Yesterday, I stopped
Posting social media
Today, I am not

© jameshoustonarts 2026

I am certainly not alone in eschewing the rank files of social media. Though I never did twitter, I carved out a piece of my space and frog-leapt that platform to book face and “gram” instantaneously. When all that innocence of luminiferous ether began, the term algorithm meant “a finite sequence of well-defined instructions for solving a problem” like following a recipe for cheesecake, operating a coin laundry or tying ones own shoes, tab “A” into slot “B” stuff. Innocence escaped rapidly and vapidly and it is now a ruthless tool to instruct you what to buy (because of what you bought), what to believe (because of ignorance or because you were curious enough to ask a question) and what is truth (as if you didn’t have clue).

The Last Post is a bugle call dating back to the late 1700s that indicated that a military camp had been secured for the night and went on to summon the fallen to the cenotaph and to commemorate those who had died, following a prescribed period of silence. My last post on meta signified the un-mournful passing of that platform in my purview followed by a ceaseless period of peace of mind.

Google now asks for reviews of restaurants that I walk by but perhaps stop to check the happy hour or read the menu taped to the window. “Others also purchased…” shows up just before plunking your desired item into the virtual cart. And, there is some indication that the cellular phone has aural capabilities of its own whereby mentioning the name of a business while driving past it in your car, said business coincidentally shows up in ones scrolling feed. Sorry “Golf World”… I don’t play. I never did.

Crows are capable of facial recognition over periods of years and are able to ascertain a friend or foe relationship. They’ll warn their friends and relatives and they will teach their children well. A certain percentage of the homosapian population will, quite blindly, trust and entrust unknowns and expect something benevolent in return, to be accepted and liked, for others to be curious and, through that curiousness, to engage, inform, prompt, promote, share and include.

All of that is yesterdays-not-even-news.