Monday, October 20, 2008

Navigating the Machine

I always meant to continue writing in this blog. But every time I tried, I would fumble over disrupting the beauty of "Here Goes Nothing" being the last words that the blog ever processed.

I guess I see writing as a weapon at I can use to fight against time. I write in hope of creating a permanent reminder of where my thoughts came from and where they were. Time and The Machine lurch forward forever feasting on our values and opinions constantly moving and turning us. It is few the individuals whom can reverse this parasitic relationship, whom can steer time and history, set policy, and be remembered.

I have a sexual obsession with word choice. By this I don't mean to say that I obsess over it, but it does obsess me. When I think about stringing together sentences I enjoy never actually thinking about, thinking about which words I am going to use. I was telling someone recently that my language was as much a surprise to me as it is to anyone else. Like a jack in the box that is forever exploding into my thoughtscape I only read whatever
my next word is that pops up.

Attaching such a silly notion as permanence to something so fickle as words is then the most ridiculous endeavor I have ever attempted, and yet here I write.

I will try and write more, but it won't get any better. The machine eats my words, so I use this machine to fight back. type-ity type type. You are just a witness to my pointless battle.

For your homework assignment today boys and girls, think about writing, and try to jot down a couple of lines about language. When you are done, try and take those ideas and make them into a compelling meta narrative that someone with a completely alien history might read and respond to. If in 90 years someone responds, You win. If no one responds. Then the Machine won, and you are another casualty of time.

Don't forget to Double Space after a period.