happy_birthday_blather past thanks for still being here. 230818 ... raze pretty crazy to think that blue is a quarter of a century old today, and red is twenty-two and a half. i think these spaces are now more wizened than most of us were when we found them. they're both old enough to drive, drink, vote, and get arrested anywhere in the world. 230818 ... Soma so you're an August birthday too, huh? 240818 ... epitome of incomprehensibility I like how this lined up in the three_words - I know it did last year, too, but I'd forgotten. Happy birthday, blather! Long may you thrive! 240818 ... ovenbird Blather Blue turns twenty-eight today. The older sibling to this red place. Home to the first experimental musings of minds lost to time and indifference. That ocean of words is not a home to me, but it is a place I visit sometimes, just to stand on the shore and marvel at the origins of a world that has come to mean so much. It’s cold there now, in the ruins of Blue, or at least it feels that way to one who never slept in a room papered in forget-me-nots and delphinium. And while Blue doesn’t speak to me the way Red does, with its twists of serendipitous metaphor, I’m grateful for the persistence of its floundering body. There is no Red without Blue. There is no future without the past. Blue is a historical document that is worth preserving. It still flickers with bioluminescence, brief blips of language and the ramblings of bots that have evaded its defenses. There are holdouts there too, as there are here, but no new life, not for ages. The today column on blue currently reads: we_fucked_up time. And, you know, that’s something worth celebrating. Blather, in its essence, disrupts the linear flow of time by letting everything exist all at once, in perpetuity. It collapses time, makes the past a living thing, allows us to speak to ghosts. It’s strange and magical and alluring. And what digital experiments, born in the watery days of the early internet, are still unfolding? Not many. But here we are, feeding our words to Blue’s sibling, still giving shape to the land, building our monuments to the pulsing insistence of our own humanity. Happy birthday Blue. And thanks for everything. 260818 what's it to you? who go blather from