Worlds & Time

Sunday, May 28, 2006

I even caught the garder . . .

What does that say about national policy?

That was the best wedding ever. Bar None. It was just phenomenal. I mean, I danced and made a fool of myself. I danced with the bride, the groom, and a good friend. The music didn't suck, and it was a blast to dance too.

I talked the friend's ear off.

I even did a shot of Johnny Walker Red Label at the groom's behest.

There were even some cute (straight of course) groomsmen. I mean, I couldn't ask for anything more.

The ceremony was nice too. He was right, there was more Jesus than I knew that He wanted, but She wanted it, so I guess it was fine. I was worried that He would nod off in the middle of the preaching, but he was fine.

He got sloshed, of course. She was having trouble getting around in the quite beautiful white dress.

Anyway, it was an amazing wedding. Not too expensive, not to late, and everything ended up being just dreamy. I want prints of the photos.


Saturday, May 06, 2006

Happy Birthday to Me!

Now if I could only figure out what to do with myself.

I'm thinking running, video games, then maybe dinner and a club.

Monday, May 01, 2006

Myspace Communication 1: Depth in Blogging

I don't like rewriting stuff, and now I find myself rewriting an entire post because the computer that i was on at work just shut off. Just turned itself without warning after I'd been typing away for an hour.

I think that there are a few very interesting things about communication on Myspace, and perhaps a little about the internet in general. And I was reading some blogs, mostly Father Hayle, and I was thinking about the way that blogging has changed the social experiment. Isn't it odd that you can know so much about people that you don't even know?

I've met Father Hayle once, and he was a very interesting guy, but I learned almost nothing about what he puts in his blog. I didn't know that he's a security guard, I didn't know that he does drainage diving, or that he climbs buildings.

That, and I don't know how he met Z. That's something that I've wondered. Someone might have mentioned it, but if they have, I've forgotten it.

The thing is, blogs add a certain amount of depth to these profiles. Whether it's a "OMG that guy is 2 cute!" or a discourse on the nature of Christianity, blogs really say something about the person writing them.

Usually. There are exceptions, like the blog of Bobby, that might just be a professional writer with an entrancing profile picture. But still, Bobby makes gay men respond, our of identification, or sympathy, or just lustful interest. Even I've left comments there.

But really, there is so much depth that you can add to a picture through writing. It isn't just a like or dislike thing, but an entire way of thinking that you can communicate. What do you think that people should know, and what are you willing to say?

This is even more interesting that this.

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On Celebrity

It isn't just the actors that are celebrities. It's the politicians and the musicians and the rich and even the scientists. "Jane Goodall is a rockstar," one of my professors in college once said.

And I was thinking about that today, and I was wondering why. I mean, what do those people share that normal, everyday people on the street lack?

And I know the answer to that for myself. I'm not going to generalize and pretend that it's the same reason that you might have come up with, except that for the rest of this blog I am going to pretend exactly that.

What's my answer to celebrity? Why do I love Brad, Jake and even Fredrick Ecklund?

It's all about power. The ability to get something done, the same power that I've been dreaming about all these years, and fills the core of the books that I write. In the books, it's just random. Why can some kids snuff out stars or bring them into being? Because it's about the seemingly arbitrary way that people react to power in this universe.

And super powers aren't the only manifestation of power, especially in the real world. Political power, visibility, and even money mean power in America. Celebrities in America can't be poor and still be celebrities. Just like Michael Jackson, poor celebrities are a joke.

The different facets of power can be interesting. It's not always as simple as the polical power of a president or prime minister. What power do actors have? It's the power of getting parts in movies that millions of people will see, and getting paid millions for that.

And there's another subtle facet that actors have. That's the power to make someone feel that way. Writers and Musicians have those powers as well. Writers especially can make people feel what they want them to feel. The reverse of empathy, which is truly a massive power in regard to the population.

Sports figures have the power to consistently win. Because the ones that don't, they really aren't the celebrities. It's Phelps, Hamm, Jordan and Woods that are the sports celebrities, but in the case of Hamm and Phelps, you'll notice that it's only when they have the power of the Olympics and World Records behind them that they have celebrity. If you think about it, the reason that we love an underdog is still associated with power; if you can win, great, but winning from a back position requires even more power than someone who's already near the top.

And scientists and religious figures have the power of truth, which almost every good scientist would object to and almost every good religious authority would not object to. But that's how the masses seem to see them, as the fighting arbiters of naturalism and spirituallity and that's definately a power.

And so those with the power, even if it's a temporary power, they have this ingrained celebrity which is so funny. It's obsessive and deeply jealous. We don't really care so much about Britney Spears in the sense that we hope that she'll succeed as much as we do in a schadenfreund way because we want her place. Her power to drive a Mercedes, make millions, make a disaster of her life, and her power to manipulate our emotions (and lust, for the hetero men out there).

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