i actually laughed at a couple moments reading this:
http://9a4440c5.fb.joyent.us/haggadah/ultraModern2.php
Month: March 2009
anyone else seeing the elephants tonight?
but i’m watchin the quiet man.
the train to castle town was three hours late again.
but this is pretty funny.
Motley Crue’s Shout at the Devil is good for office productivity.
American Scholar ran a great essay by Brian Boyd (who I have only ever read writing about Nabokov) on meaninglessness, or meaningfulness in a Darwinian existence.
It is a surprisingly refreshing perspective for an author who, clearly, has spent a lot of time thinking about life and context and Art. I think the most interesting part of the article is a discussion of how Art figures into the human evolutionary experience, which puts, in better words than I am capable of, something I truly believe – that art is an outcropping the brains+social nature of humans.
Where this article loses a bit of steam, in my perspective, and, where most Creationists try to gain ground, is on the definition and significance of Meaning. It is easy to say meaning comes from being part of a vast, ever-changing flow of individuals – essentially alone, but genetically linked. This is truth, and some may take comfort in that, but it is a cold comfort. The madness of theology is tied to a higher-order desire humans have for community. In community, all the environmental threats we have faced, which may have wiped us out as a species – our genetic fears, have been demoted to “occasional catastrophes, or major inconveniences” in a vast portion of the world’s population.
What has not been dealt with is the eternal fear that comes from a sense of self-awareness and time – the inevitability of death. Why, when every other major concern has been answered in community, should this fear not be abolished similarly? Gods provide great communal reassurance where none is available in a tangible way – you cannot see your invisible monster/man/woman/dish of pasta in the sky, but you can see, touch, feel, rejoice, worship and commune with others who believe in the same invisible monster/man/woman/dish of pasta.
I have long held that the alteration which capitulated our species into “higher consciousness” was coupled with a near-loss of genetic consciousness. We are a shortsighted species, in the modern world. Rare is it that we personally look past the well being of those we might survive to see, perhaps one generation beyond that. Dogmatists constantly work in these time frames – things which must be “preserved forever” or “saved for the future”. I find that highly offensive. Who are we to even say what the future will think of something we “lovingly preserve” for them, or what the past might have thought of some piece of crap, which today is a relic?
With genetic consciousness, I believe, there was a sense of continuity. Humans have a strong tie to geneology -across cultures, genders, and climates. Most of what carries across is name and deed – often distorted by time. If, in essence, we could “know” these things, without having to scrabble through poorly kept records, and dead ends, perhaps we would be far less inclined to discount so heavily the lives of those beyond our lifetime. Certainly, we would be less inclined to stake our futures, wars, and livelihoods on an imaginary monster/man/woman/dish of pasta in the sky. We wouldn’t need to. Along with genetic memory comes that aspect of community we all seek in the face of the unknown.
At least I think so.
At the end of the day though, we are all monkeys:
Ironic fraud, it can happen to you.
I used to have an LJ icon of the guy’s head.
I just got hit for a 200$ bill from Video Professor – I shit you not, the crazy bald guy who sells computer “how to” crap. Clearly, I did not make this purchase – I have to change my card, and am in full-on detective mode – I am pretty careful about how and what I buy online, and run a secure network, etc… My lead suspected culprit ATM is Facebook.
On the verge of finishing The Dark Tower, which I haven’t read since 2004. I picked that up after plowing through Wheel of Time, and interspersing with a couple other books.
Recently, I’ve seen Coraline (loved it), The International (really enjoyed it), and have started watching Deadwood from the beginning, after consuming all of Afro Samurai (so I could watch the new movie) and diving through several nature documentary series.
I feel like I am full of worlds – some concordant, some discordant. I’ve been plowing away on my RPG, and am on the verge of a pretty serious milestone.
Work continues to drain my brain, while my off time tries to fill it back up – I feel like a sieve bolted to a rock on a waterfall some days.