Theme of Themes
Whenever I sit down to write something for public consumption (such as this LiveJournal), I am constantly forced to edit my remarks, to shorten them into soundbytes that will catch the eye of a reader and perhaps keep them long enough to read the entire comment.
I know that people, indeed even myself, are lazy when it comes to reading. They'd prefer that I break this page up into short four line paragraphs instead of forty line paragraphs, they'd prefer my sentences average 10 or so words instead of 30, they'd prefer that I don't write a dissertation exceeding 1,000 words (assuming I can even get them to hang around to read only that, many people will stop after the first sentence).
What does this mean? This post is ultimately shorter then the entire thought in my head, the last post was cut down and excluded at least 2,000 words of content because I felt that it was either repetitious to a casual reader, or simply not interesting enough to provide in the post.
When I sit to write, I need to pick a theme, something to write about. There are many themes in my mind to write about. Tonight I wanted to write about my design theories and after reading an acquaintance's LiveJournal I also felt the need to express my philosophies concerning the definition and expectations of friendship. Both of these had to be put aside for me to write about writing, since attempting to write about multiple themes at once would make this a very conjointed essay.
I have a lot of themes of my thoughts; I blame them for the reason that I write so much. I have a tendency to dwell upon a topic of interest for an exceptional amount of time, wrestling it in my head in a locked debate of the will.
These arguments become themes in my writing simply because I'm constantly attempting to spill everything thought that crosses my mind down upon paper. It’s a stream of consciousness effect that results in some surprisingly good and crappy works of writing.
This is also my hubris; these themes tend to monopolize my everyday thoughts, trapping me eternally in a daydream in which the outer world simply walks by unnoticed. To interact with the outside world requires my conscious will to pull myself out of the dream and into reality to interact with those around me.
But they are such nice theme's to debate, and all completely unanswerable, which explains their entrapment effect: “Would the United States Military Be Capable of Stopping A Rebellion?”, “How About A Land Invasion?”, “What's Up With Copyright and Patent Law?, “My Design Theories”, “Friendship”, “Love”, “Religion”, “Maturity”, “Public Domain”, “Damasca”, “The Future”, “The Past”, “The Null Existence of Anything Except the Present”, “Aristotle”, “Plato”, “Success”. Sure many of these are one-word things, but they can be built upon, expanded, you can never plunder the full depths of any of these topics, you can only ponder them, ponder them forever.
I know that people, indeed even myself, are lazy when it comes to reading. They'd prefer that I break this page up into short four line paragraphs instead of forty line paragraphs, they'd prefer my sentences average 10 or so words instead of 30, they'd prefer that I don't write a dissertation exceeding 1,000 words (assuming I can even get them to hang around to read only that, many people will stop after the first sentence).
What does this mean? This post is ultimately shorter then the entire thought in my head, the last post was cut down and excluded at least 2,000 words of content because I felt that it was either repetitious to a casual reader, or simply not interesting enough to provide in the post.
When I sit to write, I need to pick a theme, something to write about. There are many themes in my mind to write about. Tonight I wanted to write about my design theories and after reading an acquaintance's LiveJournal I also felt the need to express my philosophies concerning the definition and expectations of friendship. Both of these had to be put aside for me to write about writing, since attempting to write about multiple themes at once would make this a very conjointed essay.
I have a lot of themes of my thoughts; I blame them for the reason that I write so much. I have a tendency to dwell upon a topic of interest for an exceptional amount of time, wrestling it in my head in a locked debate of the will.
These arguments become themes in my writing simply because I'm constantly attempting to spill everything thought that crosses my mind down upon paper. It’s a stream of consciousness effect that results in some surprisingly good and crappy works of writing.
This is also my hubris; these themes tend to monopolize my everyday thoughts, trapping me eternally in a daydream in which the outer world simply walks by unnoticed. To interact with the outside world requires my conscious will to pull myself out of the dream and into reality to interact with those around me.
But they are such nice theme's to debate, and all completely unanswerable, which explains their entrapment effect: “Would the United States Military Be Capable of Stopping A Rebellion?”, “How About A Land Invasion?”, “What's Up With Copyright and Patent Law?, “My Design Theories”, “Friendship”, “Love”, “Religion”, “Maturity”, “Public Domain”, “Damasca”, “The Future”, “The Past”, “The Null Existence of Anything Except the Present”, “Aristotle”, “Plato”, “Success”. Sure many of these are one-word things, but they can be built upon, expanded, you can never plunder the full depths of any of these topics, you can only ponder them, ponder them forever.