Ephemeral @tychi@smallcamp.art

An #introduction.

I am @tychi. An internet artist.

I enjoy emerging mediums, which practically means i'm an technologist and anything that can evoke human emotion from a digital signal is my instrument.

My latest project is https://sillyz.computer. There's not much there, besides Silly, the keyboard kid and the private journals available on every 404 page.

I've built two tools for building my web things https://cutestrap.com and https://thelanding.page/tag. Some people think they're cool, which is nice, but they're mostly for me so it really doesn't matter what anyone else thinks-- but I share them publicly so anyone can benefit from my progress.

Lately, I've been trying to learn formal programming methodologies less and music more. I've got hyperhidrosis which leads to playing music in live environments frustrating at best and impossible at worst-- so i've taken to synthetic instruments.

Ultimately, I would like to make indie games. I love that the medium encompasses so many disciplines into a single neat package. Writing, composing, illustrating, animating, programming all create beautiful simulations of worlds unfathomable.

But first, I'm surviving our collective dystopia-- participating in the fine balancing act of procuring food and shelter against satisfying the desires of our hearts.

@meduz @celia

i am ephemeral with the knowledge that my mind might change tomorrow and whatever i posted yesterday on the internet is archived eternally but may or may not be a reflection of who i am today.

after over a year on the fediverse, i think i've figured out what this is and where we are.

this is where people are either indepedent artists exploring their digital identities freely without compromise or

the platform of the commons for people that were banned or scorned by other platforms for whatever reason.

it's possible to be both, but i don't think it is possible to be neither. it's possible to spectrum on either axis.

in this year, i've found myself to be more drawn to the artists and and repelled by the soldiers. i've exhibited traits from every different angle. i know i was angry and bitter for a while. like. i was never not spiteful on the internet until like super recently.

i'm getting better every day.

if you post things you enjoy on the internet, thank you.

if you post things you hate, get help.

@tindall I think a lot about all the friends I've lost due to decisions made in conference rooms by people looking at charts trying to get promotions.

Self Portrait of myself.

Unlike most self portraits, I am flashing two peace signs.

This was taken today on a Fujifilm Finepix JX on a tripod with a 10 second timer, double exposure. one with flash and one without.

This is the version with flash, so my skin is a little over exposed. So like, hella white. My blue eyes pop against the contrast.

My smirk covers my teeth, my biggest insecurity.

I'm wearing a snapback hat backwards, my hair flowing out from underneath.

My 80s style wristwatch peeks out from under the left sleeve of a sweatshirt of Atari's Missle Command arcade game.

A table is behind me, with a bubble maker and bubbles on top with a cooler below it.

I'm squatting for no other reason than not being quite sure where the frame began and ended.

The photo was taken to test lighting conditions for a family photo.

One and done, but I really like my style. I wear the watch every day. I regularly wear the sweatshirt...

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the first time i ever saw porn was in 1998 at age 9. Prescott and I were playing on the computer and his dad fell asleep on the couch. we were guessing random urls and went to mygirl dot com.

i don't think it was so much of an erection as it was having the wind knocked out of me. i ran to the bathroom and sat on the toilet thinking i needed to shit.

my feelings subsided. i came out and he apologized for what we saw and showed me how he deleted it so we wouldn't get in trouble.

i was embarrassed and over the years we slowly lost touch. i never forgot our tricks.

Prescott last wrote if he drank one more time he'd seek professional help. he got drunk, went kayaking, and drowned at sea in his early twenties.

i should have been there for him. my interpretation of religion was weird. my mom wouldn't get divorced until after this guy cheated for the sixth time for similar religous reasons.

i don't know if it was the lying, the stealing, the cheating, her aborting his child, or me swearing on the bible at age 13. but she got out.

i knew that porn wasn't mine. i knew how to delete it. also, the content didn't add up. my searches were for like "boobs" or "playboy", when this history was like "teen girls" something or other.

i didn't realize the gravity then as I understand it now. i can't imagine that man still in our lives with any authority for a goddamn second.

while many from my former congregations must be celebrating heartily today, I mourn with all the women and children of this world trapped in religions and societies to be oppressed by men.

2/2

I was almost aborted. My parents went to a clinic and went home, changing their mind before the door.

They never wed, split before I was two. I'd head to my dad's on the weekends and my mom's on the weekdays.

My mom married when I was 6. He treated me okay, but he didn't treat her well.

We were always struggling. I do remember him stealing money from me and that hiding my money in different places in my room so if he'd found one he'd leave the rest alone turned out to be a not normal way to live life.

I'd go to my dad's and they had it all. nothing i owned ever got lost or stolen in that house. there was a pool. there was a forest. after the sega genesis we got the nintendo 64. there was a second phone line just for browsing the internet, except on football sunday. my dad ran the local fantasy league.

back at mom's, the computer was in my room. my mom's ex-husband would smoke in there on the weekends looking at porn and playing hearts on windows 98. every sunday night i'd come home to my room airing out.

my mom only ever asked me to swear on the bible one time. i knew how to delete my history. she asked if the porn was mine. I knew it wasn't.

1/2

@m15o waving from https://tychi.me/journal/

Reading over all the end of work paper work.

Even if i got the max unemployment per week, i'd still be short $1,000 for rent in 1bed/1ba before even considering other expenses.

tile'd art that i made.

single svg tiled at 5 different sizes with some css.

Netflix Cancellation

https://musings.tychi.me/netflix-cancellation

i think the workflow is still being fleshed out

i think the all caps text "CALENDAR" was supposed to be a link

updated linkedin with my netflix end date

0 minutes later on a saturday morning

recruiter message from google for a ux engineer role

the technical industrial complex

one of the last things i'm doing:

catching up on un-expensed expenses...

i haven't expensed a phone bill for the entire pandemic...

when i realized, i blurted "fuck" and a table of people working outside together looked over and i realized just how loud i was

"sorry" lol

three degresss of passwords:

1. "hackable" accounts-- all get the same insecure easy password
2. "secure" accounts-- in my password manager with unique identifiers and passwords
3. "fragile" accounts-- decryption keys i have memorized or written down as picture clues in case i blank

i fell while riding my bike yesterday

scraped my elbow and my knee

feel like i'm 8 again fuck

the far left: even the queer children should have healthcare

the left: the mother should be allowed to live in an emergency

center: i shotgunned a beer before sex as a heavenly contraceptive there is no way i'm pregnant and/or the baby is not mine

the right: women that think about killing babies should be jailed

the far right: after any deliquent is imprisoned and/or executed, any offspring should be segregated by gender and other superficial features for grooming purposes or else

boomers stopped building houses because increased supply would lower the potential for their home values and are mad no one wants to work their applebees to afford to sleep in a car

i mean, the worst part about losing your job is needing to tell people about losing your job.

the best part is how suprisingly supportive everyone is because they've known that i haven't been particularly happy or myself for a bit.

i mean, fedi... are you suprised? i'd be shocked if you didn't see this coming.

going to a wedding today and my suit doesn't fit-- but in a good way.

i guess i lost weight since i bought this, so i look like a mobster in my baggy ass jacket.

i pulled the trigger and ordered a pixel 5a. i'll be flashing grapheneos on it asap.

i've been on this pixel 3 running it for well over a year now-- ever since i deleted my google account. the breaking point is i have only one cable that'll charge the phone in one delicate orientation.

the feature i'm looking forward to the most in the 5a?

a motherfucking headphone jack.

tbh, css container queries are cool

but also tbh we've had iframes since forever.

my hyperhidrosis be bad today so my touchpad is not worky

i haven't been posting as much.

trying to be irl more.

built a bike
joined a gym

my goal is to get in shape enough to go surfing.