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kleenexwomanI'm tired of writing up long-ass entries squeeing about how great LARPing was, so I'm probably not going to do it anymore. I think there are about 3 people on my whole F-list who really care, anyway, so you're spared that.
Alpha Mel left in a fit of pique, so we got a new alpha. Our new alpha, Asher, brought in cupcakes for us. Warrior died fighting a giant spider, came back as an Italian Buddhist monk with a snotty attitude. I got to bite said giant spider, and everyone was surprised because I seldom go out and fight in LARP, since my characters are brainy little wimps. Lost my character sheets, and Andrea is going to help me make up new ones.
It occurs to me that I haven't been writing or thinking anything particularly interesting or deep lately. No new ideas. No sudden revelations about old ones. I mean, general philosophical ideas about Life or, you know, people, or whatever.
Like, I was going to write out a post about bio class and Intelligent Design and proof and God and science and atheism and agnosticism and belief and solipsism and other things along those lines, and I had a grand old time debating my main points with myself while in the shower.
I told Warren Ellis this true story instead. (I did leave out the part about robots, purple monsters speaking gibberish, and the Bride of Re-Animator, because it was kind of long for a comment as it is.) (It was his Open Mike Night, so don't think I am into the habit of sending random celebrities odd, half-remembered stories about my childhood. I'm not, unless they ask.)
But no, no profundity for you just today.
WHY?
I think my brain is saving this shit up for my stories. I've gotten a spate of of Insights into a very old story idea lately. It's like gestation, and it's ready to be born.
WHEN?
Monday! YES! We have a day off! I'm going to write! I'm also going to call my mom, mail out a package, and do my laundry. REMIND ME TO DO THIS STUFF.
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spacematchbook isn't going that great. Fits and starts. Shrug. Maybe this one will help it along.
The ending depresses the hell out of me, because it doesn't end the way most stories do. Actually, no, that's why it doesn't depress the hell out of me. I have so many stories that end that way.
Anyway, the point is that Big Ideas go better in my stories than they do in my LJ. If you disagree, now is the time to speak up and demand that I write fluff or a philosophical treatise on quantum semiotics (a subject which I thought I made up just now in order to be deliberately obtuse and pretentious, but which Google informs me does actually exist. WHAT)
Quote: "A basic axiom of quantum semiotics states that large number of observations of political spin in a meaning system creates a heightened entropy that can ultimately lead to collapse of a discourse system." Oh. Also this. Something about this paper stirs strange emotions in me, but fuck if I can figure out why. Actually, 5.1 Quantum Semiotics, Link Theory, Co-Relation does. (Page search. Yay.)
"Signs are not constituted at the object level, but in an open-ended infinite sign process (semiosis). In sign processes, the arrow of time can run in both directions: from the past through the present to the future, or the other way around, from the future to the present. Signs carry the future (intentions, desires, needs, ideals, etc., all of a nature different from what is given, i.e., all in the range of a final cause) into the present and thus allow us to derive a coherent image of the universe."
I enjoy this paragraph in a way that has absolutely nothing to do with the information contained within, and has everything to do with the way the information is conveyed. Simple words, each of which I know the meaning of, separately (apart from "semiosis", which is parenthetical in the original text anyway), arranged into certain patterns in a type of philosophical code, from which those not used to thinking in those word patterns can glean only the nature of the information, and not the information itself; the nature of the information being something possibly world-shaking (for the person reading it), and possibly very dangerous as well. The idea that something as basic and shared as a word can mean such very, very different things in this very special context to certain people. I don't want to crack the code, I just want to think about what the existence of the code means.
Yeah, so that's a Big Thought (or gives the appearance of one) that I'm not putting into a story just yet. Although it has potential.
Anyway, it's the same reason I like listening to Nautical Almanac or reading Jack Master's Blog, or why I'm enjoying the explanation of Hesiod's Theogony so much. I think. No, that's not it, but it evokes the same emotional response in me, so it may very likely involve the same type of reasoning.
This actually wasn't the point of this entry, which was originally to express some kind of emotion. I forget which kind. I get sidetracked very easily in the wee hours of the morning. I'm sure I'll remember it quite passionately tomorrow and make a post about it, so watch for that or something.
Alpha Mel left in a fit of pique, so we got a new alpha. Our new alpha, Asher, brought in cupcakes for us. Warrior died fighting a giant spider, came back as an Italian Buddhist monk with a snotty attitude. I got to bite said giant spider, and everyone was surprised because I seldom go out and fight in LARP, since my characters are brainy little wimps. Lost my character sheets, and Andrea is going to help me make up new ones.
It occurs to me that I haven't been writing or thinking anything particularly interesting or deep lately. No new ideas. No sudden revelations about old ones. I mean, general philosophical ideas about Life or, you know, people, or whatever.
Like, I was going to write out a post about bio class and Intelligent Design and proof and God and science and atheism and agnosticism and belief and solipsism and other things along those lines, and I had a grand old time debating my main points with myself while in the shower.
I told Warren Ellis this true story instead. (I did leave out the part about robots, purple monsters speaking gibberish, and the Bride of Re-Animator, because it was kind of long for a comment as it is.) (It was his Open Mike Night, so don't think I am into the habit of sending random celebrities odd, half-remembered stories about my childhood. I'm not, unless they ask.)
But no, no profundity for you just today.
WHY?
I think my brain is saving this shit up for my stories. I've gotten a spate of of Insights into a very old story idea lately. It's like gestation, and it's ready to be born.
WHEN?
Monday! YES! We have a day off! I'm going to write! I'm also going to call my mom, mail out a package, and do my laundry. REMIND ME TO DO THIS STUFF.
spacematchbook isn't going that great. Fits and starts. Shrug. Maybe this one will help it along. The ending depresses the hell out of me, because it doesn't end the way most stories do. Actually, no, that's why it doesn't depress the hell out of me. I have so many stories that end that way.
Anyway, the point is that Big Ideas go better in my stories than they do in my LJ. If you disagree, now is the time to speak up and demand that I write fluff or a philosophical treatise on quantum semiotics (a subject which I thought I made up just now in order to be deliberately obtuse and pretentious, but which Google informs me does actually exist. WHAT)
Quote: "A basic axiom of quantum semiotics states that large number of observations of political spin in a meaning system creates a heightened entropy that can ultimately lead to collapse of a discourse system." Oh. Also this. Something about this paper stirs strange emotions in me, but fuck if I can figure out why. Actually, 5.1 Quantum Semiotics, Link Theory, Co-Relation does. (Page search. Yay.)
"Signs are not constituted at the object level, but in an open-ended infinite sign process (semiosis). In sign processes, the arrow of time can run in both directions: from the past through the present to the future, or the other way around, from the future to the present. Signs carry the future (intentions, desires, needs, ideals, etc., all of a nature different from what is given, i.e., all in the range of a final cause) into the present and thus allow us to derive a coherent image of the universe."
I enjoy this paragraph in a way that has absolutely nothing to do with the information contained within, and has everything to do with the way the information is conveyed. Simple words, each of which I know the meaning of, separately (apart from "semiosis", which is parenthetical in the original text anyway), arranged into certain patterns in a type of philosophical code, from which those not used to thinking in those word patterns can glean only the nature of the information, and not the information itself; the nature of the information being something possibly world-shaking (for the person reading it), and possibly very dangerous as well. The idea that something as basic and shared as a word can mean such very, very different things in this very special context to certain people. I don't want to crack the code, I just want to think about what the existence of the code means.
Yeah, so that's a Big Thought (or gives the appearance of one) that I'm not putting into a story just yet. Although it has potential.
Anyway, it's the same reason I like listening to Nautical Almanac or reading Jack Master's Blog, or why I'm enjoying the explanation of Hesiod's Theogony so much. I think. No, that's not it, but it evokes the same emotional response in me, so it may very likely involve the same type of reasoning.
This actually wasn't the point of this entry, which was originally to express some kind of emotion. I forget which kind. I get sidetracked very easily in the wee hours of the morning. I'm sure I'll remember it quite passionately tomorrow and make a post about it, so watch for that or something.
