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I had this post written up, and then for the second time today, the power grid had a moment of amnesia. So this is v.2 of this post.
Anyway, there's now the new "tags" option for the journal. The idea's certainly neat, and having a function like these tags makes searching and categorizing entries potentially limitless, certainly. However, with a mind towards aesthetic layout of the journal, the placement of the tags is a bit ugly. Maybe if they were integrated into the markup as metadata described in source, so that they could still be searched for, but that they weren't necessarily visible - or maybe even a break line between the end of an entry and the "Tags Used" line - would help to improve their look. Even so, going back through my two or so years of entries and remarking them all with tags would be a project for a day where I am very bored. Don't expect it anytime soon, even if it would help me root through my own journal to see if I'm repeating myself.
Got links today - the first is someone trying to answer a universal question: What is Art? So, if you want, you can read someone trying to define what art is, but to get the full effect, you'll have to read through the comments to the article as well. Many, many words spent on trying to define what I suspect is ultimately not definable. What is Art? Whatever you say it is. Whatever I say it is. Where there are differences, we can try to get the other to see the art, but that's about as far as things go. It might be a more productive use of time to try and work out a simpler question, like "Does God Exist?"
Not to say that science can't help us in understanding the arts. In that it can discover fractals in apparently random patters or show why chords are pleasing as a result of the pitch frequencies, it's only an aide to making the art. An understanding of chords (or lines, or forms) will assist the artist in their craft, but that by itself is not sufficient to create art. I'm not sure what the intangible is, but it's there.
On a lighter note, if you've ever wondered just how long you can let peanut butter stand without it going bad (or even if you haven't), consult the list of "surprising" expiration dates to see whether or not it's safe to use that object that's been sitting out and looks to be okay.
In humor, or perhaps from another parallel dimension where the Lovecraft mythos is a bit more real, we have a handy guide about the corporate network and the forces of darkness. Keep an exorcist on staff and always make sure your cables are shielded. You'll thank us later.
Doing my part to corrupt the world... err, promote a deviant lifestyle... no, how about just saying that I can appreciate anthropomorphic art, even as a guy with a dragon on his shoulder, and that some part of my blood that's stamped otaku cries out with delight at the Wilde Home for Wayward Catgirls. (Down,
Pervy! I saw 'em first.) There's a fun undercurrent of thought running with this, and it does do with the thing that I'm not furry and only part otaku and enjoying catgirl art. I haven't fully developed it yet, but the premise of it is basically, "So what?" Another step off the map, I guess. It'll probably be a fun mental wank to think about it, but it's not anything earth-shattering. It's certainly not as large as this giant table and chair.
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fred_smith's journal post about Mr. Hat and his' journey together. The ruminations about being slightly lost in being able to connect the spiritual systems he's had to the modern world that he inhabits triggered a thought in my head. It boiled down to something with a catchy name: The Song of the Suburbs. There's no substance behind it yet, because I don't have a clue as to what it is, other than it's a part of a spiritual system that utilizes the powers generated by suburbia, drawing both on the rural past and its systems as well as some component of the technomagery and urban power generated by the cities. Suburbia's position between the two provides, to some degree, power to draw off the land, but maguses trained and utilized in the cities' locales. The grids of the city in townhouses and "white picket fences", but with front yards and earth around. Perhaps the disjointedness of the spiritual realm is due to this meeting of urban and rural called Suburbia.
I'll have to think about it a bit more. My subconscious is hacking away at it, trying to get it into something understandable and graspable, and then it'll translate upwards to the conscious realm. I may be ill-suited to trying to develop the Song, as I may be more of a technomagus than a suburbanite. But we'll see what happens. Don't expect it to appear anytime soon, but if it does, it'll probably be a mashup, much like the suburbs themselves.
Anyway, there's now the new "tags" option for the journal. The idea's certainly neat, and having a function like these tags makes searching and categorizing entries potentially limitless, certainly. However, with a mind towards aesthetic layout of the journal, the placement of the tags is a bit ugly. Maybe if they were integrated into the markup as metadata described in source, so that they could still be searched for, but that they weren't necessarily visible - or maybe even a break line between the end of an entry and the "Tags Used" line - would help to improve their look. Even so, going back through my two or so years of entries and remarking them all with tags would be a project for a day where I am very bored. Don't expect it anytime soon, even if it would help me root through my own journal to see if I'm repeating myself.
Got links today - the first is someone trying to answer a universal question: What is Art? So, if you want, you can read someone trying to define what art is, but to get the full effect, you'll have to read through the comments to the article as well. Many, many words spent on trying to define what I suspect is ultimately not definable. What is Art? Whatever you say it is. Whatever I say it is. Where there are differences, we can try to get the other to see the art, but that's about as far as things go. It might be a more productive use of time to try and work out a simpler question, like "Does God Exist?"
Not to say that science can't help us in understanding the arts. In that it can discover fractals in apparently random patters or show why chords are pleasing as a result of the pitch frequencies, it's only an aide to making the art. An understanding of chords (or lines, or forms) will assist the artist in their craft, but that by itself is not sufficient to create art. I'm not sure what the intangible is, but it's there.
On a lighter note, if you've ever wondered just how long you can let peanut butter stand without it going bad (or even if you haven't), consult the list of "surprising" expiration dates to see whether or not it's safe to use that object that's been sitting out and looks to be okay.
In humor, or perhaps from another parallel dimension where the Lovecraft mythos is a bit more real, we have a handy guide about the corporate network and the forces of darkness. Keep an exorcist on staff and always make sure your cables are shielded. You'll thank us later.
Doing my part to corrupt the world... err, promote a deviant lifestyle... no, how about just saying that I can appreciate anthropomorphic art, even as a guy with a dragon on his shoulder, and that some part of my blood that's stamped otaku cries out with delight at the Wilde Home for Wayward Catgirls. (Down,
Pervy! I saw 'em first.) There's a fun undercurrent of thought running with this, and it does do with the thing that I'm not furry and only part otaku and enjoying catgirl art. I haven't fully developed it yet, but the premise of it is basically, "So what?" Another step off the map, I guess. It'll probably be a fun mental wank to think about it, but it's not anything earth-shattering. It's certainly not as large as this giant table and chair.I think I may have stumbled onto an idea about the metaphysical world while reading
fred_smith's journal post about Mr. Hat and his' journey together. The ruminations about being slightly lost in being able to connect the spiritual systems he's had to the modern world that he inhabits triggered a thought in my head. It boiled down to something with a catchy name: The Song of the Suburbs. There's no substance behind it yet, because I don't have a clue as to what it is, other than it's a part of a spiritual system that utilizes the powers generated by suburbia, drawing both on the rural past and its systems as well as some component of the technomagery and urban power generated by the cities. Suburbia's position between the two provides, to some degree, power to draw off the land, but maguses trained and utilized in the cities' locales. The grids of the city in townhouses and "white picket fences", but with front yards and earth around. Perhaps the disjointedness of the spiritual realm is due to this meeting of urban and rural called Suburbia. I'll have to think about it a bit more. My subconscious is hacking away at it, trying to get it into something understandable and graspable, and then it'll translate upwards to the conscious realm. I may be ill-suited to trying to develop the Song, as I may be more of a technomagus than a suburbanite. But we'll see what happens. Don't expect it to appear anytime soon, but if it does, it'll probably be a mashup, much like the suburbs themselves.
