Intern ... Internal ... Interesting ... Resting ... Rest

  

How do you pronounce the word pronounce?  Is your emphasis on the 'noun'?

Do questions go-in easier than statements?  Is your default-mode commands?

 

Does a furtive glance differ from a brief glimpse?  Is the 'imps' intent evident?

Consider your reaction to these sentences being read-aloud (without subtitles).

 

Creation's creator begets congregations:  Not a flaw or bug, but baked-right-in.

 

Fear, as an emotion, thrives more than pleasure, love, and happiness combined.

 

Infinite vs ceaseless—timeless vs without space—∅ space vs energy vs gravity.

 

Maximum light-speed vs maximum gravitational energy—describe black holes.

Mandatory Cat Pick - Cecil Halloween 2022

 

 

 

 

 

 

        When I Say

        'I hear you'

 I mean that  

   I hear every 

   paddle swish

       of blood as

         it sloshes 

       all syrupy, 

as well as   

   the lickslap

 eyelids make     

   when closed.

  Good thing I 

like dry food

Happy Anniversary Autumnal Harvest Halloween Night and Day of the Dead 2022

 

stick with funnybone theme:

 

half-century old story

overheard convo's are Funny

Gee-Eye-Eff ⦇3 sec × 105 hex⦈ × ⦇∞ ÷ 3¼ min ⦈ ≈ ∞

 

Pareidolia (say: pair-eye-Dole-ee-ah)

 

          About twelve months after our first symptoms of covid disappeared, we received our first of two Mrna inoculations—which should prevent serious illness from any infections we might get in the next six months or more.  Last month we received our second dose; two weeks later we spent a week on vacation and also began a new Eglaf endeavor. 

 

          I expect fewer blog posts this summer and fall during our sabbatical.  We've already become aware how to mentally improve (emotionally and philosophically).  The big question is will there be a future artwork to show for all the expansive grey matter work?  We do not know if there will be anything tangible to show for our efforts after all the outlining, scheming, and editing.  The act of improving me is the ultimate goal; creating a visible product for others to read, see, hate, or enjoy, is merely a nice trinket from my mental gift shop.

related viewing/reading:

 

Eglaf

 

NEFND

 

HEXGRID ⦇19 × 11⦈ ÷ 2 ≈ 105

Philosophical Belief Quiz

 

     This Philosophical Belief Quiz, designed by a Philosopher and a Psychologist, is intended to help you evaluate your thoughts related to a few different philosophical areas, identify any alignment with other people who've taken this quiz (both philosophers and participants) and (possibly) assist in identifying any correlation-causation between your thoughts and some of your individual psychological traits or beliefs.

more quizzes:

 

How AI savvy Are You?

A Music Playlist Keeping sAd (senility Alzheimer's dementia) Away

          This 62-song playlist is me memory-flexing and sAd combatting*—which occurred not only during the exercise of digging, stacking and bolting shiny-bits to shadow-bytes (resulting in a spiral staircase climbing thru my years) but, hopefully, re-occurs during my future listen-thru's.

          If you don't already know: my biggest fear is losing the me of my memories.  Worse, would be to not be cognizant of it happening as it's happening—to lose and never miss things that I consider intrinsic raises my hackles.  The reason this doesn't feel like an unreasonable apprehension is because my elderly female ancestors succumbed to sAd and all my male ancestors died before they were elderly (so even though I'm now officially an elder, I have no way to know if ...metaphor about shitting one's pants and wondering where's that smell coming from?...).

          I'm turning 62 years old.  With emphasis on that last word.  But.  I have an extra skip in my step (♬appy ♪ay to-me) because I'm the first in my male ancestral line to make it to gov't-bonafide old'nuff to collect monthly social security retirement benefits.    

          Since so many of my memories are nostalgically-attached to music, I set a few guidelines to make composing this playlist a challenge:

• One song—released during each year—which had a memorable impact on me.
• First priority has been given to songs listened to repeatedly during the year of their release.
• Alternatively, songs "discovered" after their release are listed in the year of their discovery.
  
• Last resort: placing a song in the year of its release when it was memorable later (e.g. 1959).
• No song for the current year (a 63-song playlist would bruise my design aesthetic). 
• Sixty-two songs / 62 different artists (solo-artists/samples, separate from their bands, allowed).
• Describe at least one memorable personal first from each year.
• Include a snippet of lyric relevant to then-me (which doesn't have to be related to the personal first).

          After the playlist was finished, I created an intermediate memory tool artwork / story-line to memorize it. 

          List to this entire playlist (4 hours 20 minutes) on YouTube by clicking the image.  Or—for those less interested in the full dose of this elderly creative philosopher's flashbacks—cherry-pick from the below titles/artists: 

1959  Theme From a Summer Place, Percy Faith Orchestra - my first year alive (no memories) this was played on family's 45rpm record player (for years) to put me to sleep

. . .

 

1960  Alley Oop, Hollywood Argyles - my first interaction with a newspaper (referred to as the Sunday Funny's in our house) I enjoy the ones that don't require words to understand

he lived a long time ago

 

1961  The Lion Sleeps Tonight (Wimoweh), The Tokens - my first "I understand all the words" non-nursery rhyme song (not easy replacing the itisy bitsy spider)

in the jungle ... near the village ... hush my darling

 

1962  Loco-motion, Little Eva - my first car trips; car seats don't exist so I stand between the seats on 'the hump' (in the backseat) and my new-born infant sister (Nanett) is held in someone's arms

my little baby sister can do it with me

 

1963  Dominique, Soeur Sourire - my first awareness of foreign countries and different languages, which I learn to translate (poorly) in high-school freshman French class (ten years later)

s'en allait tout simplement (over the land, he simply went or went simply)

1964  You Really Got Me, The Kinks - my first sleepwalking nightmare (a giant clown swinging in the leafless trees behind my house like they are the jungle-gym monkey bars on the playground)

you got me so I can't sleep at night

 

1965  King of the Road, Roger Miller - my first trip by passenger train (sleeper-compartment Massachusetts to Iowa and back, with my mother and three-year-old sister)

 third boxcar, midnight train

1966  Nowhere Man, The Beatles - my first moves; new schools, and new friends are disappearing faster than my baby teeth; new step-dad (three different schools and four different houses this year)

knows not where he's going to

1967  Windy, The Association - my first visit to a big city (Chicago, 'the windy city') this song played in heavy rotation on the radio (communal pickle barrel restaurant; dinner with step-dad's friends; their petulant child's name: Wendy)

who's reachin out to capture a moment

1968  Spooky, Classic IV - my first pet hamster, which I named Spooky [given to me, dead, on xmas eve by my parents; it's replacement was Spooky II (Spooky VI died in 1979) my parents were not intending to teach me Memento Mori, at 10]

just like a ghost, you've been a hauntin

 

1969  Thank You (Falettinme Be Mice Elf Agin), Sly & The Family Stone - [my first Mondegreen] my first crush (Janice Brailer, not her twin Janet) and I listened to this song at my first spin-the-bottle party

thank you for the party but I could never stay 

 

1970  No Sugar Tonight/New Mother Nature, Guess Who - my first awareness that adults were incompetent hypocrites unaware they're terrible at raising children (the call's coming from inside the house)

lonely feeling, deep inside; find a corner, where I can hide

 

1971  Changes, David Bowie - my first after school job ($1.25 hr) and my first overt disregard for adults 

So I turned myself to face me (turn and face the strange) ... don't wanna be a richer man

 

1972  Father and Son, Cat Stevens - my first artworks are created (stones glued and painted to look like people)

you're still young (that's your fault) ... I am old, but I'm happy ... think a lot ... your dreams may not

 

1973  Jenny, Chicago - my first verbal and physical abuse / assault (beat-up by my summer-job manager)

sad but true, z' always someone waiting just ta shit on you

1974  Seagull, Bad Company - my first rejection (of many) from girls I ask to "go out with me"

fly all around 'til somebody shoots you down

1975  Letting Go, Paul McCartney/Wings - my first kiss after a date (in my parent's car, in her driveway)

ahh, she tastes like wine, she's human bein so devine

 

1976  Livin Thing, Electric Light Orchestra - my first sexual encounter (oral, in a rented canoe)

sailin away on the crest of a wave ... slippin an slidin (it's a givin thing) floating downstream

 

1977  Never Going Back Again, Fleetwood Mac - my first serious alcohol poisoning (two-day hangover)

been down one time, been down two time

 

1978  Peg, Steely Dan - my first discovery of what became a life-long passion (double-feature art films)

it will all come back to you; it's your favorite foreign movie

 

1979  Pop Muzik, M - my first cat (white with spots of caramel-orange, named Popcorn, nicknamed him 'Pop') and my first college law class (based on my awareness that I probably won't be able to feed myself with an art degree)

wanna be a gun slinger, don't be a rock singer, eanie meany miny mo

 

1980  Emotional Rescue, Rolling Stones - my first art gallery show (UW-Milwaukee student show)

promises were never made to keep

 

1981  ABACAB, Genesis - my first co-habitation, first marriage (immediately followed by my first pregnancy)

think I'm to blame? (you want it - you got it) or reflection of someone else's name

 

1982  Shock the Monkey, Peter Gabriel - my first child is born (my son, Bram, was such a beautiful purple)

there is one thing you must be sure of, I can't take any more

 

1983  True, Spandau Ballet - my first overseas assignment (18 months in Korea)

always in time, but never in line for dreams

 

1984  Hold Me Now, Thompson Twins - my first breakup (and first failed marriage counseling and first amicable divorce)

look at our life now, we're tattered and torn; we fuss and we fight and delight in the tears

 

1985  Something About You, Level 42 - my first illicit affair (fraternizing with a junior soldier was forbidden)

making mistakes is a part of life's imperfections ... is it so wrong to be human

 

1986  Holding Back the Years, Simply Red - my first adrenaline fueled chase, while driving a military police sedan (eventually caught the stolen TransAm after 35+ miles; driver ran into a Georgia forest swamp and got away)

I'll keep holdin on, I'll keep holdin on

 

1987  Rhythm of Love, Yes - my first assignment as an undercover investigator (black-market and drug suppression team) and my initial advanced-training application was rejected (for Apprentice CID Agent school)

innocence no answer ... in this situation: I have found you in

 

1988  Orange Crush, REM - my first physical signs of mental stress/anxiety (back muscle seizure / heart palpitations / arrhythmia / incapacitating migraine / one mini-stroke)

I've had my fun and now it's time to serve your conscience overseas

 

1989  She Drives Me Crazy, Fine Young Cannibals - my first calculated insubordination (my letter to the MG) and my subsequent first opportunity to witness a miracle (BFR)

waitin round's killin me (runnin out of time) things go wrong, they always do

 

1990  The Power, SNAP! - my first foam-art sculpture (fade to black) and my first art commission

sgettin'sgettin'sgettin'sgettin kinda hectic

 

1991  Crazy, Seal - my first too-odd-for-words investigation (false rape allegation which hinged on a coincidence)

but we're never gonna survive unless we get a little ... crazy

 

1992  Walking on Broken Glass, Annie Lennox - my first assignments travelling* throughout Europe as a protective service agent (bodyguard for NATO commander in 20+ countries)

know that I might bleed ... nothing left to fear ... doing really well my dear

 

1993  Cose Della Vita, Eros Ramazzotti (Italian: the matters of life) - my first recognition of favorite cities and places to visit (Musée d'Orsay in Paris; as well as Florence, Venice, Siena, Naples and smaller cities throughout Italy)

all the memories we’ve had ... I want to remember, I can never forget

 

1994  Your Ghost, Kirsten Hersh/Michael Stipe - my first offensive driving course (Nürburgring, DE)

i-think-last-night-you were driving circles around me

 

1995  Carnival, Natalie Merchant - my first career self-sabotage [Although I hated being a protective service agent (labelled* babysitting grown-ass adults by a co-worker) I loved the travel; I decide to return to criminal investigation supervision]

have I been blind-have I been lost-inside myself and my own mind   

 

1996  Real World, Matchbox 20 - my first assignment as a unit commander (Special Agent in Charge)

well I'd shout out ... boy don't make me wanna change my - tone 

 

1997  A Long December, Counting Crows - my first scuba diving (open water PADI certification, obtained during a winter vacation in Negril, Jamaica)

it's been so long since I've seen the ocean - guess I should  

 

1998  One Week, Barenaked Ladies - my first awareness of the term Asperger's (although I realized how much it fit me, it would be many years before I admitted it to myself and still more before I talked about it openly)

I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve

 

1999  Praise You, Fatboy Slim - my first significant family (genetic?) poor-health confirmations (my father, Leverett, dies at age 60 and my maternal grandmother is diagnosed with Alzheimer's at age 80)  

we've come a long, long way together; through the hard times, and the good

 

2000  Dreaming, BT/Kirsty Hawkshaw - my first success at lucid dreaming accompanied my first long-form-scribble pen/ink drawing (full drawing)

 walk with me, the future's at hand ... one taste is never enough

 

2001  Breathe, Télépopmusik/Angela McCluskey - my first danger-pay deployment "NATO peace keeping" assignment (7 days-a-week for seven months; Ops Officer Kosovo/Macedonia)

another day ... I'm used to it by now, I'm used to it by now

 

2002  No Children, The Mountain Goats - my first contested divorce (and my first military pension check)

I hope I lie: and tell everyone you were a good wife

 

2003  Brimful of Asha, Cornershop (Norman Cook Remix) - my first online dating foray (U-date) eventually results in a successful partnership (eighteen years later and there aren't sufficient words of praise)

she's the one that keeps the dream alive, from the morning past the evening to the end of the light

 

2004  Float On, Modest Mouse - my first serious car accident (SUV flipped end-over-end, at highway speed, during a massive Arizona hail storm) which became my first blog post on s n a p p e r h e a d (my first blog)

bad news comes, don't-you-worry, even when it - lands

 

2005  Feel Good Inc, Gorillaz - my first digitally rendered artwork (sarah in the pity - based on, and derived from, my significant other who consistently seems to be incessantly imbued with unforeseen unplanned serendipitous events)

got a new horizon, it's ephemeral style 

2006  Crazy, Gnarls Barkley - my first visit to Manitoba, Yellowstone, Glacier and Grand Tetons (grizzly bears, elk, owl, red fox, bison, black bears, bald eagle, moose, wolf)

having the time of your life ... no coincidence I've come (I can die when I'm done) 

 

2007  Kashmir, Led Zeppelin - my first "I would have paid $1000 for a ticket" event (London benefit concert with John Bonham's son, Jason, on drums) because Zep is the only band I regret not seeing when I had the chance

 traveler of both time and space to be where I have been ... across the sea of years

 

2008  Handlebars, Flobots - my first recognition of the world-impacting importance of a US presidential election (Obama-Biden vs McCain-Palin—after the Bush wars—who was president, now, had significance)

the strings that control the system ... end the planet in a holocaust

 

2009  I Remember, deadmau5 and Kaskade - my first santacon (the dichotomy of making fresh memories while drenching brain cells in alcohol . . . I will always remember the four rules of santa rampage!)

 feeling the past moving in ... hold to the time that you know ... add to the memory you keep

  

2010  Cantaloop (Flip Fantasia), Us3 - my first time to play disc golf at a professional course (Horning's Hideout)

drip-trip, flip fantasia ... you move your feet (biddy biddy bop)

 

2011  Pop Culture, Madeon - my first favorite mashup song (the dance video with Nathan Barnatt is priceless)

hole in the world ... time goes by, so slowly, time goes, time goes, time goes by 

 

2012  Simple Math, Manchester Orchestra - my first philosophy readings become studies; this song (and video) best capture my brain's struggles and its failure to comprehend what it's choosing to focus on.

what if I was wrong and started trying to fix it? ... been trying to get to where we’ve always been?

2013  Mash Machine, FAROFF - my first 700+ days of continual work finally finished (beginning in 2011 I/we delivered newspapers a few hours every morning; 7 days a week, with no days off, for almost two years)

I ain't happy ... days destroys the night ... kickin your can all over the place

 

2014  Would You...?, Touch and Go - my first wedding/honeymoon done the right way (two bands, belly/hula/burlesque dancers, a DJ; pot-luck/open bar; two weeks: beach cabin then ocean resort then mountain resort, hot tubs & fireplaces)

Ahmm...

 

2015  Lone Digger, Caravan Place - my first custom-ordered-from-the-factory automobile (matte grey/black cabriolet smart with all the baby-booty-bells and mini-crackerjack-box-whistles; with 7 speakers it's a rolling stereo)

baby can you move it round the rhythm cause you know we're living in the fast lane (speed up)

2016  Human, Rag'n'Bone Man - my first donation to a presidential campaign (others failed to Feel the Bern) and my first smart car road-trip (with my cat, Cecil; 5000 miles) and first reconnoiter-vacation (to Vermont)

don't ask my opinion, don't ask me to lie (don't put the blame on me) 

2017  Believer, Imagine Dragons - my first full solar eclipse experience, first extremely low spring tide, and my first volunteer "work" (in the Oregon Humane Society's cattery section)

First things first: Imma say all the words inside my head ... write down my poems for the few

2018  Hey Soul Sister, Train - my first permanent estraingement from my sister (Kim) after she revealed her covert narcissism following the death of my friend Carol (who also had Asperger's; this was Carol's favorite song)

you have a one-track mind, like me ... you see, I can be myself now finally

 

2019  Finally Moving, Pretty Lights (Etta James) - my first "blind move" (no: local place, friends/family or employment; two cars, two cats, Oregon-to-Vermont) and my first meeting with my two sons (Bram and Ian)

oh sometimes, I get a good feeling - yeah 

 

2020  Bad Guy, Billie Eilish - my first intentionally rude verbal altercation with a supervisor (as a US Census Bureau clerk, I asked one why he was being a fuckin asshole, told another she was a terrible supervisor)

 I do, what I want, when I'm wanting to ... so cynical ... (duh)

 

  * I don't want this groove to ever end (by LTJ Xperience) - this 63^rd song is my first intentional lie [mandatory because Rob Gordon (quoted below from the film rather than the show) and it was rch-close to being 420!  So this eerily appropriate 8 minute song-with-a-perfect-title added the correct ending emotional tone and the correct running time.] . . . oh, yea: asterisked words are spelled the correct British way (combatting with a single 't' sounds-to-my-eye like com-bate-ing; labeling—single l—also sexual, too close to labial; and travelling with one 'l'?  It's just bloody jarring in'it?)

 the making of a good compilation tape is a very subtle art

similar listening/watching:

 

sAd story origin

 

re-collecting 👍👎 parts 1 - 4

 

30-song playlist catagories

 

critique of 100 films

How AI-savvy are you? (a quiz)

          This 21 question test (which feels much longer) is geared to make you zoom into your current eye-or-ear input—compare that with previous empirically saved data (your memories) and make a choice based on fuzzy-biased-preconceptions and supposition.  Your multiple-choice answer (or you can fill in the blank if you wanna) will most-likely make you glitch.

 

          I scored an 11.  Grading on the curve, 52% is better than average.  If this article is right, the best score so far is a 13 (62%).  Napkin math: 13+ gets an A, 11-12 gets a B, 9-10 are C's, 7-8 are D's and 6 and below are F's.

 

 

more hypertext effluvium:

 

example of a program altering artwork

example of humans talking with an Amazonian God

 

example of a meme made by a human (me)

Gerund and Verbina [verb ending in ing, becoming a noun]

 

 

Gerund struggles finding sufficient kindling

Verbina kindles almost every stick she finds

 

I hate scavenging and camping says Gerund

I scavenge and camp for fun, boasts Verbina

 

Murdering and dismembering is outdoor fun!

Did ending-ing murder and dismember me?

Exercising his rights, Gerund remains mute

Verbina exercises a revenge plot—but it fails

Gerund tried hanging, poisoning and slicing

his wrists; succeeding, eventually, by falling

 

Verbina hung around a morgue, got sliced in

an autopsy and jumped into a cremation urn

 

more memes / poems:

 

burlington's signs

know it when you see it

 

jolly bernie

Bernie Jolly Roger

 

          This is my contribution to the Internet's meme of the week.  You can now put Bernie with his bespoke mittens in front of your house using google maps.  There's an ever-growing list of him in hundreds of different locations and artwork, and, now he's the less-than-jolly roger.

Vote Out The Imposter Among Us

  

 

continue more comics:

  

Anatomical Doll - strip

 

black & white - convention

 

stimulus money - explained

 

"Cut out" a "paper" snowflake (2020 edition)

 

 

 

 

previous flakes:

2008

2011

early 2012

late 2012

2013

Meditate on the Fractal and Remain Aware of Infinity while You Don't

A Flatter Curve Means...

• People not wearing a mask or social distancing (until 2021 or 2022) are more-than-probably narcissists, sociopaths, or fools.

• In the narcissistic sociopath's mind, everyone else is either insignificant or unimportant; their dysfunction causes them to only focus on their own convenience and comfort.  It's uncomfortable to breathe your own exhale.  It's inconvenient to maintain awareness in order to keep your distance.

• Psychopaths try to blend in, so they'll not be as easy to spot.

• Governments have begun to loosen restrictions because their hospitals are below capacity.

• Fools take this to mean: "it's all clear, we can go about our normal lives."

• Narcissistic sociopaths never wore masks or kept a distance.  They are just glad to be able to blend in with the fools now.

• Doctors and historians say this will not go away until at least 80% of the entire population contracts it (if antibodies prevent re-infection, which is still unproven).

• I had it and don't want it again.  I (and scientists) don't know if I'm still contagious.  I still wear a mask and keep a distance because empathy causes me to not prioritize my comfort and convenience over other people's life. 

continue covid19 creations:

on contracting it April 2020
re-contracting it June 2020

Kōan

Haiku 俳句
another haiku

Artwork

sociopaths infecting intentionally

narcissistic sociopath's behavior (besides no mask)

SQUARESPACE Business Model: Kill Golden Geese Daily

          See those metaphorical tight little spaces inside the adjacent squarespace logo?  Like entering an IKEA store, you are not supposed to be able to find what you are looking for—or get out—in a simple, end-user-familiar manner.  Their business model appears to be (from a month of personal experience):

• Impress geese (who have an ability to lay small golden eggs for life) with high-end ubiquitous marketing and impressively up-to-date, shiny, shit.
• Kill geese while removing gold egg.
• Discard goose carcass. 
• Wash hands.
• Rinse.
• Repeat.

          This year, I began to move this blog to a modern pay site.  In the (near? not-so near?) future, I will "go live" on snapperhead.space which was, obviously, only available at squarespace dot com.  For one more tiny golden egg, I can transfer this domain to a different host.  Yes, squarespace, you may consider that a threat.

          I sent squarespace this email and have not received a response.

          Want to know why some fantastic computer games fail?  Because their designers are “too innovative.”  This is a lesson you at squarespace need to heed.  I am three steps away from taking my sites to a more user-friendly home and requesting a refund for my year (before ever going live).

          I just spent ten minutes trying to FIND OUT HOW to change my credit card info (my old card got hacked the day I used it to pay for squarespace - just a correlation, not a causation).  It is not under my Profile; Accounts & Security.  Also, there's no explanation where to find it at Accounts & Security.

          I feel, at this point, you—squarespace-email-reader/responder—might need to have this explanation provided, because you are stuck in your paradigm - and you think “your way is a better way”.  Every other company, which I pay a subscription to, puts payment in a prominent place in my account or profile - or - they tell you where it is placed.  You hide yours.

          Related:  Your FAQ works fine.  Type update credit card; answer is available.

          Related:  Your CONTACT US works like a computer game that wants to test your temerity and willingness to solve the puzzle.  It took me another ten minutes to find a way to send you this email.

          The end of every subject tree ended with another branch of sentences, and a “Do you still want to contact us?  take a screenshot and ...”   WTF squarespace - you need to get out of your own way.

          All this does is tell me you hate emails from customers.  You despise reading complaints.  And, you do not intend to ever peek out at what the industry is doing differently / more efficiently / gaining customer satisfaction better at, than you.

          You need to hire “secret shopper type” users to crawl around inside your over-designed sleek and impressive rabbits warren of a site and make things better or you are going to lose to Wix or Wave or whatever other new site is making things fun and simple, instead of more complicated, on the user end.

          -Veach Glines

I am not surprised they did not respond.  Are you?