Un-Sober musings after a night of watching old BSG episodes:
I actually wrote this at 2am last Monday and didn't think to post it (since I so rarely post anything) until now.
There is a subtle sameness to SciFi and Fantasy. Through different mechanism they show us the same suspicion of our own capacity. The shift, or schism, in our portrayal of our suspicion reveals our shift in the identity of our weakness. Humanity was once believed to be betrayed by the forces that be and is now believed to be betrayed by the forces we are capable of. It is modern paradigms that both of these weakness are both of these weaknesses are paradigms of their own age?>. Our modern trust in the paradigm in the Progress of Informatics, or Technology, is parallel to our decaying trust in the paradigm of fatalism. So if we can neither resign to fate or to ourselves what is it which governs and compels us. What are we left with in between?
Then I started rambling about my family god knows if it means anything, I'll just it post it since its of no consequence.
My brother went out tonight. He snuck out of the house on a School Night after dad told me today that he was wondering if he should pay for Scott to go to Northern, or even be excited by it, since Scott just seems to want to party. I told Scott took me about a half hour between his text asking the best way to sneak out of the house and me calling him back to tell him not to. I think he can make better choices but he just doesn’t have the perspective yet. . . am I being nieve and just hoping for the best, because I want to believe the best of him because he’s my Brother? I’m being a little dramatic but I really worry, I feel like I’m responsible for his outcome somehow.
Dad must still be readjusting to feeling like he had failed as a Father, thinking he had really fucked on me it has to take a lot to readjust and think that maybe he did ok and he isn’t a complete fuck up as a dad…. Or maybe he never blamed himself I just did? Maybe I’m projecting onto him my own delayed reaction in thinking that I’m just a complete failure, maybe we’re daughter and father and we really do feel the same way about it because our opinions are so easily and blindly manipulated and impacted by the others that it is nearly imposable to separate from my feelings his and visa versa no matter what. Maybe that’s why kids are important because you can really get no closer to someone you aren’t related to then by sharing that same amount of connection and impact (and impact from that person) through and with one person (the child).
Bad fiction is the kind we have to project our own emotion into to make relevant to us; Good fiction is what project its emotion into us.
There is a subtle sameness to SciFi and Fantasy. Through different mechanism they show us the same suspicion of our own capacity. The shift, or schism, in our portrayal of our suspicion reveals our shift in the identity of our weakness. Humanity was once believed to be betrayed by the forces that be and is now believed to be betrayed by the forces we are capable of. It is modern paradigms that both of these weakness are both of these weaknesses are paradigms of their own age?>. Our modern trust in the paradigm in the Progress of Informatics, or Technology, is parallel to our decaying trust in the paradigm of fatalism. So if we can neither resign to fate or to ourselves what is it which governs and compels us. What are we left with in between?
Then I started rambling about my family god knows if it means anything, I'll just it post it since its of no consequence.
My brother went out tonight. He snuck out of the house on a School Night after dad told me today that he was wondering if he should pay for Scott to go to Northern, or even be excited by it, since Scott just seems to want to party. I told Scott took me about a half hour between his text asking the best way to sneak out of the house and me calling him back to tell him not to. I think he can make better choices but he just doesn’t have the perspective yet. . . am I being nieve and just hoping for the best, because I want to believe the best of him because he’s my Brother? I’m being a little dramatic but I really worry, I feel like I’m responsible for his outcome somehow.
Dad must still be readjusting to feeling like he had failed as a Father, thinking he had really fucked on me it has to take a lot to readjust and think that maybe he did ok and he isn’t a complete fuck up as a dad…. Or maybe he never blamed himself I just did? Maybe I’m projecting onto him my own delayed reaction in thinking that I’m just a complete failure, maybe we’re daughter and father and we really do feel the same way about it because our opinions are so easily and blindly manipulated and impacted by the others that it is nearly imposable to separate from my feelings his and visa versa no matter what. Maybe that’s why kids are important because you can really get no closer to someone you aren’t related to then by sharing that same amount of connection and impact (and impact from that person) through and with one person (the child).
Bad fiction is the kind we have to project our own emotion into to make relevant to us; Good fiction is what project its emotion into us.