Hello Substack. It's me, Vanda

Figuring shit out by clicking on shit.

As I get older, new tech stuff, say, Basecamp or Twitter, turns me into a brick wall. I become whiney -a whiney brick wall. I'm not quite as bad as my poor mother, who hates her smartphone and cannot get the hang of a touchscreen. "The screen needs to feel the warmth of your finger, Mom! Don't just hit it harder!"

My friend, Anurag Gupta, says “You have to be willing to be with the discomfort of a new incompetency.” which is such a nice way to say that.

I am devoted to staying juicy in the inspiration and learning department, against all my Luddite crustiness. A friend who worked at Microsoft, said, "Just try clicking on shit. That's how us big tech people figure things out."

I'll be clicking on shit on Substack, where writers like me (and maybe you) can monetize their stuff directly without paying the Man, who we still dislike, right? A friend described Substack as ONLYFANS for writers, which is hysterical if you get the reference.

Anyway, this internet thing isn't going away, so join me. I promise ahas and hahas. Always feel free to contribute yours.