Month: August 2008

  • Worry and Logic

    When I’m worried or when I’m uncertain or when things don’t make sense I rely on logic. It’s the way I am. Thinking things through is a great comfort to me. I tear things up into itty bitty pieces and try to run through the possibilities. And when I see how vast the alternative possibilities are besides the ones I fear the most to be true it makes me feel a little better. It makes me worry a little less. Even when I conclude that the alternatives I fear the most are the most likely knowing that I could very well be very wrong about the relative likelihoods makes me feel better.

    But I’ve got to remember not everyone is like me. For some the logic just highlights in your mind that the bad possibilities ARE in fact possible when what they want is for them to be impossible. They don’t want the bad thing to have happened. So they don’t want to hear that sure they could have happened but all these other things also could have happened. That’s no comfort at all to them.

    So I have no idea what to say in those situations and sometimes I end up saying things that are really really stupid.

    I’m sorry.
     

  • Gen Con

    I’m at Gen Con right now watching anime. Gen Con for those of u who asked is a big ass gaming convention, the biggest really. only a bit of video games, lots of board games, card games, RpGs, D&D, collectible card games, miniature games, and all manner of independent games. there’s also a big fantasy/scifi writing component, seminars and the likes. lots of anime/manga and random stuff like a segway race and a cosplay contest.

    anyway it’s pretty cool, but not enough time to check out much in just one day, next year I’ll have to plan more and invite more people and enjoy it better.

    typing a blog entry using a cell is a pain, but 1st time 4 everything

  • A New Show

    Last night I watched this show I never saw before. I didn’t catch the
    name of it but if I had to venture a guess it must be called the
    Michael Phelps Show.



    It started off with some people playing some volley ball and there was
    like all this foreshadowing going on all along. It was like: “He’s
    coming…” “Soon…” “Phelps is coming…”, “Phelps is coming..” 
    “Soon…”



    And then a hush went over the crowd. The Phelps appeared. Some sort of
    battle occurred. Some guy wishes he had longer fingernails. Everyone
    cheered. The Phelps was victorious. And then as quickly as he appeared he was gone.



    The show continued there after that with more swimming, some running,
    and all along the commentary continued,  “How about that Phelps?” ,
    “Did you hear that Phelps won?”   “Isn’t Phelps awesome?” 



    “Oh by the way some people won some gold medals.  So how about that Michael Phelps huh? Isn’t he just amazing?”



    I didn’t really pay much attention to the rest of the show.



    (ASIDE: Believe it or not a week ago I’d never heard the name Michael
    Phelps.  And I almost never watch sports and never really paid
    attention to the Olympics before.)




  • [short] Writing Assignment #15

    I hated this one. But somehow I managed to do it last night so I might as well post it. I have no idea what it means. I didn’t bother to reread it or edit it so it’s filled with many many grammatical and spelling errors. I don’t care. I wrote it, but I don’t want to read it. It makes me feel sad to think about it.

    Assignment #15: Just write… don’t think. Take a deep breath. And let
    it out. Do it again a couple more times if you must. Close your eyes…
    and just start writing. Don’t think; just feel.
    Stop when you think it’s time and then, open your eyes. I call this
    exercise: “close your eyes and write” [Also, if you think you've made
    mistakes, you can correct them after you've written everything you feel
    you are]

    I was sitting there, in the streets on the pavement surrounding by
    mountains of hope. I stood up. I kicked a mountain down. And hten
    another and another.

    It
    got so boring. What’s the point? The mountains spring back up anyway.
    Maybe I wll climb one. So I sat up on the top of the mountain when i
    had climbed it and saw that i was all alone.

    What
    a waste.  I jumped off the mountain and dove and connected to the
    pavement. I hit nothing. I swam through dirt and metal and filth.

    I
    gathered it together and built my own montains wider and broader, with
    stairs so everybody could climb them and sit with me on the hill
    overlooking the shadows of despair valley

    Like sunbeams would fall from the heavens illuminating puddles of wants on the incomplete surface. What are these wants?

    I
    was sitting there on the mountain of my own construction waiting for
    the others to climb the stairs and join me a the summit. but they were
    all too busy struggling up their own mountains and falling one by one.
    Climb, fall. Climb. Fall. And some would reach the top find hat they
    were alone and jump and dive like me. only they couldn’t swim through
    dirt. They weren’t sorcerers. They either got up with broken bones and
    limbs cursed hteir fate and started climbing again. Or they didn’t get
    up at all.

    So but why is it so wet here? if
    this is ideal? i feel ike it isn’t sufficient and it doesn’t matter and
    nobody will climb the stairs. So I’ll get up and go for a walk and step
    of the ledge and start to fly.

    over land
    and under hill i fly like i swam looking and searching for who? i
    dunno. i don’t believe ther is anything or anyone you can find that
    changes you. i don’t believe in experiences that make you better. we
    don’t grow. we just climb and fall and climb and jump and think we’re
    getting somewhere.

    and even if you learn to
    fly as i have learned it doesn’t stop you from falling from the air. a
    single phrase a tiny sentence and it clips your wings, you collapse and
    you can’t swim after all. you fall and hurt your back and nobody can
    heal it now cuz you were stupid enough to think it wouldn’t happen.

    so
    i crawl back now agony in evey move. crawl up the stairs. crawl to my
    safe plateau. and now there’s nothing but puddles and dry spots. i
    position myself on the edge and look around. but nobody joined me,
    nobody heard my silent cries as i flew throughout hte kingdom of
    mountain climbing jesters. nobody thoguht to follow me back and see
    where i learned to fly.


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  • [short] Writing Assignment #9

    This is the first one of these that I feel like I did a really decent job on. So please read it and leave a comment. Feel free to disillusion me of this misconception too. :)

    Assignment #9: Write 5 paragraphs or less. Have a thrilling ending.

    Everything was wrong. The air felt wrong. The ground felt wrong. The rain clouds pouring their torrential rains washing away the flowers were wrong. And the grave at Leslie’s feet that was the most wrong of all. Leslie was wrong too, but then that had never surprised her. When had anything in her life ever not been wrong? You Idiot, she thought as she remembered.

    She’d been in a pissy mood when she’d started ranting at him. “You know what the funny thing about all this is? I knew this was going to happen. I knew it all along. Why do I keep fooling myself into thinking things will work out? I should have prepared myself for this a long time ago. I’m telling you Liam, it was just a matter of time all along. All good things come to an end.”

    He’d laughed at her with that quiet infectious laugh that somehow always managed to make her smile and said: “Oh woe is me! You’re not the first person to go through a bad breakup little sister. You can’t conclude that the whole universe is wrong just because things didn’t work out between you and Michael. Come on you gotta admit sometimes good things can last.”  She glared at him and punched him on the arm. “Not for me they don’t. You know how fucked up my life has been. Nothing good lasts forever. Not in my life.”

    Liam had grown strangely quiet and for once an unusual seriousness came over him. He’d taken her hand and looked her right in the eye. For once there wasn’t a hint of laughter in his always jolly voice. He said: “One day I know you’ll find your forever good, Leslie.”

    “IDIOT!” The older Leslie shouted into the brewing storm. “Didn’t you know? You were supposed to be my forever good. The one who was always going to be there. But looks like I was right all along. Cuz now you’re down there but I’m still here. All alone.”  The storm had grown so loud that she could barely hear her own racking sobs, but when the laughter echoed through the night, she  heard it clearly. His laughter. Only it wasn’t a memory this time and it didn’t make her smile. It felt wrong.  An ethereal hand appeared over her left should and Leslie knew terror like she had never felt before. A voice whispered into her ear: “Oh but I am forever, little sister. And soon, you will be too.”

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  • [short] Writing Assignment #8 (attempt 1)

    Assignment #8: Free write for 15 minutes without stopping; then read
    what you’ve written, cross out/make changes where you feel necessary..



    I have no idea how to do this one, you know? It’s supposed to be
    creative writing so presumably I’m supposed to write something I dunno
    creative or something. But my brain doesn’t formulate creative story
    elements as a stream of consciousness. When I just *write* without
    thinking this is what comes out. My thoughts, my wondering, my dreams.
    I ramble and write about random stuff that interests me, what’s on my
    mind what’s bothering me.   Can’t see how that would really be
    conducive to helping with my writing stories ability.



    But when I do try to write creatively the same old story elements just
    keep coming back and back. I remember my favorite villain I never wrote but I
    can’t think of any circumstances involving him. His name,  I don’t even
    know his name. All I know is he is a person who is cursed with an
    infinite number of lifespans, only he lives them from birth to death
    and is reborn remembering all those pasts completely. Well I say he,
    but I’m not at all sure whether he’s going to be reborn only to the
    same gender or whether it will be random, but he definitely starts
    *off* as a guy. But when I do try to write about him the story just never forms quite
    right in my head.

    I also have stories involving a classic kingdom kind
    of scenario where there’s this princess and her close friend who
    eventually betrays her. The friend is from a lower class and gets
    raised up to be the princess’s servant and she keeps the princess sort
    of grounded in the world by giving her mistress a sense of justice that
    differs from the rest of her family because of their different
    lifestyles
    . But she still never quite stops seeing the princess as the representative of the
    upper class that is keeping the peasants down or something And then there’s a
    falling out over a guy who happens to be a manipulator who is going to
    take over the kingdom or something. Eh, it’s a pretty standard story
    line actually, I just think some of the confrontational scenes would be
    really cool to write about.



    Yeah my fifteen minutes are almost up and I haven’t written anything
    really. You see conjuring an image or a scene takes a long time for
    me.  Imagery, metaphor, and analogy doesn’t come natural. I’m not visual at all.
    Maybe I’ll try to do this again with dialogue. I could maybe probably manage
    that. But the assignment was vague so for now I’m going to go with a
    random ramblings because that’s the way I write. Haha I guess if this
    were a class this would be the assignment I purposefully bomb and fail
    because I don’t really want to do what the teacher is asking for. know how to do it and just give up. I more just want
    to go on to the new assignments that interest me more anyway.



    Three more minutes, geez fifteen minutes is a longer time than I
    thought. What now? So what’s on my mind? I’m thinking I want to do a
    few more assignments and then update the index and then work on writing
    some more fun entries. But first I have to disagree with some of my
    friends about a couple of minor points. There’s so much to write. I’ll
    never finish it all. You know what’s strange about writing? I have
    basically a limitless supply. Set me down in front of paper and tell me
    to write and I can write without end. And I’d still have more to say.
    But ask me to tell a story and it’ll take three years before I find the
    words to tell it right. I think that’s why I’m doing these assignments
    in the first place to stir up some ideas, to try and acclimate myself
    to the creative writing process. But not so good with this assignment.
    hmmm.  I’ll try this again later.


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  • [short] Writing Assignment #7

    Assignment #7: Write an amazing reflection [a paragraph] using third person.

    He stared out at the desolation before him and knew the stench of despair. It was just too much.
    He was all alone. Nobody else was coming. Nobody else cared. And who
    was he after all? Neither prince, nor general, nor soldier, nor wizard.
    Who was he to think he could stand before the torrent that was coming
    and hold it off? And for a moment he nearly gave up. But then he
    remembered the words he’d been hearing all his life. You can’t save everyone. He tensed. It’s not your responsibility to save the world.  He grimaced. Sometimes you have to learn to let go. 
    His fist clenched around the ring a rage building up within him.
    Loridai’s ring. Loridai who had been the last victim of their senseless
    indifference. Of his indifference. No! He wasn’t much and he knew full well chances were good he wouldn’t be able to help anyone. But he’d be damned before he just let go again.

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  • [short] Writing Assignment #6

    Assignment #6: Write a great last paragraph.

    It was over of course. They stood on a cliff facing the valley of the gods. He turned and looked at each of their faces illuminated by
    the light of the last of the dying star towers. Kaily. Niyel. Melina.
    Chrey. Javid. Faces he now knew better than his own. His friends who
    had been with him through it all. No, more than friends now. They had
    become his family. A truer family than any of those with whom he was
    related by blood. And now they were fading as he was fading away from
    the world they had fought so hard to create. There was not a tear in
    any of their eyes. They were united in their resolve to see this thing
    through to the end whatever the consequences.  And now they would face
    those consequences bravely. Together. They had done what they could.
    Their little family had paved the way. From now on it was up to their
    children to build the future.

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  • Xanga Feature Suggestion: Easy Linking

    The other day I was trying to explain to a friend who was not knowledgible about HTML how to create a hyperlink in Xanga to another blog entry. I explained it. It wasn’t too hard but as I was writing up the explanation I started to think… boy this is an AWFUL lot of steps. I mean can’t we make it even easier to link?

    Whoever developed the idea of a Wiki is a genius. It’s power largely comes from collaborative linking that is easy enough that the layperson can do it. That makes it so everyone can participate in adding knowledge to the wiki. You don’t need to know anything about HTML.

    Wouldn’t it be cool if Xanga had some sort of an Easy Linking System like that?

    I know it’s not a big deal. Since, you know, html isn’t really all *that* hard to pickup. It’s more intimidating than anything else. And you can use the icons too which are pretty clear too.

    But still it’d be awesome if you could just link to someone’s blog by typing their username in brackets and the system would automatically translate that into the correct hyperlink to that blog. Since blog usernames are unique, I should think it’d be significantly easier to do that then to setup a wiki.  So typing [nephyo]  would automatically create a link to my site.

    But the holy grail would be linking to articles or entries within a site easily.  Here’s how I’d make that work.  Typing [My Article Title]  would automatically link to the article within your own blog by default. If there are more than one entry iwth the same name, it links to the most recent entry titled that way or maybe an auto-generated TAG page that has a list of all entries with that name.

    Typing [Nephyos's Article Title @ nephyo]  would create a link to the coment page of Nephyo’s Article Title on nephyo’s blog as well as a link to that blog’s home page. Ambiguity again handled the same way For example if I wanted to write this:
    Hey everybody, please go check out the Writing Assignments Index@nephyo  and join in the fun!

    I could write it as
    Hey everybody, please go check out the [Writing Assignments Index @ nephyo]  and join in the fun!

    Of course the separator character and the ends characters can change. You also need an escape character or character sequence so that people can write your ends characters when they actually want to write brackets or whatever.  (as an aside there really should be some sort of literal block sequence you can use that says everything between this symbol and that symbol which I type should be rendered exactly as I have typed it without alteration. That would make quoting easier and typing greater than and less than symbols and other stuff like that which trips people up.)

    You can add additional complexities too. Like certain keywords  [photos@nephyo]  [videos@nephyo], [pulse@nephyo] etc.    And maybe key symbols or words to link to special places [TAG: My Tag @nephyo]  or [BROWSE: January 2007 @ Nephyo]  and so on and so forth.

    And that’s it. I wonder how hard it would be? Most wikis run on their own special software designed to optimize this kind of linking. But I think this sort of easy linking is easier that the wiki problem becuase articles are owned by individuals. I could be wrong about that but that’s my instincts. There must already be a layer of code that translates what we type into HTML. The question is, how complex can that code become without damaging the user experience? Could it support easy linking? 

    And the bigger question is, even if it is pretty easy to implement, would it be worth it?   Would you use it if it existed?

    I think it would encourage people to link to one another more often and share the love. But maybe I’m wrong. What do you think?

  • Masculine and Feminine Ideals?

    The argument is actually really old.  Used to be people were arguing against single parent households.  I always thought it was sort of odd back then arguing against something that most people didn’t have much of a choice about, in the first place. Arguments against single parent households sounded an awful lot like arguments for loveless marriages of convenience to my ears. Only it sounds much less virtuous when you say it that way doesn’t it?

    I first heard the argument twisted to a new controversy in a Church. Now I don’t go to church very often and I gotta tell you this experience didn’t make me any more gung-ho about attending them. It was either a funeral or a marriage. I can’t remember which. Probably a funeral since I’ve attended far more of those than weddings. But I remember being rather annoyed that the preacher chose this sacred occasion to insinuate his own social beliefs in the discussion. Yeah… I wanted to walk out in disgust. Loyalty prevented me. I tuned him out.

    But before I did, I heard the argument. He was talking about gay marriage. Though he didn’t use that phrase, it was clear by the words he was using what he was talking about the recent controversies revolving around gay marriage. He talked about how marriage was under attack as an institution, how it was being corrupted, and on the verge of turning into something else.  And then he gave the argument.

    I’ve since heard the argument numerous times. On television. In the news. From relatives. In emails.  And most recently I read it in a comment reply to something I wrote on Xanga.

    The argument it goes something like this:

    Children need to be raised with both a Mother and a Father in order to support the ideals of Masculinity and Femininity in the world.

    That’s it. That’s the whole of the argument.

    And you know most arguments against gay marriage are easily shot down as being suggestive of arrogance or bigotry. Most people, I think, by this time are willing to admit that being gay doesn’t make you somehow less capable of parenting or less deserving of raising children if you should so choose to do so. Most people now I think are pretty sold on the idea that being homosexual should afford you exactly the same opportunity to receive exactly the same advantages and disadvantages afforded through the institution of marriage by the state if they so choose.

    Oh sure there are people who still disagree, but I think or hope we’ve gotten to the point where people are ashamed to admit that level or prejudice in public. That’s a good thing.

    And yet this argument remains as one of the last bastions of the people who, in spite of all that, still claim that gay marriage needs to be outlawed and the constitution should be amended to strike the possibility of gay marriage ever becoming a staple part of American life. They cling to this idea of “civil unions” as their salvation, a way to prove they are not *really* being prejudiced biggoted idiots about the whole thing while still singling out homosexuals as the “other” and treating them differently from everyone else. What are you complaining about? They argue. You’ve got your civil unions.

    It reminds me of people saying “What are you complaining about black people? You’ve got your black schools and your black bathrooms and your black busses and your black restaurants! Why do you need in on *ours*?”

    I should hope we had learned our lesson about that. But we clearly haven’t.  I wonder if we ever will?

    But back to the argument at hand. Why does that idea of masculine and feminine ideals carry so much weight with people? Why does it carry on when most other arguments are broken against the cold hard rock of basic logic?

    Perhaps it’s just that we, and by we I mean liberals and progressives like me, are arguing against it in the wrong way. Sometimes we do that. In our urge to reject something that immediately sounds stupid to our ears we don’t take the time to really reason out *why* it is so stupid.

    The classical argument against this “ideals” argument is to basically laugh at it. You say to the person: do you *really* think ideals of masculinity and feminity are threatened in the slightest bit by the existence of Gay Marriages? I mean come on, it’s not like EVERY child will be raised in same sex households. The vast majority will still have a mother and a father whom they know and interact with. Chances are not even every child will know of a child who was raised in a household with two parents of the same gender.

    So quit worrying. That’s our clasiscal argument.

    But you know what? Worry doesn’t disappear nearly that easily.

    I’ve always felt the argument against this assertion should be very different. We shouldn’t say “it’s not going to happen”. Rather, we should say: “so what if it does!”

    Ad that’s really been my feelings about it all along. I say, if so called ideals of masculinity and feminiity vanish thanks to a prevalence of children raised in single parent households or same sex households, then GOOD RIDDANCE!

    I mean what exactly *are* these ideals we are trying to protect? They aren’t real physical differences between men and women caused by genetics or hormones or anything like that, because if they were, there’d BE no possibility of a threat to them due to changes in the way we are raised. So basica reasoning tells me that what we are talking about is social constructed standards of behavior. To put it simply, the idea that Guys “ought” to behave in a certain way and girls “ought” to behave in a different way.

    And you know… I think that’s bullshit.  Who decided? Who said guys shouldn’t do this or that or this other thing? Who decreed that if a girl acts in this way or that way that she’s a failure as a woman? These are traditions that run back thousands of years. But they aren’t necessarily rational traditions. There’s no reason to support them at all really if modern sensibilities determine that they are of no real use.

    And these so called ideals cause harm. I mean real measurable psychological harm in numerous children who are raised to think badly of themselves because they don’t act in accordance with the ideals. A boy who is passive is ridiculed for being too “girly”. A girl who is more aggressive is attacked as a “tomboy”.  There are hundreds of thousands of examples. It’s been a problem long before the current controversy over gay marriage reached the public eye.

    There’s a more general principle at stake here too. The question is to what extent should we cling to the way things are, hold traditions steady and static and demand that they go unchanged? Should we try to force masculine and feminine ideals remain exactly as they were when we were growing up? Why? Because that’s what makes us feel the most comfortable?

    Maybe instead of that we should try letting society develop organically. Things will change. People will change. And what is considered feminine and what is considered masculine will evolve over time too. Actually it always does. It always has been. If you could go back and ask your great grandparents what constituted the feminine or masculine ideal it would be unrecognizable to you. Time changes regardless of what you want it to be. Forcing children to get raised in households with both a  mother and a father won’t really change that. Your children will still perceive things radically differently than you do and their children radically different still.

    You’re fighting the impossible. You’re trying to stand in front of a land slide and hold it back with your two hands. Give it up. The world is changing whether you want it to or not. Instead of trying to make things the way you want, why not try and figure out what’s good in the way things are becoming and try to support those things.Try to teach universal values like tolerance, honesty, virtue, and altruism to your children so that no matter what lifestyle they choose to live they’ll carry with them these principles and use them to create a Just society.

    We can all just be however we want to be, act however we want to act. We don’t need any stupid meaningless ideals to futiley yearn for. Instead let’s make ourselves our model and learn from one another and grow along side one another no matter how we were raised and no matter how we turn out.   And we can through harnessing the knoweldge and experiences of one another all become better people as a result.