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:: Blather, rinse, repeat. ::
Sunday, March 02, 2003
Mired in the complacent, but enjoyable social routine of hitting the town on weekend nights, individual events tend to blur together. There's a general trend that operates on many levels: homogeneity breeds homeostasis. Static, stable environments have their place. Economic markets, biology, the global ecosystem, et al all predicate their proper functioning upon stability.
The same does not hold true, at least at the same level, for society and individuals. Yes, we need habits, routines, and familiarity to get us through our days, but becoming overly reliant leads to atrophy.
Strength, creativity, innovation, and progress are all driven by the reviled nemesis of the status quo, heterogeneity. Diversity equals vivacity. Witness the miracle of a melting pot that is America. Witness the allure of travel. Witness the (often positive) personal upheaval caused by the uncommon: the passing of a loved one, marriage, buying that first yacht.
I've come to the conclusion that spending my repetitious nights with people just like myself is beginning to make me a much duller person. I present exhibit A: having spotted someone with the exact same digital camera as I own, I thought it would be funny to take a picture of her taking a picture. You know, kind of a meta-meta-post-postmodern attempt at humor. Now, having reviewed said picture in a state of semi-lucid sobriety, I can attest that it is in fact funny, but not because I've pushed the boundaries of the modern comedy-art paradigm. It's funny just because the guy with the mesh hat is making a weird face:
I'm pretty sure at some point I was an interesting person, with unique insights and some modicum of creativity, but it certainly wasn't the same person who took that photo last night. I'm worried that things might get worse, and my life will fade into one big blurry, obfuscated mnemonic haze - a string of "last night"s, punctuated by the occasional move, wedding, yacht purchase, birth or death, and documented by inane photographs and morose blog archives. I'm worried that I'll have to do something drastic to add some coveted diversity to my life and break out of this homeostasis. I'm even more worried that I might find myself not wanting to.
Oh wait, "Hot Shots Part Deux" is on HBO2. Problem solved.
Posted by morland @ 03:40 PM
:: Comments ::
I think we call this a 'breakthrough'
Fuck that-
Your not just like me
I kick ass
Sweet message you left Alexis
Posted by: Anna on March 3, 2003 12:04 AM
Please ignore the your
Instead read: you are, or you're
It's Alexis' (Alexis's? Alexi's?) fault.
I'm going to talk to my hotpocket now
Posted by: Anna on March 3, 2003 12:06 AM
I thought that picture was a good idea. I guess I'm lame too. Or I was drunk. Maybe both. That's it. I'm a lame drunk.
Posted by: Goldberg on March 5, 2003 05:03 PM
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