#DotCom Secrets

[dawiebe]

The Surprising Truth No One Tells You About Content

In creating content, it’s easy to get lost in the weeds without ever finding your path. Here’s the surprising truth no one tells you about content… It’s Not About the Type of Content We are often led to believe that content is, first and foremost, about the type of content you publish. Blog posts, infographics, podcasts, videos. Pick one. Picking one and sticking to it is good advice. Choosing…

[profunnelbuilder]

DotCom Secrets Summit is a virtual program arranged by Russell Brunson where top entrepreneurs come and teach their own idea and method of funnel secrets. Russell Brunson, the writer of the book DotCom Secrets, arranged this for the people who want to be more successful to promote their products and grow more sales. In this summit, the

[techteacherdebashree]

Dotcom secrets summary #techteacherdebashree #shorts

Russell Brunson’s book, DotCom Secrets, is a guide to building high-converting sales funnels.

This book is a go-to for many digital entrepreneurs, so we just had to review it.In this DotCom Secrets review, we’ll explore who Russell Brunson is and why his secrets are worth sharing.

To know more click here

#Dotcomsecretssummary

#techteacherdebashree

#Dotcomsecrets

#shorts

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Christopher Brown’s ‘A Natural History of Empty Lots’

On SEPTEMBER 24th, I'll be speaking IN PERSON at the BOSTON PUBLIC LIBRARY!

Christopher Brown is an accomplished post-cyberpunk sf writer, a tech lawyer with a sideline in public interest environmental law, the proud owner of one of the most striking homes I have ever seen, and an urban pastoralist who writes about wildlife in ways I've never seen and can't get enough of:

https://fieldnotes.christopherbrown.com/

All of these facets of Brown's identity come together today with the launch of A Natural History of Empty Lots: Field Notes from Urban Edgelands, Back Alleys and other Wild Places:

https://christopherbrown.com/a-natural-history-of-empty-lots/

This is a frustratingly hard to summarize book, because it requires a lot of backstory and explanation, and one of the things that makes this book so! fucking! great! is how skillfully Brown weaves all that stuff into his telling. Which makes me feel self-conscious as I try to summarize things, because there's no way I'll do this as well as he did, but whatever, here goes.

Brown is a transplant from rural Iowa to Austin, where he set out to start a family, practice tech law during the dotcom boom, and write science fiction, as part of a circle of writers loosely associated with cyberpunk icon @brucesterling. After both the economy and his marriage collapsed, Brown started his restless perambulations around Austin's abandoned places, sacrifice zones, the bones of failed housing starts and abandoned dot-crash office parks.

When he did, something changed in him. Slowly, his eyes learned to see things that they had just skipped over. Plants, animals, and spoor and carapaces and dens of all description, all around him, a secret world. These were not pockets of "wilderness" in the city, but they were pockets of wildness. Birds' nests woven with plastic fibers scavenged from nearby industrial dumpsters; trees taking root in half-submerged tires rolled into a creekbed, foxes and rodents playing out a real-life version of the classic ecosystem simulation exercise on the edge of an elevated highway that fills the same function as the edge of a woodland where predator and prey meet.

As Brown fell in love again – with the artist and architect Agustina Rodriguez – he conceived of a genuinely weird and amazing plan to build a house. A very weird house, in a very weird place. He bought a plot of wasteland that had once housed the head-end of an oil pipeline (connected to a nearby oil-storage facility that poisoned the people who lived near it, in an act of wanton environmental racism) and had been used as a construction-waste dump for years.

After securing an extremely unlikely loan, Brown remediated the plot, excavating the oil pipeline, then building the most striking home you have ever seen in the resulting trench. Brown is a pal of mine, and this is where I stay when I'm in Austin, and I can promise you, the pictures don't do it justice:

https://www.texasmonthly.com/style/christopher-brown-edgeland-house-austin/

Formally, A Natural History of Empty Lots is a memoir that explains all of this. But not really. Like I say, this is just the back story. What Natural History really is, is a series of loosely connected essays that explains how everything fits together: colonial conquest, Brown's failed marriage, his experience as a lawyer learning property law, what he learned by mobilizing that learning to help his neighbors defend the pockets of wildness that refuse to budge.

It's an erudite book, skipping back through millennia of history, sidewise through the ecology of Texas, all while somehow serving as a kind of spotter's guide to the wild things you can see in Austin – and maybe, in your town – if you know how to look. It's a book about how people change the land, and how the land changes people. It is filled with pastoral writing that summons Kim Stanley Robinson by way of Thoreau, and it sometimes frames its philosophical points the way a cyberpunk writer would – like Neal Stephenson writing a cyberpunk trilogy that is also the story of Leibniz and Newton fighting over credit for inventing calculus:

https://memex.craphound.com/2004/11/20/neal-stephensons-system-of-the-world-concludes-the-baroque-trilogy/

Brown is a stupendous post-cyberpunk writer, and also a post-cyberpunk person, which I've known for sure since I happened upon him one morning, thoughtfully mowing his roof with a scythe:

https://www.flickr.com/photos/doctorow/46433979075/

You can get a sense of what that means in this lockdown-era joint presentation that Chris, Bruce Sterling and I did on "cyberpunk and post-cyberpunk":

https://archive.org/details/asl-cyberpunk

Brown is a spectacular novelist. His ecofascist civil war trilogy that opens with Tropic of Kansas got so much right about the politics of American demagoguery and was perfectly timed with the Trump presidency:

https://memex.craphound.com/2017/07/11/tropic-of-kansas-making-america-great-again-considered-harmful/

The sequel, Rule of Capture, uses the device of courtroom drama in a way that comes uncomfortably close to the Orwell/Kafka mashup that the authorities have created to deal with environmental protesters:

https://memex.craphound.com/2019/08/12/rule-of-capture-inside-the-martial-law-tribunals-that-will-come-when-climate-deniers-become-climate-looters-and-start-rendering-environmentalists-for-offshore-torture/

And the final volume, Failed State, is one of the most complicated complicated utopias you could ask for. This is what people mean by "thrilling conclusion":

https://pluralistic.net/2020/08/12/failed-state/#chris-brown

As brilliant as Brown is in fiction mode, his nonfiction is unclassifiably, unforgettably brilliant. A Natural History of Empty Lots is the kind of book that challenges how you feel about the crossroads we're at, the place you live, and the place you want to be.

The paperback edition of The Lost Cause, my nationally bestselling, hopeful solarpunk novel is out this month!

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/09/17/cyberpunk-pastoralism/#time-to-mow-the-roof

[coatedinhoney]

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@aira-cc @dscombobulate @simkoos @leaf-motif

[abbygracerecs]

Mattew Gray Gubler Fic Reccommendations

Unlucky in Love - @criminalmindzjunkie

Fluff alphabet - @cacoetheswriting

Things we know by heart - @juniorgman187

Going Live - @doublekrecs smut

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Fresh baked - @reidgraygubler

Daydreams turn to reality - @spencerreidscoffeecup smut

Porcelain - @imagining-in-the-margins

Funny thing fate - @imagining-in-the-margins

Studious shadow - @imagining-in-the-margins

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Perverse temptations - @subspencer smut

36 questions to fall in love - @boldlyvoid anything Em writes is amazing! also go buy something from them!

Mine - @boldlyvoid smut

10 days - @boldlyvoid

Professional hairdresser - @boldlyvoid smut

Journey to Camelot - @boldlyvoid smut

Dream a little dream - @criminalmindswriting

Rogue thoughts - @sometimesiwritebadly

Green was the color - @strawberryspence

Words of two souls - @reidandweep

Mutual - @anothermansjeans

Ask the girl out! - @babymetaldoll

I love you - @babymetaldoll

Online Secret Santa - @babymetaldoll

Birthday wishes - @babymetaldoll

The shoebox under the bed - @thatgirlstrawberry

Pregnant wife - @radiant-reid

Baby daddy - @shemarmooresfedora

Daddy’s little helper - @stairain smut

Bang My Line - @daddy-dotcom

[heartstringsduet]

Happy Sunday <3 Back to writing this monster of a story and hoping it will be finished before TK's birthday episode.

When Enzo first met Gwyn, she made no secret about being a mother to a nine-year-old boy. ‘He’s a wonderful child,’ she said before Enzo first met her and TK at a candy store, knowing it would make his introduction easier with a sugary buffer. ‘And he loves everyone instantly. Don’t worry.’ She was right, Enzo realized. TK loved everyone. The shop owner, the pincher dog a family had brought with them, the customers reaching for the same stuff he told all about why it was his favorite candy too. He decidedly did not like Enzo. He wouldn’t even look at him, or answer any of his questions. For the first time in his life, Enzo got a lesson of being invisible. Nothing helped, no baseball game, no zoo trips, no toys. TK was a whirlwind that stopped  right at Enzo, turning still and inward.

OPEN TAG &

@henrygrass @paperstorm @eclectic-sassycoweyes

@alrightbuckaroo @carlos-in-glasses @carlos-tk

@theghostofashton @strandnreyes @strandnreyes

@reyesstrand @welcometololaland @rmd-writes

@lightningboltreader @butchreyes @ameriicansrequiems

@lemonlyman-dotcom @ladytessa74 @corsage

@certifiedflower @nisbanisba @orchidscript @liminalmemories21

@never-blooms @freneticfloetry @nancys-braids @pimento-playing-hopscotch

@irispurpurea @kiwichaeng @bonheur-cafe @decafdino

@carlossreaders @honeybee-taskforce @chicgeekgirl89

@ironheartwriter @emsprovisions @tellmegoodbye @literateowl

[paperstorm]

Thanks for the tags @thisbuildinghasfeelings and @heartstringsduet!

He plops down onto his couch, setting the guitar in his lap and reaching for his notebook, laying open and facedown on the side table. Swallowing thickly and breathing slow, Carlos flips to the page he’d turned quickly away from yesterday afternoon in Judd and Grace’s backyard. He unhooks the pen from the cover and scribbles on the page, letting the words flow out of him like water spilling from his fingertips. This song has been in the back of his mind for a while, but Carlos hasn’t been able to pin it down – hasn’t wanted to pin it down. But it overtakes him, whether or not he means for it to, and he doesn’t hide from it this time.

Putting the notebook down, Carlos strums a chord out of the guitar strings, humming to himself and then softly singing, “Your poker face ain’t foolin’ nobody here, nobody here, we’ve all felt the flame and shed those same tears.”

He pauses, turning the phrase over in his head. He grabs for the notebook again, leaning over awkwardly to cross out a few words and replace them with others.

The melody takes shape in his head, after a few false starts. “Feel the weight of your father’s ring, and all those dreams, and all those dreams,” he sings, repeating the line until he likes the tune of it.

Carlos plays, letting his fingers dance over stiff guitar strings, filling up the empty space of his living room with music. He’s never alone when he’s playing, or when he’s listening to a song that stirs something important inside him. He’s spent so much of his life terrified of so many things. That he’ll never be enough to please his father, that the man will go to his deathbed regretting he wasn’t given a better son. That he won’t make it as a musician. That his biggest secret, the one only Grace knows, will burn down everything he’s worked for if it ever got out and turn the deadbolt on a door with him on one side and his family on the other. But music is the one and only thing that’s never let him down, that’s never left him alone, that wraps around him like a blanket no matter what else is happening.

“‘Cause that was the real you, running through the fields of gold wide open, standing in the places no picture contains … And that was the real you sayin’ ‘maybe I’m not too young to be a cowboy’ …”

Carlos stops. He lets the music trail away, fingers falling off the strings. He sniffs, closing his eyes against the sting for a moment and then setting his guitar down onto the couch beside him. He was meant for this, Carlos reminds himself, frustratedly brushing an errant tear off his cheek. If his parents don’t believe in him yet, he’ll just have to keep proving himself until they do.

Tagging @theghostofashton @birdclowns @reyesstrand @strandnreyes @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut

@carlos-in-glasses @actual-sleeping-beauty @thisbuildinghasfeelings @herefortarlos @heartstringduet

@goodways @alrightbuckaroo @lightningboltreader @freneticfloetry

@liminalmemories21 @nancys-braids @whatsintheboxmh @bonheur-cafe

@reasonandfaithinharmony @thebumblecee @never-blooms @lemonlyman-dotcom

@sanjuwrites @orchidscript @jesuisici33 @kiwichaeng @honeybee-taskforce

@fifthrideroftheapocalypse @butchreyes @just-inside-her @firstprince-history-huh @captain-gillian

@tellmegoodbye @anactualcaseofthetruth @ironheartwriter @eclectic-sassycoweyes @ditheringmind

@emsprovisions @irispurpurea @nisbanisba @corsage @chicgeekgirl89

@carlossreaders @ladytessa74

Want to be added or removed from the list? Lmk

[liminalmemories21]

# of Sentence Sunday

tagged by @heartstringsduet, @carlos-in-glasses, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @bonheur-cafe. Thank you!

Some number of sentences (honestly, I didn't count) from S5 Interstitials.

Campbell pauses at his desk on his way out for the night.  "You leaving soon?" He shrugs, gestures to the pile of files, deliberately doesn't let himself think about his father's file locked in the desk drawer.  Campbell frowns.  "You gotta pace yourself, man.  You'll burn out if you don't."  Taps his finger on the desk.  "Don't you have a new husband waiting for you at home?" He startles a little.  TK's not a secret, he's got a picture of him on his desk, but most people don't actually acknowledge that they're married.  Campbell smiles.  "Gabriel would not shut up about his son getting married, about his future son-in-law."  Tilts his head.  "He was really excited about the wedding." And...Carlos had known that, but not quite like that.  That his father had talked about them at work, had been excited, proud.

tagging @strandnreyes, @freneticfloetry, @paperstorm, and @carlos-tk

[emsprovisions]

Happy Sunday y’all! Here’s a tease from top secret au 🖤

“Are you heading out?” TK addresses his roommate, glancing up at Nancy who’s still leaning against him.

“Yep,” Nancy nods, popping the ‘p.’ “I’m just refilling my water and heading to work. Please tell me you have something more fun than work planned for your evening. I will even accept Friends reruns on the couch with a frozen dinner.”

TK rolls his eyes. “I’ll be working. Carlos is coming over to go through some stuff with me.”

Simultaneously, both Paul and Nancy look up at TK and go, “Carlos?”

And then it’s, “Hot, murderer, Carlos?” from Nancy.

While Paul says, “Our client, Officer Reyes, Carlos?”

“Yes,” TK says to them both. “Our lunch meeting got cut short and I invited him over.”

“TK!” Nancy and Paul both scold.

TK groans. “It may shock you all to learn I’m not stupid.”

Thank you for the tags @ironheartwriter @strandnreyes @heartstringsduet @reyesstrand @bonheur-cafe @carlos-in-glasses

No pressure tags @alrightbuckaroo @paperstorm @lightningboltreader @welcometololaland @butchreyes @captain-gillian @nancys-braids @lemonlyman-dotcom @decafdino @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @firstprince-history-huh @chicgeekgirl89 @corsage @nisbanisba @eclectic-sassycoweyes @tellmegoodbye + Open 🏷️

[whatsintheboxmh]

thank you♡ @lemonlyman-dotcom @ironheartwriter @strandnreyes

@thisbuildinghasfeelings @bonheur-cafeand @heartstringsduet and @honeybee-taskforce(welcome back!!)

Secret art I started working on yesterday.

Time lapse of a sick artist who doesn't realize until the end that she is drawing a ring on his right hand.

haha Forgot to tag

@lightningboltreader @lemonlyman-dotcom @eclectic-sassycoweyes

@theghostofashton @fallout-mars

@herefortarlos @honeybee-taskforce @ladytessa74

@liminalmemories21 @freneticfloetry @chicgeekgirl89

@carlos-tk @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut

@noxsoulmate @never-blooms @reyesstrand

@rmd-writes @goodways @bonheur-cafe

@alrightbuckaroo @orchidscript @welcometololaland

@strandnreyes @tinyluminaryzombie

@thisbuildinghasfeelings @paperstorm @nancys-braids

@heartstringsduet @carlos-in-glasses @tellmegoodbye @cowboytarlos 

@ironheartwriter @decafdino @literateowl

@fifthrideroftheapocalypse @emsprovisions @sapphic--kiwi

[carlos-in-glasses]

Thank you for the tag @ironheartwriter 🩷

As I was keeping this fic secret for Jamie's birthday, here are (more than) seven sentences from my new fic, Let Me Be The One Who Shine With You, now on A03.

TK instinctively reaches for the hem of his hoodie to pull it up and off along with his t-shirt. The usual thing is to show off his body to Carlos, the whole thing, splayed on the bed naked.

But Carlos is quick to sit on TK’s thighs and pin his wrists with his hands. “You’re going to leave the hoodie on.”

“You want to fuck me in this?”

“I want you wearing it and riding my dick.”

The soft growl of Carlos’ voice makes TK hurt. “Okay, but you’ve got to get me out of these.” He starts yanking at the buttons of his Levi’s, always so finicky.

Carlos pats TK’s hands away and takes over, so TK goes for the buttons on Carlos’ shirt instead. As if to re-do the night they should have had months ago, as soon as TK gets his fingers inside Carlos’ shirt, he snaps his hands outwards and rips it open, buttons flying everywhere, one getting him smack in the eye.

“TK!” Carlos chides, “This is the only thing I have to wear here.”

Open tag and tags below

@nisbanisba @emsprovisions @sapphic--kiwi @anactualcaseofthetruth

@fifthrideroftheapocalypse @nancys-braids @captain-gillian @butchreyes

@literateowl @kiwichaeng @eclectic-sassycoweyes @pimento-playing-hopscotch

@carlos-tk @tellmegoodbye @orchidscript @herefortarlos

@sugdenlovesdingle @honeybee-taskforce @theghostofashton

@freneticfloetry @lemonlyman-dotcom @chicgeekgirl89

@sanjuwrites @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @alrightbuckaroo

@liminalmemories21 @heartstringsduet @never-blooms

@ladytessa74 @welcometololaland @rmd-writes

@lightningboltreader @goodways @reyesstrand

@bonheur-cafe @strandnreyes @thisbuildinghasfeelings @paperstorm - If you want to share/haven't already! No pressure ever! ❤️🩷🧡💛💚💙🩵💜

[freneticfloetry]

It's Work is Posted Wednesday! And this one is special.

Today's chapter of the Super Secret Lire Birthday Project is up, and it comes courtesy of yours truly, along with gorgeous art by @ambiguouspenny. 😉

Carlos marks a milestone in their new relationship by trying to grab the bull by the horns. But once again, the world sets out to prove — somewhat painfully — that being with TK is unlike anything he’s ever known.

Read Buck Up, Cowboy on AO3.

And be sure to check out the whole collab! It's chock full of a dozen different tales of Carlos whump written especially for @lire-casander, with art from some of Tarlos fandom's most talented folks and even a playlist from @alrightbuckaroo.

Thanks to @tellmegoodbye @strandnreyes @heartstringsduet @sznofthesticks @whatsintheboxmh @lemonlyman-dotcom @orchidscript @alrightbuckaroo @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad and @reyesstrand for the WIP Wednesday tags today!

Tagging in @liminalmemories21 @never-blooms @paperstorm @carlos-in-glasses @herefortarlos @walkinginland @ladytessa74 @rmd-writes @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @three-drink-amy and @welcometololaland.

[iboatedhere]

thank you @cha-melodius @lemonlyman-dotcom @blueeyedgrlwrites @sophie1973 @porcelainmortal & @suseagull04 for the tags!

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Alex spends most of the day on the porch swing on the back deck, overlooking the barns and the horses. 

It’s where the girls would put themselves into time-out when they were little—still a little shy and carrying around the trauma of a prior life where they’d get punished for spilling juice or accidentally coloring off the paper and onto the kitchen table. 

He and Henry would spend hours sitting on the steps a few yards away, talking about nothing, until the girls would slink off the swing and join them. 

It took forever for them to earn the girl’s trust and he doesn’t have a problem admitting the jealousy he felt when father breezed in during that first meeting and swept them off their feet.  

Oscar taught them to swim at the lake, showed them the Pacific when they all made the journey to California, and took them to Disneyland. He bought them little aprons and chef hats so they could help him grill and framed their drawings to take with him to his office in Washington. He had told Alex once that he was filling in for Arthur too, so he had to give the girls twice the love. When Alex repeated that Henry later, he went quiet and sad…it’s the only time Alex regretted being completely honest with him. 

He jumps when the screen door slams open and June steps out. 

“I thought they would’ve sent out Henry.”

“Too easy,” June says as she makes her way over, “plus they aren’t even here anymore. Mom went home with Nora, Aaron, and Hannah and Eveyln and Joanna went to the hotel with Marcy to spend the night.”

“Really?”

June nods. “They didn’t think she would want to be alone. You raised some good kids, Alex.”

“They take after Henry.”

“Oh, I assumed.”

“They all could have stayed. It’s not like we don’t have the room.”

“They thought you could use a little space. All that’s left is you, me, Henry, the dogs, and….” She pauses and pulls a joint and a lighter out of her coat pocket with a dramatic flourish. “This that I confiscated from the kids. Shall we partake?”

“Henry hates the smell.”

June rolls her eyes and drops down beside him. “Henry doesn’t have to know.”

“Henry knows everything.”

“Yeah, because you tell him everything.”

“He’s my husband. We don’t have secrets.”

June hums as she lights the end of the joint.

“What?” Alex asks.

“Nothing, nothing. I just have a little insight into where he’s taking you on your anniversary.”

“Paris.”

“Ugh, you two are sickening.” She takes a drag and passes it over. Alex hesitates then takes it. “Marcy thinks you hate her.”

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Tagging: @thesleepyskipper @sunshineacd @henryspearl @liminalmemories21 @anincompletelist @bitbybitwrites & @cricketnationrise

[loki-hargreeves]

Tag game ❤ Let's see what your aesthetic would be like if you were a character from your chosen fandom

Rules:

Search "[your name] + [fandom] core" on Pinterest and choose every 3rd photo from the results to make a collage (you can skip a photo if it's a character picture)

Make a picrew character: [here]

Tag people

I searched for supernatural stuff and this is what I got

No pressure tags: @gemini-serpentis @ivystoryweaver @lucianalight @lis-dotcom @mattmurdocksscars @my-secret-shame @missdictatorme @virtie333 @kingtwhiddleston @pygmi-cygni @nimouette @creepmilk @mybeautiful-beautifulmakkari @nurseofren @plaidparadise77 and anyone who sees this and wants to participate ❤

[reyesstrand]

seven sentence sunday

thanks for the tags @heartstringsduet @henrygrass @carlossreaders @everlastingday @carlos-in-glasses @nisbanisba @lemonlyman-dotcom @liminalmemories21 @strandnreyes @paperstorm @nancys-braids <3 i have so many wips that need my attention so who knows if this’ll become something but i was feeling things about tnt so. yeah!

She looks at them fondly, as she places the ceramic mugs down on the breakfast bar, and he can’t help but to think of the last time they met like this. The last time Nancy fidgeted by his side; the last time he complimented the roast only for Tommy to confide in them that it was the chicory that made her coffee so delicious, a lingering trade secret from Charles.

The last time, her eyes were shiny with tears as she admitted that she wouldn’t be coming back to the 126. As the silence stretches around them now, years deeper into a relationship that feels more familial than professional, TK can’t help but to think that this time she means it for real.

“Cap,” he tries, his throat suddenly dry as she takes both of their hands. The girls have made her a woven pink bracelet, and it hangs a little loose around her wrist. “We’re here for you. You know that, right?”

very late today so i’ll tag @theghostofashton @butchreyes @captain-gillian @pelorsdyke @freneticfloetry & open tag! <3