That thing where you could send the perfect letter if only your bloody sealing wax wouldn’t stick to the stamp…
To my new subscribers/followers/hangers-on/infestation: have you read the Digger comic by Ursula Vernon? I read it (or part of it) a very long time ago, and I always remember it as ending up being just about the most emotional thing I have ever read. It’s fantastic.
OHMYGODZORZ two new followers hi Mai :D
This post has been up to my usual literary standards. Thank you.
More for m’friend RockSaltSeraph:
I said I wanted to censor some things before showing this blog to you (or anyone - literally the only people who’ve ever seen it are Ruth, Will, and random Tumblrs).
I was mainly concerned about some parts being too personal, but I’ve ended up not cutting out any of that. When reading over it, I found myself really liking bits and pieces of it. It’s interesting how I’ve changed in some ways and stayed the same in others, and I thought it might be interesting for you to see who I was some years back.
For a while, I did use this blog as a weekly diary, and I removed those entries because they were literally valueless bullet-point things about what time I got up at each day and so on. I also removed a lot of broken links - I used to have a Youtube channel on which I posted recordings of myself playing guitar and, occasionally, singing or doing a dramatic reading. I have SoundCloud for that now, and I’ve long since deleted the Youtube channel anyway.
Some things I’ve left intact here are probably not very interesting to read - some of the computer stuff for example. I’m leaving it up not because it’s worth you or anyone’s time reading it, but just because I want to keep it around a while longer for my own sake.
But like I said, you might find some of the other stuff interesting if you have time to waste.
For m’friend RockSaltSeraph: It’s been over two years since I posted something here, but at least you’ve got an extra follower… Maybe I’ll check it more often at least :).
Since it’s languished for so long, my fancy custom HTML/CSS has started to rot, so it doesn’t look as pretty as it once did.
Also, stuff changes in two years, so a lot of what I used to write isn’t relevant any more. Some of my essays or articles are almost worth reading though. The first page isn’t too bad…
Fuck you, five people over the last two days who’ve seen fit to offer their ever-so-witty-and-erudite criticisms of how I look. Fuck you to fuck.
Ideas And Identity
“If you insult my religion, you’re literally insulting me!”
I think one of the most pernicious elements in society is the degree to which people identify with their conclusions.
Because none of us is omniscient, all of our conclusions are tentative. I insist that unicorns do not exist, but if you were to show me a breeding population of unicorns (and get some respected zoologists to study them and confirm their legitimacy) then I’d be compelled to change my mind.
Now if you accept that all conclusions are tentative (and if you care about being correct) then you must also concede that identifying very strongly with your conclusions is bad. It’s bad because building your identity around an idea makes you far less likely to change your mind about it. Fundamentalist religious people are a good example of this — in many cases they simply cannot change their minds because doing so would involve dismantling their entire selves. But this problem is certainly not limited to religion.
This is one reason I value being brazen and forthright. Treating ideas as delicate things worthy of the greatest admiration encourages or at least enables people to identify more strongly with them. I want to live in a society that treats ideas as transitive things that might change at any moment, so I can’t abide the undue value we’re supposed to afford bad ones.
This is not an excuse to be an asshole. We all need to have enough empathy and tact to recognise that some people really can be greatly hurt by the wrong idea at the wrong time. Part of my goal is to reduce this problem by discouraging people from getting so attached to their ideas in the first place, but once the parasite has taken hold, care is needed in its removal. Whenever I get into a religious discussion, my first question is “How much do you have riding on this?”. I’ve no interest in making people miserable.