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6:56 pm - Networking. In the FUTURE!
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[April 16, 2008, 6.56pm:] Taking a piece of advice from ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) reannaremick (see below), I'm going to future-date this entry (which is going to take some getting used to), and keep adding to it, as new information comes in.
Here we go:
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current mood: Working on other things.
current music: Television and other things.
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| Wednesday, May 14th, 2008
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2:22 pm - Wow... Well, That was pretty fucking personal, now wasn't it?
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slackmistress has a new post over at AntSocial Networking: 'Coming Out of the Comic Book Closet: When did you realize you were a Geek?' She writes:
'. . .I didn't realize I was a full-blown nerd until the 7th grade. . .
'I think it was Britten Trimmer, although it was nearly 25 (urp!) years ago so I could be wrong. Britten saw that each quarter I read progressively more books...first 11, then 13, then 16.
'I bet you can't read 50 books, he told me.
'Let's make it interesting, I responded.
'Okay, I didn't say let's make it interesting like some pubescent Fast Eddie with a bad perm, thick 80's eyebrows and and frosted lip gloss, but we did place the wager of a dollar. One whole dollar.
'I set about my task, which to be honest, wasn't all that difficult. It ended up being about four books a week, which was easily manageable. Each Friday, I'd write up my notecards and file them in the box under my name. As the weeks progressed, the box grew more and more stuffed until Mrs. Bogen finally gave me my own separate file.
'I read 53 books that quarter.
'As Britten admitted defeat and handed me my dollar, I basked in victory, and in the adoration of my peers. That's why they were staring at me, right?
'I looked at the chalkboard.
'A = 26-53 books
B= 11-25 books
'I blew the curve. For a dollar.
That's when I realized I was, without a doubt, a geek.
Now it's time for your coming-out stories!'
So I figured, why the fuck not, right? Let's be proud of what makes us who we are. Bits of me, after the cut. Wow. That's almost clever.
( You Know How I Know You're Geeky? )
There you are then. A bit more about me.
You should be reading and participating in the awesome that is AntiSocial Networking.
Ta.
current mood: exposing myself.
current music: "Charity Case," by Gnarls Barkley (not MC Frontalot's), in my head
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1:27 pm - Links:
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From my mother: 'Facing the Truth': '"I'm sorry to be the one to say it to you," I told him, "but without any teaching experience at all, a search committee at my college wouldn't consider your application."
'I could see a few bodies shift uncomfortably at that and people exchanging uneasy looks. I didn't want to find out later that my post-talk dinner venue had been moved to Wendy's, so I tried to explain my answer more fully.
'"Look," I said. "It's not a personal judgment on you, or even a prediction that you won't be able to handle the teaching responsibilities you'd have at my institution. The issue is more about whether we are willing to take a chance on someone who might think she wants to teach -- but who finds out, in her first year, that she much prefers formulae to students.
'"If that happens, not only have we made you miserable and wasted a year of your life but now we're investing the time and money for a new search for the same position all over again. We want to know that you are committed to teaching and that you are in this for the long haul."'
Which is why I include all student evaluations (which are mostly Glowing, by the way), from six classes over the course of a year and a half. May not seem like a lot, to some, but I learned a lot about teaching, those three semesters. I think that makes me more than qualified to teach a class in any of my numerous areas of competency.
Next, from mech_angel: A video on mutually beneficial adaptive living: Vending Machines for Crows. Amazing stuff, really quite fun. Thought and Memory.
Going to go get some fresh coffee, now, and maybe a shower.
current mood: linking things
current music: "Open Book" stuck in my head, again.
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10:45 am - Maybe I do need some Rum...
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Portishead - [Undenied]--- 'Dutch startup Scoutle marries different networking ideas to deliver what they call an “Automated Social Networking for Bloggers.”
'Scoutle operates via webcrawlers they call Scouts. Users create their own personal Scouts, for example one for their blog, another for their Facebook or similar profile, and the scouts “walk through the Internet,” by meeting other Scouts with similar interests or profiles, creating a contact between both.
'Results from the Scouts are constantly being compared, delivering a realtime guide that allows users to see which blog on a certain topic, in a certain language or country is most relevant to the user at a specific moment. Users can also create networks based on specific topics or personal groups and see who is best ranked within these networks. '
It's like having a personal AI organiser/Alfred. (Suzanne Vega - [Solitude Standing]). That's fucking Brilliant.
I worry about "similarity" algorithms, though, because similar interests do not a friendship make. It's personality, and the ability to discuss those places where you do not overlap.
And maybe that's a part of my problem, lately, too? Perhaps I'm looking for a definition of thing, that simply doesn't mesh with most other people's definition of that thing.
Whatever.
Dreams of lots of things, including long lines at the water park, and someone making a post about things that were important to them.
My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult - [The Days Of Swine And Roses]--- In other news, found via jaerven: 'The Pope's chief astronomer says that life on Mars cannot be ruled out.
'Writing in the Vatican newspaper, the astronomer, Father Gabriel Funes, said intelligent beings created by God could exist in outer space.
'Father Funes, director of the Vatican Observatory near Rome, is a respected scientist who collaborates with universities around the world.
'The search for forms of extraterrestrial life, he says, does not contradict belief in God.'
No, it doesn't. See greygirlbeast's entry, here: http://greygirlbeast.livejournal.com/449497.html
And think about it this way: Were I The Creator, I would have told everyone and everything I created exactly what I knew they could handle, at that time, and then tried to make it work as best as possible. But free will and the ability to interpret and find symbols and patterns in anything would then make my life a bit difficult.
God Lives Underwater - [Medicated to the One I Love]--- Have good days, people.
current mood: around
current music: God Lives Underwater - [Medicated to the One I Love]
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2:35 am - Eat the fruit, prick the flesh
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I've been venemous and vitriolic, lately. It's because I've hit a point where, for the past few days, I've watched my every effort to [re]connect with certain people in my life fall down, or be thrown back at me, spit in my face, and it kind of hurts me, because I don't know what I could have done to deserve it.
I disappeared. Or we never really knew each other. Yes. That much is true. That's all well and good. But I'm making an effort. A slow effort. A perilous effort, exposing layers, vulnerabilities, blah blah blah.
Gnarls Barkley - [Neighbors]--- I have "I Wanna Dance with Somebody" stuck in my head.
Back to the point. I'm fucking trying, ain't I?
Gnarls Barkley - [Surprise]--- "Oh but the work would never be done
When all you need is to be met halfway, but nobody tries
Don't be surprised"
Gnarls Barkley - [Blind Mary]--- There are currents and undercurrents, to this album, single lines that drag me in to the composition, snatches of beat and refrain that hook and catch, pulling me, from one song to the next, not smoothly or fully, but as a finger around a wine glass, simile sound that stutters and slips, harmonizing a whole... I need to listen to this album, more, because with each listen I hear more and more to which I want to listen.
I bought this and Third, together, and have been hearing them mentioned in the same sentences, since...
Gnarls Barkley - [Who's Gonna Save My Soul]--- It's time for bed, and it's not all bad: Third, at Trivia. amazingmrparker won a full-colour copy of House of Leaves. And i just realised the Many, serious, deep, horrifying waysin which that book is going to Freak. Him. Out. Good luck, sir.
Got a rather large "shot" of Jägermeister, with dinner. Good times with people, good rapport, pleasant company.
Certainly a dynamic of past and present on which to think.
Good night.
current mood: Getting very tired.
current music: Gnarls Barkley - [She Knows]
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| Tuesday, May 13th, 2008
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5:14 pm - Ride through the city, tonight. See the city's ripped insides...
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Lunachicks - [Passenger (Iggy Pop Cover)]--- See the city's ripped insides
Well see the bright and hollow sky
Well see the stars that shine so bright
This song's been coming up a lot, lately...
Oingo Boingo - [Gratitude]--- How are you all doing, today?
I'm still not so well, interpersonally. I've been a bit reinforcemnet-needy, the past few days. May have something to do with not having a job. Or a combination of many things, properly reflecting the complexity that is the human psyche.
Or maybe i just need some pie...
current mood: still here.
current music: Oingo Boingo - [Gratitude]
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1:10 am - Maslow is missing some criteria.
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| Monday, May 12th, 2008
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10:10 pm - North Carolina People
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If you are in NC, or know anyone who is hiring in NC, e-mail m, if you please.
I've a friend who's looking for work in the Cary, North Carolina area, or Raleigh. 7 years general office work experience, 5 years security work, amazing writer. E-mail me, and I'll get you in touch.
current mood: helping
current music: "The Rip," by Portishead, stuck in my head.
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3:05 pm - Wilkommen
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1:33 pm - Catastrophes and deaths...
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The amount of human deaths due to natural events is on the steady rise, recently. Burma, China, and then here in the US, in Missouri, Oklahoma and Georgia. We're rapidly approaching 200,000 deaths, within the past nine days, with more being tallied, by the day.
Earthquakes, Cyclones, Tornados...
A parannoid would suspect some kind of a super-sonic weather-making device.
Mason: Nah, five deaths is not a disaster. Five's bullshit. 6 to 20, disaster; 21 and up, catastrophe; 8 to 15 is a calamity.
Rube: "7 and under?"
Mason: Thats a crying shame.
current mood: contemplation and quiet awe.
current music: CNN
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9:42 am - Glass Tower
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Dreams of travelling up and down an elevator, in a hotel of over 100 floors. People would get on the elevator and get off the elevator, but I was alwas on it. occassionaly I would float above the floor of the elevator. Being in the elevator, I could even still see the building, the floors, the rooms. The only time I wasn't in the elevator was the very beginning, where me and the charcters from "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia" were trying to confuse the hotel staff and someone staying in a room, by leaving the cardboard place hold inthe key-card slot.
100+ floors, and I travelled all of them, saw them all, while others left, or fell asleep, or got bored, around me... What the hell is that about?
Also, if anyone wants some ("SOME" not "eating all of my goddamn") chicken, or some ribs, or maybe a burger or two. I have a lot of food left over from Saturday.
Just a heads-up.
I'm going to go make some coffee, I think, as well as other morning things.
current mood: waking up
current music: "Open Book" stuck in my head
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| Sunday, May 11th, 2008
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11:38 pm - BSG, episode 'Faith': The Hybrid's Speech.
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This is the most I could get. If anyone has more, gimme gimme gimme.
'... not because it wishies harm, but because it likes violent vibrations to change, constantly. Then shall the maidens rejoice at the dance. Structural integrity of Node Seven restored. Repressurizing. The childred of the one reborn shall find their own country. The intruders swarmed like flame, like the whirlwind. Hope soaring to slaughter all her best against our hulls. Replace internal control regulators 4-19. They'll start growing ripe on us, pretty soon. Compartmentalise integrity conflicts with the obligation to provide access. FTL Synch fault uncorrected. No ceremonies are necessary.
'Then shall the maidens rejoice at the dance. Structural integrity of Node Seven restored. Repressurizing. The childred of the one reborn shall find their own country. End of Line. Reset.
'Track mode monitored malfunction traced. Recharge compressors. Increase the output to 50%. [(All these things are happening and more...) (Assume the relaxation...) (Not because it wishes transfers...) (Link the photons...) ...] Contact is inveitable, leading to information bleed. FTL Synch Fault stands uncorrected. no ceremonies are necessary. Centrifugal force reacts to the rotating frame of reference. The obstinant toy soldier becomes pliant. The city devours the lamb. The people devour the city. Both [...] Assume relaxation of the photons in the sample atmosphere is constant. The intruders swarmed like flame, like the whirlwind. Hope soaring to slaughter all her best against our hulls.
'All these things at once and many more. Not because it wishes harm, but because it likes violent vibrations to change, constantly. Reset. Track mode monitored malfunction traced. . . But you are a spark of God's fire. Core update complete. Threat detection matrix enabled. Dendritic response bypassed. The receiverd dose is altered by the delayed gamma burst. Going Active. Execute. The children of the one reborn shall find their own country. End of Line.'
[12.03am: From pir8m1k3y: http://forums.scifi.com/index.php?showtopic=2307489]
current mood: Prophetic...
current music: Television
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10:15 pm - AntiSocial Networking: Talk to Strangers
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Perfect note, here. Must be willing to talk to the wait-staff, talk to the bank teller. If nothing else it helps make them like you, a bit more, open up to you, and then, when you've built a rapport, maybe you have acquaintances who can help you out in certain areas.
http://antisocialnetworking.uber.com/blogs/Talk_to_Strangers.html
Nina Bargiel is Brilliant, and the more she writes, the more I know she needs to be writing.
Hard not to stray into creepy, when someone seems to connect that well to places in your head, and struggles you've had.
current mood: Pimpin'. Easy and fun.
current music: King of the Hill
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8:43 pm - "Open Book"
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Eyes filled with fire
Wish I was a better liar
It hurts when it's happening, and so I cried
The winter is even colder
I guess that I could have told ya
That I am safe and warm from the hell inside
Come on!
Take me!
Come on!
Make me!
I am an open book
The drum beat of my heart is tribal
Oh, the sweet sound of survival
Shall serenade this forest for ever more
The sun would have to be frozen
For anything out there opposin'
Not to be left in it's own blood on the jungle floor
Come on!
Fight me!
Come on!
Strike me!
I am an open book
An open book
When I sing a song of peace
It soothes a savage beast
Even it understands that I understand, at least
So you mortals must keep this in mind
This is the way I'm designed
And I am no coward
So I'll only die one time.
Come on!
Feel me!
You'll have!
To kill me!
I am an open book, an open book
Come on!
Come on!
©2008 Gnarls Barkley. All Rights
Portishead - [It's a Fire]--- Favourite song on the album, so far; that and "Run (I'm a Natural Disaster)"
David Bowie - [Dead Man Walking]--- There's something about this album that means a lot to me, in the lyrics, the words ont he page, and spoken and sung, but hearing them, with the music, I don't... I don't feel it as much. Certainly not as much as say, "Storm Coming," on St. Elsewhere. I don't know what's up with it, but some of these words mean a lot to me, but the songs, themselves... not so much.
Okay. Simpsons time.
current mood: musical
current music: David Bowie - [Dead Man Walking]
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11:43 am - Today is Mother's Day
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Happy Mother's Day to all the Mothers in the audience.
I did some salt-scrying, last night, came up Runes, and they ran: Sowelu, Hagalaz, Laguz; Inguz, Dagaz, Mannaz; Uruz, Teiwaz, Gebo.
Fun fun.
Portishead - [The Rip]--- The new Portishead album is ridiculously intense. It has this quality of an anticipatory pause, like that feeling when the person you've been pining over finally talks about everything, with you, the intense conversation, the wandering for hours, everything building, and then that space, at the end, then, that pulled close, burning Presence of feeling, of intensity, of Meaning, building toward Something. Every track is like that, and the whole album somehow translates. I don't know how, but it's amazing.
I dreamed about a great manythings, last night. Several of those dreams where, in the dream, you know you'd done something, before, and there were references back to them. lord_of_smoking was driving, from the Vortex, but the midtown one, driving through the country-side, which became driving through middle-class back-road neighbourhoods. (Portishead - [Plastic]). mech_angel and I remembering that we needed to continue some work for some old lady, cleaning up her house. Before that, in the country-side, lord_of_smoking saying that we needed to go back to the circus, because we were out of reading material, out of "Lit'rature."
Getting to the old woman's place, cleaning, fixing, reminding me of Brandon's last house, in a few ways, but combined with some other features of the apartments, to extend and wrap the basement, into a full area. (Portishead - [We Carry On]). There were comics, everywhere. Various issues of the Ultimate Fantastic Four, and I knew that it was because they lived there. The cast of the FF movies, but they were also possessed of their powers, somehow, actually the characters. Me and Reed Richards tickling Jessica Alba/Sue Storm to wake her up. They were all four asleep in one giant bed, somehow, in a corner room. Waking her up, she was only wearing underwear and a t-shirt, and she started hitting on me. I told her I was taken, and she said it was a shame, because I was very cute and sweet, and nice. I told her that if she thought that, then she should meet my girlfriend, because she was even more of the same. She put beige heels on, for some reason, and went out to the room in which mech_angel was doing work, and introduced herself, and I started thinking about music to play, to motivate myself to work.
Weird as hell.
I'm going to go call the mothers in my family, and wish them a Happy Mother's Day.
You all have great days, now. We'll talk soon.
current mood: still waking up.
current music: Portishead - [Deep Water]
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3:27 am - Concept Albums:
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I'm putting together a concept album. A soundtrack, really. I need your help with the additions, because I have a few, but I want to know yours.
The title of the soundtrack is "The Soundtrack to the Consumation of Your Polyamourous True Love: Ménage à Trois"
And... GO!
current mood: getting pretty tired.
current music: varius new Portishead songs, in my head...
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| Saturday, May 10th, 2008
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10:34 pm - Stolen from paosparti
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2:03 pm - Two CDs and a DVD
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Portishead, Third
Gnarls Barkley, The Odd Couple
Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai
Mine now.
current mood: Very pleased
current music: Gnarls Barkley - Charity Case
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9:37 am - I've had almost 10 hours' sleep, now.
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I know it's really late notice, but my graduation cookout's being held at my mom's friend Tammy's house, this afternoon at 4pm.
E-mail me if you can make it, and I'll send directions.
Going to go check on the downstair carpet, which was thoroughly cleaned, yesterday, and so should be well on it's way to drying and useability and usefulness, today.
Good morning, all
current mood: "wake up, wake up, wake up..."
current music: Gnarls Barkley - [Necromancer]
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| Friday, May 9th, 2008
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6:16 am - Altered States
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Ben Folds Five - [Brick]--- This is a bit of an experiement. I haven't done a late night/early morning stream of consciousness thing, in quite some time, and I've been up for what I'm going to call 21 hours, at this point. I have a fairly high level of caffeine in my system, no working toilet, and the determination and need to stay awake until the plumber shows up, first thing in the morning which, hopefully means 6.30 or 7 am. I don't care, as long as it's early. I want them here, I want it fixed, and then I want them gone. What I'm saying, here, is that I'm going to write, here, until I feel that i'm fucking finished. I'm going to go where my head takes me, and move from there, and I dont want any of your TL;DR shit.
Placebo - [Bulletproof Cupid]--- This is what it is. I've been thinking about a lot of things, lately, as you well know. I've been thinking about what it means to be a magician, to say that one practices magic, in this world. greygirlbeast calls Magick "The willful invocation of awe." moonandserpent sees magic as linguistic, psychological, and biologically Present way of attuning oneself to the world, to nature, and building oneself, as well as possible, within those things. (The Legendary Pink Dots - [The Island of Our Dreams]). There are other magicians, here, and I don't know exactly how to classify how they think of magic. How do you think of magic? Anyway, we can talk about that, later, but I want to point to those two, because one is rooted firmly in the efficacy of respect and mental orientation toward our environment, a recognition of that terrible complexity, that random chaos that orders itself, and allows part of itself to examine itself. The other approaches those components from the other direction, seeking to more readily and pragmatically apply the principles, taking that complexity and seeking to recognise that there are places where forces can be exerted to influence and change our perceptions and interpretations of them. Now, unless I've vastly mischaracterised these two positions-- and I'm really fucking sorry, if I have, but it's five in the fucking Morning, and I'm a bit... Wooo-- I want to say that I don't think they are at odds.
Electric Hellfire Club - [South of Heaven]--- Magic, for me, is the complexity of the universe, recognised, applied, dived into, absorbed, sucked into and expelled from oneself, in the effort to continue and expand the cycle of generative complexity that gave birth to itself. Every thing I do, every time I act, while taking as much of the complexity of the universe into account as I possibly can, I better suit and fit the universe. That is not to say that I'm going to do the "right" thing. That is not to say that anything will be right, because everything is right. But it is to say that there is an infinite complexity, or a set of complexity so large as to be so close to infinite as to not matter. If it is, in fact, bound, then we take that into which is bound into acount, and continue outward, yes?
The Smiths - [Shakespeare's Sister]--- But that's be discussed. Magic is the process of actively, responsibly, respectfully engaging this complexity, knowing that any and everything we do will have some effect, but that there is always the law of unintended consequences with which to contend. I cannot always know the end result of my efforts, and I, alone, can only change the universe, so much. My will is great, but I am only a single, embodied entity.
Gorillaz - [Man Research (Clapper)]--- I am, of course, everything, but fuck that. My sensorium is bound, expanded at points, but never flly encapsulating every angle of the infinite. I can't do it. Not and remain myself. Not yet. I have specific needs and wants and preferences that go into making me the person I am. For instance, I want my toilet fixed. I want a job. I want to have specific conversations with certain people. I want my old friends to miss me as much as I miss them. I want more people who understand my motivations, at least 80% of the time, rather than looking at me like I'm a fucking insane person. I prefer the colours black, silver, and red. I take integrity very seriously, whatever that means. I h ave desires that I don't always share, because no one asks the right way, or with the honest intent to know.
Guster - [Demons]--- These are parts of the things that make me (I can process caffeine like water and vitamin-enriched bread), and I like these things. To come to the place where that is only a small, vague part of what I am will be a large change. Obviously. This is why i have such an obsession with Mutual Arrogance, you understand? I Love myself, and it took me a long time to get to the place where I could say that, with certainty. That I could take even all the Bad Wolf/Great Destroyer parts of myself and say "I love that about me, even if it puts me at odds, even if it puts me outside of people, a lot of the time." Because they're me. I love destruction, deconstruction, construction, reconstruction, and neo-classicism/-romanticism. (Snake River Conspiracy - [Homicide]). Why? Because they explore shape and form, they explore building and making yourself what you are and want to be, they take outside forces and contexts and they take internal impetus and will and they meet, in the middle, and they say There You Are. And the more you recognise that, the bits and pieces, the better you are. And I want you to be as fully you as possible, because I think you have the ability to love all of those things about you, as well.
I want you to be an equal partner in this complete fucking thing that is the universe, because when I'm you, I want to be able to as easily recognise how fucking awesome I am, as I am Right Now. do you see the depths and convolutions of this arrogance and selfishness? I extend it all to you, because I make sure that it eventually comes back around to me. It's a sick scheme, all right, but by gods, I'll make sure it works.
Bigdumbface - [Space Adventure]--- So I want everyone to look up and say "Hey. I fucking rock." I want people to look at their flaws, their failings, down through the years, and figure out what they can learn from them, how they can grow, because of them, in spite of them, and I want people to aspire to continually aspire to be more completely Them. I want you to be You, and the best fucking You that you can possibly be. And ther may be some problems with being You, as fully as possible. You may alienate people, friends and family, and shit like that.
Nine Pound Hammer - [800 Miles]--- This is an important question, isn't it? How much is integrity worth? How selfish can you be, in being youself, ruthlessly, unapologetically, fully yourself? We want to think that there are lines that we would never cross, in regards to others. That there are things that we would never do to the people we love, and the people we love want to think that they are immune to the worse parts of our natures. (Save Ferris - [Everything I Want To Be]). We may all be very, very wrong. Think, right now, about someone you love, romantically, platonically, familial, whatever. Now think about something they think you would never do, to them, some emotional hurt, which they think you would never visit upon them. Now think about who and what you are, fully, in every part of yourself. Think about the things that Being You means, and what that will do to the people who hold a certain conception and perception of you, in their minds. In the words of Malcolm Reynolds, "You wanna meet the Real Me, now?"
Coil - [Circles Of Mania]--- I don't know the Real You. Not fully. I don't know who you are, under pressure, when your life is on the line. I don't know who you are, in your private quiet moments, when no one else is there, away from the computer, swirling in your head, licking the edges of your own fractal whorls, to see if it bleeds....
There's an old story which I've never been able to remember where I heard it, but it's an Inuit story, a parable about the dangers of what we think we want. I think it applies, here:
Mystic - [The Life]--- A hunter and her son are out in the tundra, seeking food and pelts for warmth. Upon killing a food animal-- a seal or a carribou; it doesn't matter-- the mother takes her knife and coats it in the animals blood, and she lets it sit. When it is full frozen, she again coats the knife's blade in the blood of the animal, and lets it sit. Again, it freezes and, again, she coats the blade. She does this seven times, and then walks a fair distance from the kill, over a rise and digs a small hole. (The Black Heart Procession - [A Light So Dim]). She sets the knife's hilt in the hole, and covers it with snow and ice, leaving the blood-coated blade sticking straight upward.
Returning to her son, he asks her, "Mother, what are you doing to your knife? Won't someone take it, left out there on the plain?" And the mother silences her son, and directs him to watch, and to wait.
Time passes and, eventually, a wolf comes across the plain, sniffing the air. Quickly, he finds the blade and begins licking off the many coatings of animal blood. The mother and son watch and the son is astonished when, shortly, the animal falls over, dying or dead. His mother rushes over to the animal, and finishes it, and brings it back to begin the task of dressing and skinning it. Her son asks what happened, and she explains:
"The wolf, so desirous of the blood on the blade, continues to lick, long after the prey's blood is gone, and the blade's edge exposed, not realising that it is his own blood he now tastes. Eventually he cuts himself so badly that he bleeds to death."
Restarting the shuffle on the full playlist.
Tori Amos - [Girl]--- I'm still really quite tired, and I still have an indeterminate amount of time, before the plumber shows up.
So very few people on facebook put the full extent of their "How I Know This Person" details, on their profiles. I can't decide if this is a good thing, or a terrible thing. Seriously. I love honesty. Transparency. When it's chosen. I don't want to put full details of someone else up, without their consent because maybe I did some things with that person that they don't want other people to know about, you know?
Autechre - [Autriche]--- It's all very complicated. That said (and maybe I'll regret saying this when I've slept, but I doubt it), if you're on the FaceBooks, and you want to give full details of how we know each other, sordid or no, you go ahead...
But I guess that's what the approval mechanism is for, on there, huh?
I'm also in a confessional kind of mood. I will not absolve you of your sins, however, so much as encourage you to do them, again, but this time put your Back into it.
This is somewhere in the area of six pages long. No I'm not going to LJ Cut. I have the distinct feeling that most of you are just going to skip past this, anyway, so whatever.
I'm going to go, now.
current mood: bleargh? Bluh.
current music: Autechre - [Autriche]
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