Since I Gave up Hope I Feel a Lot Better

I’ve been looking for a song to serve as a soundtrack for these musings, for this week. All the old standards just didn’t suffice. But then it came to me.

Here lies the answer and end to the quest.

Bad
-U2

If you twist and turn away
If you tear yourself in two again
If I could, yes I would
If I could, I would
Let it go
Surrender
Dislocate

If I could throw this
Lifeless lifeline to the wind
Leave this heart of clay
See you walk, walk away
Into the night
And through the rain
Into the half-light
And through the flame

If I could through myself
Set your spirit free
I’d lead your heart away
See you break, break away
Into the light
And to the day

To let it go
And so to fade away
To let it go
And so fade away

I’m wide awake
I’m wide awake
Wide awake
I’m not sleeping
Oh, no, no, no

If you should ask then maybe they’d
Tell you what I would say
True colors fly in blue and black
Bruised silken sky and burning flag
Colors crash, collide in blood shot eyes

If I could, you know I would
If I could, I would
Let it go…

This desperation
Dislocation
Separation
Condemnation
Revelation
In temptation
Isolation
Desolation
Let it go

And so fade away
To let it go
And so fade away
To let it go
And so to fade away

I’m wide awake
I’m wide awake
Wide awake
I’m not sleeping…

Time Stand Still

Damn these blogs. Behold our fossil record. My words, a decade old, frozen in the amber of Usenet. I am not one to take photographs, preserving time. I believe in the sacredness of the moment, a soul that cannot be captured. So I do not write for the sake of preserving my thoughts, but the mechanism preserves them even so.

In thinking about how we have timeshifted ourselves in blogs, I realized that some people timeshift *me* in their minds, interacting with an archived version of myself.

There is a version that has never done drugs or gone to bed with strange women.

There is a version that is still a childhood friend.

There is a version that is still in love with her.

There is a version that has not grown, learned and healed.

There is a version where there is still a tower.

And then there’s Me. I’m standing over here. Put that thing down and look.

“Acceptance of Loss”

You stupid fuck.

-Ro.

Isn’t it ironic?

I notice that many responses to my blogs are from people who don’t identify themselves or who use different names. Sometimes they change the name they use. All these different names and people. And *I’m* the one who has to post in a consistent voice with a single name?! It’s like I’ve manifested my internal state on the blog, like my internal world will always reach out to impact the external one.

An Analogy

How can I devise an analogy to discuss the matter at hand?

Let us say that there is a unicorn and a boy and they love each other very much. The boy enjoys spending time with the unicorn, walking and talking long into the night. The boy has only met this one unicorn and is pretty certain that she is the only one. The unicorn has special understanding as only unicorns have and the boy has come to treasure this.

One day the unicorn says, “I love you as a unicorn loves a boy and I cannot love you any other way, for that is the nature of unicorns. But you love me as a boy loves a girl, something I will never be.”

The boy is happy loving the unicorn. He does not know how one *ought* to love a unicorn, he just knows that he does love one. He knows that he is happiest when loving the unicorn and loving girls has never made him very happy.

The unicorn says, “You should look within yourself and find the reason why you love me when you know I can never love you as a girl would. Do not stop looking until you learn something unflattering about yourself.”

What is the flaw in the unicorn’s request? I think it is that last part, the part that assumes there must be something flawed at the center of the love. The unicorn later clarified that perhaps there are good things underneath the flaw, layers of good and bad. But it was the unicorn’s first inclination to suspect something wrong at the core of the boy’s feelings and indeed suggesting the introspection seemed motivated by this suspicion.

There is the immediate temptation to latch on to some undesirable quality within myself merely to satisfy this condition. As if I could return with some lump of personal ugliness in my hands and say “Yes, you were right. Now can we move forward?” So far, everything I have turned up seems false, something that might look ugly enough to satisfy the unicorn, but isn’t truly a factor.

And maybe that points towards the issue: The fact that I even considered digging up ugliness in myself simply because she asked me to, regardless of how untrue to myself that act would be. I’m not saying that I do not take stock of myself, that I do not examine my motivations. But it was the quality of the request and my willingness to undertake it that compromised my integrity. So this is the current, truest bit of ugliness: I am willing to betray my own heart and look for flaws that aren’t there in the hopes that someone might love me. I will compromise my integrity, call it a kind of martyrdom, a sacrifice for love, when I should instead stick to my convictions.

Virtual Unrealities

Certain online communities just freak me right the fuck out. MySpace is at the top of the list. It is full of fear and horror for me. I step in carefully to read Monica’s blog and then flee. Dating sites have a similar vibe. LiveJournal isn’t quite as bad.

But what occurred to me is that the realization of Gibson’s and Stephenson’s cyberspace isn’t 3D virtual reality worlds. It isn’t that we will represent ourselves as glowing avatars of various form and resolution. The blogsphere has become our virtual reality. Here we stake out territories and populate them with iterations of ourselves, projections constructed in profiles and posts. Blogs are a kind of spiritual real estate where other people don’t just interact with *us* but with us at a specific moment in time. It’s TiVo for communication, our life timeshifted. Want to interact with the Drey from a week ago? Scroll down the page. Want to discuss the events of a certain day? It’s in the archive.

Narnia

I simply cannot be objective about this movie. I have *always* wanted to go to Narnia and those books are forever imprinted on me. They are important and formative works for me. Even as the opening credits started, my eyes were already welling with tears. As best as I can recollect, nothing was left out. Several dramatic sequences were added, but they seemed entirely appropriate. The movie took its time to tell the story. All the perfect, holy moments were unchanged. And there were gryphons! My heart filled to the brim with joy for the entire movie. At the end I had to go to the restroom to compose myself. And then Stavros asked me what I thought of it and I just started blubbering, unable to speak. I eventually managed to say, “I can’t talk about it right now, but it was perfect.”

The movie spoke to a part of me that doesn’t often get to come out so fully and express his deep childlike wonder and innocence.

Shadows

What is obsession the shadow of? Is it devotion? Dedication? Where is the line drawn? I would say that devotion is selfless, it comes from within and goes out to the recipient of the devotion. Obsession is selfish and seeks satisfaction, taking something from the object of obsession. These traits have inverse properties: Devotion defines what is being devoted. The devotee, in a sense, vanishes. But obsession defines the one obsessing, the object losing meaning. That is to say, you can learn about the obsessed person by how the obsession makes them behave, but when you take the object of obsession on its own terms, you gain different information.

To illustrate: Say I am obsessed with chocolate. This may tell you that I prefer dark, sweet things. I am ruthless in my pursuit of such things. I may spend money foolishly to get chocolate. Perhaps you learn I am unfaithful because you witness me abandon other candies if chocolate is made available. But if you removed me from the context and examined a bit of chocolate for yourself, it wouldn’t suggest any of these things about me. Obsession attempts to imprint a context that may not actually exist.

Does this analogy work for devotion? I’m not sure it does or maybe the distinction is too subtle and slippery. Let me try: I am devoted to chocolate. I extoll the virtues of its sweet goodness. I add it to certain recipes and they are much improved. I remark on how its color and shape are pleasing. Some of these behaviors are similar to obsession, but what seems different is that attention is drawn away from me and towards the chocolate. Though my feelings about the chocolate are subjective, I am not tampering with the context very much: it is accurate to describe chocolate as sweet and generally pleasant.

Another thought: Can someone tell if they are obsessed or devoted? Is another party, an impartial observer, required to judge this? Hmmm.

Responses

I’ve received a surprising number of responses to some of the items recently posted in my blog. Some of them seem tangential to what I am trying to sort out here, so forgive me if I do not directly respond to each point. As I said, some posts will be encoded with metaphors that will make me feel safer sorting things out here. If you decide what those metaphors mean and use those decisions as a basis for a response, things will only get confused.

Carcassonne

Tonight at the Tuesday Night Gamers club, I played a game called St. Petersburg where you buy various cards that either give you more money or more points and only do so during certain rounds. Stavros and I had never played, so we got trounced by Alex and Jay, longtime players. As it turns out, Jay was one of the co-designers of the game, a fact he hadn’t mentioned. 😉

Then I got further schooled in Carcassonne, one of my favorite new games. I had been scoring the roads and cities incorrectly all this time. Jay publishes Carcassonne, so he’d know. He won that game too.

I gave him a portfolio of my artwork. Today I even mocked up a Carcassonne-esque set of tiles and put that in there. Thought it might amuse him. I’m not sure my style is a fit for Rio Grande Games, but we’ll see.