I’ve done something in the last few days that I’m not very proud of. But it was something I had to do, that several people suggested I do, that I didn’t even need that they suggested I do, but so I did. I activated an account on Instagram.
I don’t have a Meta account, but I do have a WhatsApp account, which is practically mandatory in Italy. It’s a cancer that will be very difficult to eradicate. I don’t use Meta accounts by choice because I don’t use social networks, and because I care about my privacy, and because I prefer this blog to be the place where all my content resides. Things already said.
I’ve been using Fastmail for almost a year as an email server and client. I have already written about it, and I’m more than satisfied. This year, the service turns 25 years old, and I celebrate it by quoting Rob Mueller and Bron Gondwana (respectively CTO and CEO) about email as the first social network.
Because I’m selling my first bike, I signed-up on Facebook with a temporary account1. I lost some familiar with the tool — which I don’t use for at least ten years — and had registered to several groups because I needed to spam for my Marketplace announcement.
I appreciate Micro.blog platform and their created community. I thought several times about opening an account because the idea to join to the Fediverse with my blog intrigues me. Moreover, I found it a good place to embrace the magic blogging world for those that haven’t the right nerdy nature to open a website himself. But I gave up because their mission scared me.