Sunday, April 13, 2014
Bob Shaw Quote
"I can make neutrons dance to a new tune, but I shrink from telling a human tick to fasten onto someone else." -Bob Shaw; 'Ground Zero Man'
Monday, April 7, 2014
Bitchy Post
Yeah, another typing exercise. Take it for what it's worth.
For anyone in the future who is wondering what its like to interact with people in 2014, let me give you a mental picture. Something that will make the whole experience come into perspective. Put your head into a blender of soul-boring trivia and personal blanditude, and press "whirl". Yeah, it's not a pretty experience, and one that I'd spare you from if I could. But you're from the future, so your chance of actually interacting face-to-face with someone from the past is probably pretty small. So time has come in handy in this one interest at least. But if you ever start thinking that you're missing out on an experience of some entertainment, let me remove the scales from your eyes, as it were. Talking with people in my time isn't that great. It's just dull.
You see, for one thing, most media seems to think that when two people talk to each other they are sharing information which leaves the two affected parties improved in some way. They are talking about experiences which are shared, or not. They are discussing ideas or values which they both hold, or which are presented to each other in ways that make them more clearly understood. All well and good, right? I mean, afterall this is the purpose of communication in the first place. And if that was actually what was transpiring at least 50 percent of the time, then communication would be a rewarding hobby.
But here's the scoop. 99.95% of what is discussed when two people get together in my time is not illuminating. It's boring.
I should mention right now that as I'm typing this, Kirstie is watching a YouTube rehash of an old nicolodeon show which was cancelled about 10 years ago for lack of popularity. It's Garcia-something-or-other. Yeah, it's bad. But still not as bad as talking with my neighbors.
For anyone in the future who is wondering what its like to interact with people in 2014, let me give you a mental picture. Something that will make the whole experience come into perspective. Put your head into a blender of soul-boring trivia and personal blanditude, and press "whirl". Yeah, it's not a pretty experience, and one that I'd spare you from if I could. But you're from the future, so your chance of actually interacting face-to-face with someone from the past is probably pretty small. So time has come in handy in this one interest at least. But if you ever start thinking that you're missing out on an experience of some entertainment, let me remove the scales from your eyes, as it were. Talking with people in my time isn't that great. It's just dull.
You see, for one thing, most media seems to think that when two people talk to each other they are sharing information which leaves the two affected parties improved in some way. They are talking about experiences which are shared, or not. They are discussing ideas or values which they both hold, or which are presented to each other in ways that make them more clearly understood. All well and good, right? I mean, afterall this is the purpose of communication in the first place. And if that was actually what was transpiring at least 50 percent of the time, then communication would be a rewarding hobby.
But here's the scoop. 99.95% of what is discussed when two people get together in my time is not illuminating. It's boring.
I should mention right now that as I'm typing this, Kirstie is watching a YouTube rehash of an old nicolodeon show which was cancelled about 10 years ago for lack of popularity. It's Garcia-something-or-other. Yeah, it's bad. But still not as bad as talking with my neighbors.
A Record of the Times
This post is going to ramble a bit, and there is a good reason for that. This is a typing exercise more than anything else. I've been jumping between projects for the past few months, and so haven't had the time I'd like to post as much as previous weeks. This is giving large gaps in this narrative, but that can't be helped. Projects pay the bills, which allow me internet access, and therefore requre me to give them preference no matter what the soul prefers. That's it in a nutshell.
I've noticed that one of the things I really regret about not blogging is that somewhere in the mix I might be forgetting or omitting information which later would be interesting to readers. When I'm reading any historical accounts, it's always a kick to see what the author put in the record unintentionally. Those are the details that really make a history come alive. When author so-and-so writes about how this governor or that leader enacted a law, it bores me to tears. But when they also mention that the leader ate raw fish as was customary at every session of parlament, suddenly the account gets juicy.
And this is merely a way to say that when I'm writing about the day to day life of 2014, there might be something that people in the future would find fascinating and should be recorded, but was ultimately denied because I had to do laundry, or wash a car, or pick up someone at the airport. I guess there isn't much of a way around this. These things are eternal to some extent. For every perception altering detail, there is someone who wants to tell me about the cool thing their cousin can do with his toes, or the daughter of their boss who holds a record for fastest potato peeler in the SouthWest.
I've noticed that one of the things I really regret about not blogging is that somewhere in the mix I might be forgetting or omitting information which later would be interesting to readers. When I'm reading any historical accounts, it's always a kick to see what the author put in the record unintentionally. Those are the details that really make a history come alive. When author so-and-so writes about how this governor or that leader enacted a law, it bores me to tears. But when they also mention that the leader ate raw fish as was customary at every session of parlament, suddenly the account gets juicy.
And this is merely a way to say that when I'm writing about the day to day life of 2014, there might be something that people in the future would find fascinating and should be recorded, but was ultimately denied because I had to do laundry, or wash a car, or pick up someone at the airport. I guess there isn't much of a way around this. These things are eternal to some extent. For every perception altering detail, there is someone who wants to tell me about the cool thing their cousin can do with his toes, or the daughter of their boss who holds a record for fastest potato peeler in the SouthWest.
Saturday, April 5, 2014
ATalentForRaw Website... Gone!
Well, the website is gone from the web right now. It will be back, but not after I do a fresh Joomla reinstall. I came across a template that I liked much better than the previous incarnation, but getting it to be recognized on bluehost was becoming a problem. I finally just wiped the whole thing out thinking that it would be easier to start from scratch than have to force the database to be recognized.
So it's gone, but I'm going to put it back as quick as I can!
So it's gone, but I'm going to put it back as quick as I can!
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