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We're all a bunch of amateurs
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Hello again friends, hot innit. I hope you’ve found conditions to your liking. I’ve put on Sly & The Family Stone and filled the bath with ice-cubes; it doesn’t get cooler than that.

Amateur hour: The latest Cosplayers to trainspotters, sports fans to hikers. The makers and the spectators. I like enthusiasts of all kinds; I’ve been reminded of this by Stack sending me Profane, a magazine dedicated to the enthusiast. A pursuit guided by enthusiasm is a noble endeavour, and the enduring appeal of shows like Bake Off or Sewing Bee proves you can’t beat watching people doing what they love.

Thing is, amateur has a disparaging overtone. It suggests ignorance, incompetence, haphazardness and short-termism. Somehow non-professional became unprofessional; this might seem like a semantic point but the vernacular has pervaded common thinking.

Amateurs! Can’t see it? Obviously you’re a not a golfer.

I first started thinking about the difference between amateur and professional back when I took a couple of years away from the computer screen to work as a carpenter. I have no formal qualification, so making a living was just an extension of doing it for love. In the case of carpentry, aside from the money, I found only two differences between amateur and professional: you have to get a lot faster, and you have to be good at getting repeatable results. Both of which come not from money, but from practice.

But does professional mean better? While the enthusiast might be overconfident thanks to a lack of self-insight, the professional’s fear of failure risks making them dogmatic and averse to innovation. We start out as amateurs and, given that professional decline is imminent or our luck is soon to run out, that’s where we ultimately return. We should practice stuff we love more. And instead of asking people what they do, perhaps we should ask what they love. 💕

We could be amateurs:  Seeing people love what they do is what made me fall for the internet, back in the Nineties. You too, perhaps. With the tools for mass publishing and global communication in everyone’s hands, there transpired a levelling of the playing field. What had previously been possible only for organisations with infrastructure fell into the hands of hobbyists. But it didn’t stop there.

The term ‘blog’ emerged over twenty years ago as people started publishing regular updates to their self-operated websites. Yet the web, supercharged by mobile adoption, evolved so quickly that almost nothing of how the word is used today would’ve felt familiar then. It felt like blogs amateurised journalism, when in fact the web democratised everything.

Ever since, independent and truly original stuff exploded all over the web, by the hands of dedicated enthusiasts. But as some of the internet era’s own wunderkinder grew to become dominating tech giants, it’s evolving further. Today, those giants are looking more like conventional media that they themselves had a hand in disrupting. If the golden age of YouTube is over then those enthusiasts eagerly filling it with their creativity might move back out to the web at large. 🔌


Finally: The Sony Walkman changed how we listen to music: The Verge marks the 40th anniversary of the first portable music player. [thanks MS] 🎧