Late Night Thoughts on Valuable Content

January 17, 2024

What is value? What is valuable content? To be honest many times I don’t know.

I love doing research, consuming knowledge on productivity hacks, learning different business ideas, and finding out what people with big businesses do in their daily routines. Because of this, the algorithms often throw me advice of all types.

On Instagram, I come across many social media experts with their copy-and-paste recipes for viral success and how to create valuable content. I am reminded often of being in school where your sole purpose was to regurgitate the proper information in the right order, in the right way, to show your worthiness as a rat race capitalist participant. Little worker bee complete with A+ and honor roll adherence.

The paradox arises when considering what is deemed acceptable content. Whether in a movie or a show, it becomes taboo and morally questionable if mirrored in adult content. The distinction in value between these two categories? I am uncertain.

What is the fundamental difference in the value between the two? One, the production of adult videos for consumer entertainment, relief, and comfort. The second, employing a business model centered on replicating a proven recipe for viral success.

When it comes to values, does what I value determine what my value worth is inherently? Does what I value, depending on the context, change what my value worth is? Would the same copy-and-paste recipe of viral success content be deemed low rent if the creator was a bit sexy?

Maybe because I was homeschooled for many years I missed some sort of societal handbook on this making sense.

When a word is thrown around as often as it is, such as valuable, to whom do you ask for a consensus on what it is? TOS’s are useless in ambiguity, and I have yet to come across a decent explanation from social media experts.

Educational content is, by default, valuable. Is that it? Copying and pasting a recipe of success is valuable despite the lack of original thought, and the longevity of failures with successes added to the formula.

Not being sexy, is that it? Well, many things are sexy to many people without being overtly obvious I suppose.

At what point did the importance of art for a human’s well-being get shoved aside?

Why is it entertainment, such as games and movies are the largest spending pie of households if it isn’t as valuable as educational videos.

I have nothing else to say. It is late and I have a new bedtime routine to implement.

XO

Chloe

Because I was curious, I asked Chat GPT to summarize my diary entry.

The author reflects on the ambiguous nature of “value” in content creation, questioning societal norms by drawing parallels between formulaic success advice on social media and the rote nature of education, expressing concern about the diminishing importance of art, and questioning the spending disparity between entertainment and educational content in households, concluding with a mention of a new bedtime routine.

AI Assistant Said:

The content raises thought-provoking questions about the concept of value in different contexts, from education to content creation. The author’s personal reflections and societal observations provide depth to the discussion. Consider breaking down complex ideas into smaller paragraphs for easier readability. Additionally, providing more concrete examples or anecdotes could further engage the reader and illustrate the points made. Keep up the insightful writing!

Chat GPT | Grade 5 Reading Level:



What is value? What is valuable content? Honestly, sometimes I don’t know.

I enjoy learning about productivity, business ideas, and the routines of successful people. Algorithms often give me various advice.

On Instagram, I see social media experts sharing recipes for success and creating valuable content. It reminds me of school where I had to memorize things to prove I was a good participant.

There’s a confusing part about what’s acceptable in movies versus adult content. I’m not sure of the difference in value between them.

Does what I value determine my worth? Does it change depending on the context? Would a recipe for success be less valuable if the creator was a bit “sexy”?

I was homeschooled, so I might have missed some rules.

Who decides what is valuable when the word is used a lot? TOS’s and social media experts don’t help.

Is educational content the only valuable thing? Is copying a successful recipe valuable even without original thought?

Not being “sexy,” whatever that means, shouldn’t matter, right?

When did people forget the importance of art for well-being? Why do we spend more on games and movies than educational videos?

I’m done talking. It’s late, and I have a new bedtime routine to start.

Chat GPT | College Graduate Reading Level:

What is value? What constitutes valuable content? Honestly, there are many times when I find myself uncertain.

I thoroughly enjoy conducting research, absorbing knowledge on productivity hacks, exploring diverse business ideas, and uncovering the daily routines of successful individuals. As a result, algorithms frequently provide me with a myriad of advice.

On Instagram, I encounter numerous social media experts sharing their copy-and-paste formulas for achieving viral success and creating valuable content. This often triggers memories of my school days, where the primary objective was regurgitating information in the correct order and manner to demonstrate worthiness as a participant in the rat race—a diligent worker bee aiming for A+ grades and honor roll recognition.

The paradox emerges when contemplating what qualifies as acceptable content. Whether in a movie or a show, content deemed morally acceptable may become taboo in adult-oriented material. The distinction in value between these two categories remains uncertain.

What fundamentally differentiates the value of producing adult content for consumer entertainment, relief, and comfort versus employing a business model centered on replicating a proven recipe for viral success?

Regarding values, does what I personally value inherently determine my worth? Does the significance of my values change depending on the context? Would the same copy-and-paste recipe for viral success be perceived as less reputable if the creator had a bit of a “sexy” image?

Perhaps due to my homeschooling background, I may have missed some societal handbook on navigating these complexities.

When a word like “valuable” is used frequently, where does one seek a consensus on its meaning? Terms of Service (TOS) agreements prove unhelpful in addressing ambiguity, and explanations from social media experts are lacking.

Is educational content inherently valuable by default? Does the act of copying and pasting a formula for success hold value despite the absence of original thought, coupled with a history of both failures and successes?

Is the omission of “sexy” elements the key? Well, attractiveness is subjective and can vary without being overtly obvious.

At what juncture did the significance of art for human well-being get marginalized?

Why do households allocate a larger share of their budget to entertainment, such as games and movies, if it isn’t deemed as valuable as educational videos?

I find myself with nothing more to express. It is late, and I must implement a new bedtime routine.

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Loss of Innocence

August 30, 2023

I often think about writing, yet the amount I produce is far less. At what point does the sacrifice of work and the duties of being a mother outweigh the fragility of the soul’s needs? Things are not bad or sad here, although some thoughts compel me to write beyond my own excuses why I shouldn’t. How many loads of laundry waiting are the cost of a diary entry?

‘Loss of Innocence’ by Josie Rivas. A postcard given to me about eight years ago in 2015.

I will tell you I am a maximalist with a slight bad habit of minimalism. Perhaps the reality is I am just bad at committing to one or the other. I am talking about aesthetics and art here. A little, big art affair of the mind and heart. My goal is to cover my walls as much as possible with art. Art that fulfills me in one way or another. That’s the maximalism. When I was little, was there much of even a slight inch of wall allowed behind all the treasures on my wall? At that time, ripped from magazines, ragged edges, taped and placed. A collage of my mind and values wallpapering my bedroom.

When you are an adult, you can expand the art to many more walls. Except, you have to consider the aesthetics of what your guests would want to lay eyes on. Or, if you are like me, and film at home, what the algorithms will get moody over and deem unacceptable. Sorry, Vargas pin-up girls, you get shoved in a box for now until I can figure out where to place you in my crowded bedroom. The stronger the death grip of censorship becomes on social media, the more eagerly I look to art for comfort. I remember a time when my ignorance was at full force, and before more legal changes trickled down insidiously from the control of social media giants and banking systems.

And do you ever get a damn bug in your head, seemingly out of nowhere and you can’t shake it out? Tonight mine is about a postcard. I used to collect postcards, then friends would give me them. I have kept most of them, even throughout my minimalist bad habits. They deserve to cover a wall at some point, I am not ready for that yet though. This postcard is secretively in plain sight, carelessly sharing a magnet with a health pamphlet on the side of my fridge.

Nobody notices it. The front is adorned with all the usual suspects, alphabet magnets, little drawings, a mommy calendar, phrase magnets, and a few random other cute magnets. This postcard, sits above the health pamphlet, yet is shielded partially by a burrito recipe printed out months ago under its own magnet. I forget about it often, until once in awhile, there it is. There she is. I notice her. I notice myself.

My secret postcard in plain sight holds great emotion to it, I cherish it, despite it having ambivalent meaning to me. Given to me by a then bestie, the kind of bestie that is maybe a bit too close. A sisterhood that is both toxic love and forever-by-your-side there for you. The postcard goes beyond her though, I think a lot about the meaning of this postcard. A longing for a loss nothing to do with her, then a loss that is to do with her, while a loss of the future that has not happened and is unknown. An everlasting grief encapsulated in a piece of art.

That’s just it, that is what art is. Visual queues to evoke emotions with the deeply set associations. I can’t tell you what or why my associations are, before I even knew what the painting meant, it got to me. I think to myself, when did I lose my innocence? I can tell you some memories, certain events I lost some. Is it a bunch of events, or is it one profound event that you lose your innocence?

I think even if you have lost more innocence than you meant to or had innocence stolen from you before you were ready, I think it is possible to gain fragments of it back. I feel art can help you save parts of yourself you thought were lost.

As written to me from my friend at the time:

I’ve been keeping this particular postcard for…3 years? I’ve been saving it for a special occasion. That would be you! I have moved perhaps 6 or 7 times and met so many people, but none have warranted that ‘occasion’. You’re a special person and I want *you* to have this. I got it from an art gallery opening…there was a piece Josie Rivas had that was interactive. He got everyone to write on this piece when they believed their innocence was lost. It was called ‘innocence lost’ actually, I think. Anyhow. Onto the next step. Awesomeness found. <3 you

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Dance

May 4, 2023

MANY DANCERS ARE INTROVERTS. OUR COMMUNICATION IS WITHOUT WORDS.

TO DANCE IS,


TO HEAL.
TO FEEL FREE.
TO HAVE FUN.
TO FEEL ALIVE.
TO EXPERIMENT.
TO WORK HARD.
TO BRING ART TO LIFE.
TO CONTINUALLY GROW.
TO TRANSFORM EMOTIONS.
TO ENTER A MAGICAL WORLD.
TO TURN CHAOS INTO BEAUTY.
TO FEEL PRESENT AND ABSENT.
TO CONNECT WHILE VULNERABLE.
TO EXPRESS YOUR INNERMOST WORLD.
TO BE EMOTIONAL WITHOUT JUDGMENT.

In reformer Pilates, my favourite instructor had asked me before if I was a dancer because of my movements. Most of my adolescence and adulthood I have been asked that from people. Today, there were two new moves she was teaching us, I became too scared to do them. They triggered me, reminding me of movements I used to do multiple times a day in dance training.

She came to me after the class to check in on me, she said to me how I move so well on the reformer, that I am able to do those movements, but I looked so defeated. I did feel defeated. I told her I was too much in my head after breaking my ankle and having surgery almost two years ago. That I was scared. She understood.

I came home and I cried for a long while, the kind of grief sobbing of something or someone dying. But then, I danced.

There is a commitment and accountability that needs to be met. Much important as keeping my little guy thriving, keeping the online work consistent, keeping the home clean. Some priority must be given to what my core identity is, to dance. To be a mother, while also show the resilience, the grit, and the flow of movement to my little guy.

Why is it so easy to neglect the soul when it keeps us alive?

If you haven’t already, I hope you find what brings you that charge of life force.

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