Jan. 22nd, 2006

kleenexwoman: A caricature of me looking future-y.  (Salvation in a spray can)
I said I'd write about snails and kittens.

I present to you the cyclops kitty. For the somewhat squeamish: It's a kitten with one large dark eyeball instead of two. [livejournal.com profile] ghostgecko alerted me to its existence.
The weird thing is that to me, this kitten does not appear all that horribly deformed. It just kind of looks like a kitten with one eye, or an alien of some sort. Like it would be totally OK and functional in an environment where only having one eye would be an evolutionary advantage. (I actually tried to figure out an environment where this would work, and came to the conclusion that this is impossible in a three-dimensional universe.)

This was kind of the cap of something that gelled my worldview. See, for a while I'd been working on two very different, but not contradictory, philosophies:
1) Philip K. Dick and H.P. Lovecraft were right, and the universe isn't the way we think it is, and what's behind it is scary as hell and doesn't care about you;
2) Crispin Glover and Danny & Tim were right, and strange things are beautiful and strange people are strong, despite appearing ugly or weak.
These are wild simplifications of philosophies that I've been building up in myself for a few years. This is partially because I never really had a coherent worldview before that wasn't based on the thought, "My Hebrew school teachers are going to make me breathe mustard gas," and partially because I started paying very intense attention to these people, their work, their philosophies, and the people that loved them and emulated them, during a period of time (the first year or so of college) that I was developing intellectually in a way that I never had before. I probably latched onto these because they reflected and clarified what was already a semi-defined worldview formed from my own philosophical quandaries and insecurities left over from middle school and high school.

I woke up at 6 AM yesterday morning and suddenly realized (or maybe remembered) what the question was that I'd been asking all along. It's not "what is the nature of reality?", because that's far too vague of a question to have any meaningful answer. It's "Why are there things that are different?" Which is a really clumsy way to put it. Let's see: "Why do things deviate from the norm? Why is the universe not a perfectly ordered, perfectly logical machine in which organisms are generated, live out their functions, and quietly terminate without ever having encountered any obstacles or glitches?" In a completely mechanistic, logical universe, this would be how it works.

Great, thanks for pointing that out, Rachel. Good to know that you're trying to justify your morbid interest in cyclopean felines by turning it into a grand theological question. What's the point?

I figured out an answer that combines my two pet worldviews, my deep underlying question, and works as a metaphor and a sort of serenely paranoid myth-story about reality at the same time. Also it slices and dices and makes coffee.

The myth-story is this:
We see a fairly normal, pleasant world, one in which we can live, one in which things happen according to certain rules. The ohh-so-horrible reality consists of quantum uncertainty, essence of R'Leyh and horrific Lovecraftian monsters to the thousandth power, a shifting chaos that a mind used to the order of this world would recoil from. The illusion exists because it must, and the reality because it does. The reality breaks through the illusion in the form of defects, entropy, deformities, monsters, diseases. It is by realizing the beauty and interest inherent in these things that we can slowly accept the chaotic reality behind the illusion.

You can ignore the above if you like. It's really just a very dramatic version of what I think is a fairly reasonable way to look at things, which is the really important part of this entry:
Generally, we're told that the world is a fairly logical place, where things are supposed to work, or even strive towards a Platonic ideal of function and form, and that if they do not do this, then there is something wrong. This is an illusion; the reality is that the universe is indifferent to human ideas of beauty or perfection. A glitch or a flaw is not wrong, but merely different, a kind of experiment thrown up by chaos for no reason other than that it can be; it may be a dead end, but it may also even lead to a new ideal, more beautiful or stronger in turn than what it displaced.

That's what makes sense to me. That's really what I've been asking for such a long time.

I feel absolutely fantastic. I'm going to bed.
kleenexwoman: A caricature of me looking future-y.  (Forty-Two.)
This is the non-philosophy post for today. I was thinking of making a "Rachel's grandiose theory of the day" filter, but I don't think I'll really need one after today. At least, I hope I don't. See the post before this for why I think I may have actually gotten everything figured out for the moment.

Stuff that happened today: My mom E-mailed to tell me that she had two tickets to "Wicked" on June 11th, and that the world ending would not prevent us from going. I'm excited, because I liked the book and Mom likes "Wizard of Oz," and it's sort of cool when someone, even your mom, is that excited to go with you to see something.
I really need to call her. Monday, after dinner, I call Mom and Dad. They'll be home then.

Spent 12 solid hours RPing today. Went to Jen's house to play Seventh Sea, which is sort of a Renaissance-era pan-European game, except with thinly-veiled versions of various Europeans countries, and also various types of magic. I got to be an Italian Fate Witch who dressed up as a hag, which was hella fun. I do a really terrible Italian accent. It's recognizable as Italian in the same way that frozen pizza is recognizable as Italian. RP accents don't have to be good, though; they're just placeholders, like cardboard cutouts of swords. The important thing is that you make an effort.
Vampire made me very, very tired. Lots of fights that I wasn't part of. Lots of people trying to scare each other. Went till midnight. Much stress on the high-status people. One girl got a stomachache because of the unrelenting politics and action. Poor thing.

Memes. Fine, I'll give up and call them memes, are you happy?

TEN SIGNS YOU ARE READING A FANFIC BY KLEENEXWOMAN

10. There is a reference to at least one science fiction book or story whose author died long before the author of the fic was even born.
9. The title and summary is from the most obscure song by a fairly well-known artist that the author could possibly find, she being too lazy to make up her own goddamn titles.
8. There is a gratuitous rant about music, be it the shoddy state of the industry today or the greatness of an album that the author found in her dad's basement on LP.
7. The plot revolves around the ingestion of small blue objects that seriously alter the main character's perception of the universe.
6. Philip K. Dick makes a surprise appearance. You'd think that Philip K. Dick would be more aware that the author is using him in so many cameos.

That's all I could think of. Does anyone who actually reads the pretentious meandering that I call "fanfic" have any others?

OTHER TOP NUMBER MEME
Give me a "Top Five Things" to make a list of. Favorite flavors of jellybean, worst possible places to go on vacation, diseases I'd like to contract, whatever. Maybe I'll make a poem out of it, 'cause I'm not getting anything new written as it is.
kleenexwoman: A caricature of me looking future-y.  (Shoot the bitch and write a book.)
I think I've forgotten how to write original fiction. I haven't really made up characters in a long time. I envy those who can. Eh, that's ok--fanfiction is artistically satisfying for me. I don't really need to make myself write original stuff, just so I can feel like I'm contributing something to the F.C., or to make myself feel like a real, serious writer. So I don't have anything I think is good enough even to submit to the Central Review. So what? So I'm never going to get published. So what? It should be enough that other people do, and can.

Here's a picture of me. [livejournal.com profile] vicfitz82 took it:

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