Posts Tagged ‘ boring ’
c’mon, that sentence is fucking Awesome!!! tell me you see it? huh? tell me? apparently attributable to fuller, but i haven’t taken the time to research it yet (i came across it in the illuminatus! trilogy). if nobody says anything i’m going to go off on a rant about it… so for pity’s sake, tell me that you get it.
i sat down, and thought i had something to say just about when these dogs started playing and barking and crying and barking and running and jumping and barking and growling. It figures. it seems like every time i have something i want to say i manage to drown it out in meaningless trivialities. Words without purpose and sentences un-aimed. just shots in the dark. well, shots at the light, anyway. i write everything i care about in one sitting, usually one draft. but i speak like i write, which means that there’s a lot of shit that needs to be deleted before you hear it, and a lot of shit that you never hear because i forget it before i finish my sentence. everything seems so obvious until you realize that nothing is in fact perfect (even me… i am continuouslyamazed by this) and that actually Doing those things which you desire is damn near impossible. Or a piece of cake. actually, i’m pretty sure it’s neither.
in case you can’t tell, i still can’t figure out what i want to say, or to whom.
brandon hasn’t had any luck foregoing the search for permanence in a sea of change.
postscript: this was not written in one sitting, or one draft. take that as you will.
as of now i bore myself. [apparently i don't know how to have fun either]
i went to the bathroom to take a piss, and upon lifting the toilet i released a fly from his ignoble imprisonment. as soon as that happened i felt a great sense of peace and well-being, like i had finally done something good and worthwhile. it was at that point that i realized i have serious issues which i really, really need to work out
ok, you know that feeling, where you have to go to the bathroom, but you’re ok because you’re on your way home and it’ll be a little while, but you know you can make it. but then you get near your house and you realize that you’re going to be able to go soon, and all of a sudden you can’t hold it any more, and you need to go RIGHT NOW!!! … ? well, love’s kinda like that. apparently. [time has passed and i didn't get relief... i'm not exactly sure what the amorous equivalent of pissing your pants is]
i think i would liketo write a book about (or set in, technically) a dystopia where knowledge is valued as the highest good (the way brave new world valued happiness and used science to maintain it, and 1984 valued power and used propaganda to maintain it). i’m not sure what the means used to procure and maintain knowledge should be… i would like to work meditation in somehow, since it too (as a technology) can succumb to the distortions (w?) of man’s psyche. we don’t seem to have a real equivalent/replacement for the old gods (psychology/science/industrialization) that were worshipped at the beginning of the last century… computers are coming in, but they change a little too quickly for them to make good sci-fi, they might have stabilized by the time i get around to writing the book (although i doubt it, there aren’t any real predictions for a slowing of the growth of their computing power, just a couple of doomsday theory-esque claims made by a few on the outskirts of the scientific community). and computers do deal pretty closely with knowledge… it might be interesting to see if i could write that kind of book without getting into any serious epistemology or metaphysics (stick purely to political/humanistic concerns and topics)… maybe… i could see that creating a world where an interesting story could take place.
The U.S. Supreme court basically defined obscenity by saying “i know it when i see it” … jury’s are supposed to decide if things are obscene by saying whether something offends the standards of their community. that’s how it is decided if pornographers should go to jail or not. i finally found a real definition for obscenity, and i couldn’t be happier: “the concept of the obscene is identical with the concept of those actions, representations, works, or states which display an exercise of bodily or personal function which in certain circumstances constitutes an abuse of that function, as dictated by standards in which one has invested self-esteem, so that the supposed abuse of function is regarded as a demeaning object of self-contempt and self-disgust” -David J. Richards. It’s obviously still subjective, but at least it is significantly more clear and precise than “does that offend you?”.
for some reason i’ve taken to editing my profile onlywhen incredibly tired or diseased or in some other way in some alternate state of mind. i’m not sure whether this provides you, the viewer, with a greater or a lesser image of my psyche. (also, i think i prefer loggging my thoughts in a manner which does not involve random stranger’s ability to read them) [in other words, that's the end of this particular blog]