:: Minutes don't pass ::

Sunday, June 13, 2004

25 and still drunk. Should be in a band. A band with a clever name, like "Rocket-Propelled Grenada". Nice and emo, bordering on mawkish. Absurdly forthcoming, to the point of having to fabricate drama. Those bands can't really have the lives they claim to, right? Are there hidden disaffection lodes somewhere that they strip-mine?

Corporations don't scale well. Too many little little organizational inefficiencies. Reach a certain mass and face the dilemma of whether to surrender to chaos or batten down like the military. Of course, since most companies are all about hedging their decisions, they choose some meandering compromise.

Societies scale well though. It's damned remarkable that this many people can coexist, conflicts, starvation and other ills be as they may. Aww, how revelatory.

Pap songwriters have a formula they follow, see-sawing from one contrast to another, always hitting the lows before the highs. It sets irrational expectations though. For every life mimicking a Vanessa Williams happy ending, there's a Monkees song with the chorus excised. Actually, "I'm a Believer" doesn’t need that - have you examined the lyrics lately? Dark stuff.

No, you probably haven't re-examined lyrics to Monkees songs lately, have you? Where do you get off? How will you get your recommended daily allowance of maudlin tripe? From the WB? Shannen Doherty and Allysa Milano had a falling out, you know, even though they both should have bonded over spelling their first names "creatively". I haven't even seen Charmed and I know that. Can you believe E! is an entire network devoted to meta-knowledge? It's about entertainment, which in and of itself is about something too.

Short story: the life of metadata. Portray it as a leech, a parasite. No, wait, too harsh, more like a symbiont. Wait, they're the same thing. Not really, you're getting improperly semantic. Anyway it's not a symbiosis, the data can stand on its own. But the meta data adds context. Yeah, but it's not essential - that's the crux of symbiosis. Granted, but it's not parasitism either - like I said, the metadata adds context, adds depth, enriches the understanding of the data. The historical information tied to an invention, for instance, modulates our perception of it. Would Anne Frank's diary be as compelling if you didn't know a) what happened after the entries ceased and b) it were true? These are facts about facts.

Mmmm kettle drum, kettle corn, kettle one. Pot calling the kettle a hack. Pol Pot calling the kennel back. "Where's my lhasa apso jerkoff?" In the spaying fields. Bob Barker's wet dream. Philandering ninny should have neutered himself. Again with the meta-knowledge. The only role The Price is Right plays in my life is to inform me that smarmy octogenarians are more sexually active than I. That and some vague childhood memories of my brother's obsession with game shows. Win lose or beating a dead horse.

I received a birthday card from my grandmother, who lives by herself in a small apartment having outlived her husband and all her siblings. All it said was "years do pass". It's the best card I've ever received.

Brunch time.

UPDATE: This is why friends don't let friends blog drunk.

Posted by morland @ 01:46 PM

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