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Thursday, December 20, 2012

Riding the Escalator to Nowhere



Learning vs Being
I have spent the entirety of my adult life studying the human situation. When I was in college, I never really had a degree or a job in mind, so I took every social science class I could. Over the last few years, I have read, searched, written, reflected, and watched countless documentaries. I even took my long overdue first trip outside of the States. While I can claim to know a good deal more information than a lot of people around me, I cannot say that it has been altogether useful to me. Often times it is quite the opposite. I can think of a good number of people who explore life less frequently, read less, know less, strive for less, who lead lives that are a great deal richer than mine, and I do not mean that in a monetary sense. It's not even jealously really; just a thought that maybe, in my pursuit of knowledge and self improvement, I have lost part of my ability to connect and communicate with people. I am all for mindless fun, but so few care to speak of worldly things, higher ideals. Nietzsche stared too long into the abyss and lost his mind, and I worry that I might be heading down that path. There is a direct conflict between longing to know more and be better and running the risk of losing the ability to be somewhat normal, to have the warmth of human connection.

In my studies and in my trial and error living, I have learned to treat people with kindness, sometimes more so than they might deserve, and to not weigh them down with my problems. In doing so, if I'm honest, I come off as particularly weak, because as our spines tell us, the world will take from us if we let it. Still, I lose nothing on account of being kind to people. Nothing, except respect. Don't get me wrong; I take great joy in being able to look at myself in the mirror and know that I am good, that I directly harm no one, that I have what some would call a religious or monk-like quality to me, that I give to my friends more than I receive, but in trying to only project my positive side and by almost never sharing my problems with others (paired with what I mentioned above), many of those I was close to have drifted away. Part of it could be because, whether we know it or not, we tend to like people as much for their flaws as for their merits. Some of the few people I am close to are as defective as they are wonderful, and without their flaws, I know I would not be as drawn to them. I have my darker side, but it is not often that I show people the wolf in me. Duality exists in all things, but perhaps I have been presenting too much yang and not enough yin. I save the darker side for when I am alone or for when I write. Even in daily life, I typically respond to the things that annoy me either with humor or with a stoic demeanor. A change would likely not go too well. My job, for example, is one in which I am surrounded by discontent sort of lot. I cater to the periphery and tend to their vices, and in seeming good natured, I have always been something of an outsider. If a wolf who has never growled suddenly bites someone, those around him might not know how to react, even if the wolf had previously told them that he did in fact have teeth for gnashing.

I tried to Google search “Intelligence/Disconnection” but after typing “Intelligence D” this article came up. While I am not a huge fan of Cracked, this one was pretty good. Don't get me wrong. I don't consider myself to be super smart of anything; I'm just a dumb person who tries harder than most.

Don't get so caught up in your ideal self that you forget who you are, for better or worse. There's a danger in trying to be better when it gets to the point that one cannot share his better self with others. Better to be flawed and companionate than perfect and alone (not that I am anywhere near perfect). Worse still is to be flawed and alone.

Knowledge vs Skill
For all of the things I know, I do not have any useful skills. For a while, I thought that writing was a skill, but no; it's simply a means of communicating, and once something is written, it's done. I even write better than I can speak. Writing is simply a display of what you know. While I do think that everything is a skill (as in, one has to do anything repeatedly to be good at it), I guess in this sense, I am speaking of what we call trades or crafts. I can typically express myself clearly, but I can't fix a car, build anything, play an instrument (well), fix plumbing, cook a complex meal, survive in the wilderness, you name it. If all of our skilled workers died tomorrow, or the apocalypse hit, I could not keep the world turning. I would be helpless. Since my pursuit of knowledge only serves to show me how little I know or have any hope of knowing, I may shift my focus to a skill. At least then I will have something to show for my efforts.

This article applies. I actually like the whole site. Interesting stuff.

(Edit - 4:15pm - someone I know posted another good Cracked article. I liked it quite a bit.) 

Learn lots, but make sure you can also do, create, contribute. 

Monday, October 22, 2012

Upon Gossamer Wings

There are bats about. They are persistent. And they carry with them none of the ferocious mystery we stamp upon their fragile, winged frames. No, instead they come emboldened with a whiff of the past enmeshed within their fuzzy backs. And they carry along the warm fall breeze a melancholy cry that reminds us of our youth, of a time when things seemed simple because they were so very complicated.

We stand on balconies, in yards, in fields of grass, and we cock our heads to their whispers. Because they speak directly to us.

It is time for the harvest. Despite the great droughts, despite the angry, punishing winds. It is time for the leaves to let go of their tentative holds and meander to the ground like the words that fall from our mouths upon the mossy ground of deaf ears.

There are fires being lit in hearths. There is soup in the kettle. There are lies to sort through, and a grey deception that tugs our hearts. Tonight, the truth will come. It will come, like an epic tide. And we are powerless before it. We can lie on the ground, in a ball, and we can succumb to the promise of our indifference. Or we can stand upright, stock still, and we can open ourselves to the warmth of our potential. And we can dream.

There are bats about. But tonight, the truth will come.

Friday, October 19, 2012

Shimmering Pools of Regret

I haven't posted much recently. Weep a bit. Now shut the fuck up and get over it.

Like poems? Feeling like shit? Share your favorite verse of this sort. Better still, write something on the subject. Consider this your forum for hurt.

Send me your pathetic poems via this email: johncramer68@ gmail . com. And if I don't hate it, you'll be immortalized in a blog nobody ever reads. I'll post it under our generic user log in. If you want credit, let me know, and tell me what handle you want to use. Pussies go anonymous. But if you happen to be of this ilk, so be it. Hey, It's like Christmas for morons!

Now get to work. Make my black heart proud. It's nice to have minions.

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Control C, Control V


I was on tumblr tonight (I post most of my writing there, as the site is pretty user friendly), and I thought I might try to find some interesting profiles to follow, as tumblr is a sort of mix between facebook and blogger. (Never been? Here's mine: http://sinequanonsequitur.tumblr.com/) I was looking for people who post things that I might appreciate. After about ten different searches (one has to browse hash tags and not subject matter – they are not one in the same), I realized what the site is all about: image. There are an unbelievably small number of original posts. Most people seem to use the site to seem fashionable to those who might follow them on there. I found one person on there whose self description made me want to read what he or she might have had to say, but after the third page of reblogs, memes, and copy/pasted quotes, I gave up. Tumblr is the hipster's website. The vast majority on there don't create; they regurgitate and claim others' ways as their own, and that's what hipsterdom is – a bastardization of the autonomy of others. Since so many like copying and pasting, here's a good read:

I never knew that people had so much time on their hands to waste. The copy/pasting is an inexpensive, digital way to be a good poser. For those of you who don't know what a poser is, it's what came just before hipsters in the evolutionary chain of regression. A poser was slightly more sophisticated, as they could fit into any group. They would mimic those around them until the imitated way of behaving became their own. These days, hipsters have their own sort of image. They took fashion from the 70s mixed with the Grunge era, eye wear from both the 80s and the 50s, and any other counter cultural shtick they could think of, and made a new group around it. They made it fashionable to intentionally be ugly and seemingly out of touch.

It is unbelievably easy to associate yourself with the works of great people, but that alone isn't worth anything. What you're supposed to do is learn the works of those you consider worthy of your attention, make it a part of you, and do something more with it. The metaphor “standing on the shoulders of giants” fits perfectly here. On that site, hash tags make the bandwagon that much easier to find. The real challenge is to create something of your own. So many out there might not have anything at all to contribute, but hey, at least they won't be lonely. Superficial and empty, yes, but not lonely.

I may end up taking down my site on there. Either that, or I will stop following anyone on there and simply use it to publish my stuff. I have seen a handful of interesting things on account of reblogging and copy/pasting, but the vast majority is simply a waste of time. Come to think of it, that type of thing is all over facebook too. I think I just got distracted by the lack of food pictures and exercise updates. The difference is, I use facebook to keep in touch with people and tumblr as a means of expression, and until tonight, I thought it could be a good learning tool. Yes, I posted a couple of videos on my site, but they are either inspiring videos or talks from people I admire (and whose work I am quite familiar with). The one quote is simply a great quote; one I try to live by. There is a stark contrast between my site and so many others. My posts might be awful, but at least they're mine.

In the end, even bitching is a form of expression, but bitching about hipsters and web sites was probably a waste of time. Nah, this was cathartic.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

The Wretch of a Man Called Henry


as the line is drawn across her face and hands
under a darkened sky, and bad circumstances

losing hope for the cure of
these deadly diseases
has brought out the dogs
who’ve been starved
to pump their aggression

in the grays that last for days
met with time that’s got no meaning

found herself on soaking roads
a cigarette between her lips
and a race against a rain
that dares to 
tap her fragile ceiling

left with nothing good 
to say

riding silent
in a loud and forceful way

daydreams lead the car
past huddled fools with ugly faces
and dogs too sick to try and stay dry

she’ll end up as lost as she could ever be
and will find him in her need

the wretch of a man
called Henry

1985




Monday, January 23, 2012

Scandalous City of L

I could frantically rip my eyes out of their orbits and fling them at a wall. I'd have some enjoyment watching them burst and ooze --sliding down the wall, and plopping on the ground with a romping sound effect --reminiscent of stinky fish flopping about starving from an oxygenated atmosphere; gills collapsing. Suffocate!

Oh wait. If, they are my eyes -- I can't see. So, it's not anything I can't stand to see --that eats at me. My eyes are not at fault (except for expectations of interpreted form). It's entombment, a restlessness, a helplessness -- a passion uncharted teeming for disclosure. Defiling...

The box is my own. If I could wrap it up or put it in an envelope, who would I send it to? I guess it's self-addressed. The answer is in this note yet it is wrapped over and over and over -- unraveling will take a million enternities. It feels like a personal rescue is no-longer stepping on grass. "Dying is easy -- living is hard"-- challenge accepted, thank you very much.

Friday, January 6, 2012

Online Social Networking and Human Decline


(I posted this on my tumblr blog, but not too many people see it, so I thought I would post it here as well. If you have a short attention span and think that this seems like a lot to read, simply skip to Part 2. I wouldn't want you to miss even a second of Jersey Shore.)

Part 1: My Technological History

While I am not old, I am not quite young anymore. Being now at the cusp of thirty, I was born at the perfect time to see an unbelievable advance in technologies while simultaneously advancing my intellect and perception of the world. I am not so young as to take those advances for granted, but not so old that the use of them is beyond my grasp. When I was around four or five years old, I thought it was the most amazing thing in the world when I got my 8-bit Nintendo system, and I spent countless hours playing Mario/Duck Hunt, Pro Wresting, Contra, and Mike Tyson's Punch Out, among others. I still remember the cheat codes to the latter two. However, video games always took a back seat to the prospect of going outside and playing with my friends. As fun as the games were, they never could quite replace the human experience. This blog is about just that.

As I got older, and my friends and I started learning about the world, inevitable disagreements would come up. If we really wanted to settle it, we would have to ride to the library to look up the correct answer to our particular impasse. One hundred percent of the time, we opted to just forget about it and keep playing, which is perfectly fine for a kid.

America Online came out during my adolescence. For something like two dollars per hour, one could get “online” and “chat” with random people in “chat rooms.” Then there was email. The thought of hearing the words “you've got mail” filled me with excitement. It's funny to think about this today, when we all probably have hundreds of items in our online junk mail boxes, yet it's probably something noteworthy when someone mails you a written letter. I probably had a better appreciation of the internet than my friends did because we could not afford it, and for the longest time, did not have a computer, so I'd get online at their houses. Still, hanging out with my friends was always preferable to typing to someone on a computer.

I believe I was a senior in high school when I got my first computer – a junked out hand-me-down from (I think it was) my uncle. It took about 10 minutes to load up, would do things at a snail's pace, had an outdated windows program, and had a whopping 400 megabytes of hard drive space. As a point of reference, that was three computers ago, and I still have my third one on hand, though it is far too slow to use anymore. I believe it was 2002 when, in response to a question someone was asked about how they spend their time, “hang out on myspace” was one a part of their answer. As I was getting more used to the internet and had a full time job at a fast food place, I decided to have my friend build me a computer. Once I figured out how to connect my computer to the internet through the phone lines (much to the annoyance of my grandparents), I checked out this myspace thing I heard about. As pretty much everyone knows, it most certainly is a place where people can go online and hang out. It's pretty much an internet version of you: an advertisement of your pictures, interests, and everything you're about. Back then, much like AOL before it, it was not taboo to meet people online. To this day, I have three friends who I met online. As most people were not too internet savvy, linking to other sites and videos was not so easy, so people rarely did so. Mostly, you would just write letters back and forth, or if they lived too far away, you avoided long distance phone charges (cell phones were not so great back then either, as most of you remember) and simply chatted on AIM (AOL Instant Messenger). Through the years, I used the internet more and more, but I was not as drawn to my computer as much as I am these days. Again, the internet was not what it is today, or if it was, I still did not know how to use it.

In my perception, the social networking craze, along with facebook, really took over people's lives over the last four years or so (I do realize that is has been around longer than that, but it used to only be for college students, and I was not one at the time). These days, we are constantly bombarded with information on anything and everything. It's really easy to send links to friends on other sites. Facebook ingeniously figured out a way for people to share information with countless people all at once via the news feed. Depending on the number of friends you have, you can likely see a new post every single minute of the day. No matter how trivial, there's always something new to see. It's also really great because it's really easy to keep up with the day to day lives of those we might not otherwise see, such as friends and loved ones who live great distances away. Also, instead of trying to email a couple of pictures at a time, we can upload a seemingly infinite number of them and share with people via said news feed or by simply “tagging” them, which is quite convenient. On the flip side, social networking sites make us less likely to spend time around people we would otherwise see on a fairly regular basis. Here's where the bad starts.

Part 2: Losing Ourselves

At best, sites like that and the immediacy of the internet can be wonderful tools for keeping in touch, finding out about subjects of interest, and learning. At worst, and that's where we're headed, it can actually get in the way of life and make us lose the ability to actually live.

Thanks to the internet, there is an unimaginable amount of information at our fingertips. In mere seconds, I can find out the important dates on World War II, look up what the number one song was during the week of my birth, you name it. In a sense though, we have no need to actually know anything anymore because we can just look it up, use the information to our ends, and forget about it all over again. A lot of people I know feel validated in arguing points that they looked up but don't necessarily know. Living under the assumption that you're smart because you can look things up online is the equivalent to thinking you can beat everyone up because you carry a gun.

People spend so much less time with other people these days that actual social interaction is an event in itself. When people go out, they frequently take their cameras (or cell phones with cameras) and post about every little thing they do. Much more often, people opt to sit at home and socialize through their computers. It's not entirely bad, because some of my friends will post news articles of interest that I might not have otherwise seen, but more often than not, we get to see what people are doing on farmville type games (until we learn how to block that crap), get subjected to countless internet memes (though I have to admit that some of them are funny), or read about how they're stuck in traffic or buying a new pair of shoes.

We are forgetting how to communicate with each other without a computer or phone as the go between. Even with phones, people rarely talk on them anymore, but instead choose to send text messages back and forth. Quite often, I hear the excuse that texting is more to the point, freeing us from having to make small talk or hearing about non-essentials. I find that to be insulting. In essence, they are saying “I want to be connected with you, but I don't want to deal with you.” By being constantly connected to those we know by way of technology, it has become next to impossible to make connections with new people by chance. People are so wrapped up in their connections, that much of the time their attention is not even on the task or place at hand. Think about how many times you've been in a public place and seen countless people either engaged on phone conversations or texting, often times even when they're in a situation in which they need to talk to the person in front of them or, you know, drive their fucking car. Years of retail work have made me altogether dismiss a person as not worth knowing if they stay on their phone while being checked out in a line. If it's an important phone call, then they should not be shopping, and if it's not, they imply that the checkout person is beneath them and not worth respecting. I rarely use my phone in public, and I never use my phone when dealing with people in real life. Which brings up another point. On those rare occasions that people actually agree on a time and place to meet, many never fully participate in those experiences; they check status updates, see what others are up to, send and respond to texts, and altogether cheapen the experience in which they are halfheartedly engaged. We have become addicted to instant gratification and no longer have the attention spans to participate in idealistic, enriching conversations. This is not the case with everyone, but I am finding fewer and fewer exceptions as time goes on.

Spontaneity is all but dead anymore. Think of the last time you called someone at random and asked them to do something. If, in fact, you did something like that, how often were you turned down for a reason that you considered to be something of a cop-out? “Who all is going?” “Did you make an event?” “I'd better not; I stayed up late last night.” Social networking sites perpetuate hermitic tendencies. We have become little lab rats, self-deprived and scared of stimuli, shocked to the core if someone tries to take us out of our routines and comfort zones, and as a result, we will lose the ability to really live. I remember a Simpsons episode where Marge was trying to get the kids to do yard work, a request they refused. When taken to something like an arcade (it has been a long time since I have seen it), they were excited at the prospect of playing the yard work simulator video game. That is a perfect metaphor for what our lives are becoming. We are living through technology instead of through direct experience, and we are becoming less human on account of it. We are at risk of losing the very humanity to which we are so desperate to stay connected.

My challenge to you, dear reader, is to not spend so much time on the internet (yes, I realize that this blog is posted there) and spend more time in the presence of the people you know, and not just at some pre-planned party or night club. Go to a museum with someone, engage in philosophical discussion, start a book group, join a band, whatever, but don't let the internet be your means of communicating with the world around you. Certainly keep your hobbies and your needs for alone time met, but try to find a good balance between the extremes of being an empty socialite and a shut-in. A profile will never laugh with you, a skype conversation can never hug you, and no matter how personal a status update, it is a cold, removed fact to the reader. Go out and live while you still have a chance.