I hate my country. "You are searching through their houses... and in some aspects, you feel like you are violating them," said 33-year-old Army Specialist Darrin Gould. "But then you come across that next stash. You are excited. You spend hours, days searching and you finally find something."U.S. Army Uncovers Two Huge Afghan Arms Caches
On October first, I'll be returning from my month and a half writing break from the book and starting part 3. During the last month I've been planning and researching stuff that I'll need in the next part. Part 3 will be a completely different story than parts 1 and 2, and will use a single perspective (rather than a rotating one). I don't know why I'm talking about this, it's not very interesting.
What is interesting is Game Neverending. I'm amazed at the amount of detail they've invested in the game so far. I tend to telescope into a project, working first on the most general things and working my way down to the details, but they seem to be painting the canvas from one corner to the other, figuratively speaking, putting joyful little details in the most unexpected areas. I would lov e to build a game to rival theirs. Any interest I have in games like these is negligible compared to the interest I have in the idea of building games. Building a game that allows people to build things is even better. When will there be a game that enables its players to build games? That would seem to be the ultimate destination. Like a book that explains how to write a book. Perhaps only a certain kind of person would play that. There do seem to be more people interested in playing games than building them. I'm sort of upset because my coffee is cold.
As anyone who's visited my right column knows, I'm reading Godel, Escher, Bach right now and absolutely love it. I wish I would've written it. See how this pattern can be found in multiple mediums? I have a way of cancelling out the growing envy that I get when experiencing something that I wish I had created. It is to imagine that I had in fact created the thing in question. Godel, Escher, Bach won the Pulitzer Prize, so I won the Pulitzer Prize. I imagine that I would begin writing other books, like he did. And then I wonder, after I did everything he did, how would I feel? Would my work be done? Or would there be more to say? There's always more to say. Hey, but instead of using my whole life writing all these books, in reality I'm only 26 and still have the rest of my life ahead of me. And in this rather dull way I justify my own existence and hope that there's still a chance, however small, that I can still say something worth saying. Oh, this coffee is so cold and yucky.
I sometimes put milk and suger in my coffee. However, whenever I do, I fear doing to it what I did to my coffee just now (my next cup will be black). For any cup of coffee there is a certain ratio of milk and suger that, if added in the exact right proportions, will cancel out all flavor in the coffee, turning it into a bland dirty water tasting thing. It sucks. And now I'm going to finish it and get a new cup. I have lots to do tonight.
Jonathan Franzen has been spying on me.Franzen makes a telling point when he says that while a black lesbian New Yorker and a Southern Baptist Georgian might appear totally different, but the truth is that both "watch Letterman every night, both are struggling to find health insurance... both play Lotto, both dream of fifteen minutes of fame, both are taking a serotonin reuptake inhibitor, and both have a guilty crush on Uma Thurman.". Amazon.com review of How to Be Alone: Essays:
Sometimes I come up with the stupidest things, but they crack me up. For example, for a split second I considered registering allinterface.com and making it a super-designed, no-functionality site. All Interface. All in you face. The .com, .net, and .org domains are all available. You could start a franchise. I started laughing as the imagined scenario quickly expanded, then lost its fascination. My headphones were on, so I don't know if I actually made a sound.
I'm dying with curiosity to have my go at Game Neverending. Still waiting for my password. From all reports, creativity is overflowing with that crew. It would be fun to work on a project overflowing with creativity, I think. That's the main benefit from working in groups, in collaborations, the amplification of energy that occurs when you have more than one mind working on an idea or problem. Ideally, this is what I should focus on achieving at work, but it's difficult sometimes, ya know?
Here's an excerpt from the essay I'm writing by the same name as this node.
Im interested in the process of moving objects into our minds from the real world, in particular what happens in-between the time that you first experience something and when you understand it. I can almost feel the letting-go that occurs when I understand something, or claim to understand it. It is a boiling down of a complex thing into simple parts that are consistent with one another and are easily pinned down. It is a workable thing. For the most part, these workable, understandable, things are all we need to function on a daily basis. If someone says, Pass me the fork, we dont necessarily need to experience, contemplate, and digest everything about the fork in order to pass it to them. We need to know its approximate location, its approximate weight, and any physical properties that we might want to avoid (such as the prongs, since you dont want to get them dirty with your hands, or the other way around if its a used fork, and also the prongs may be sharp). Knowing those things, however, you can pass the fork and seem like a reasonable, functioning, adult in the process. Does anyone really understand a fork though? We know what we need to know, and let the rest pass undigested. This may be why we so often get confused about function and definition. We look at a fork and we say, The function of this thing is to skewer foods with and transport them to our mouth, and its definition is the same. However, if a definition is tied to our own superimposed function, and not to the object itself, it can occasionally lead us to be confused about whether something is or is not a fork. When you place a fork in a gallery, is it still a fork (even though it is not intended to be used as a fork)? What about a fork thats 100 times its regular size? On the other hand, if someone handed us a stick and said that it was a fork, and proceeded to skewer food with it and using it as an eating utensil, we would not be able to have any real dispute with this man, since our definition was never tied exclusively to the object but rather to its functionality. Therefore, anything that has that function, is a fork. (from page 5 of The Thing That Has No Name)