Thursday, March 12, 2015
I don't get it.
I was preparing to build something in Poser. The workspace always looks like this before anything 'real' is inserted. Ground plane below, background color above.
Suddenly struck by a thought. This scene is what most people want out of life ... or what they claim to want, anyway.
Beach.
Blue above, tannish color below.
This is the goal of all life, according to everyone.
WHY? I don't get it. Can't begin to get it. There's NOTHING TO SEE. I walked on a beach once, about 25 years ago, when I was attending a conference in one of those beachy places. Difficult walking, polluted salty air, warm and wet, NOTHING TO FUCKING SEE, NOTHING TO SMELL, NOTHING TO HEAR. Tannish below, blue above, stripe of different blue between.
Sensory deprivation.
There must be something else involved in the experience, otherwise it wouldn't be so popular. But I sure as fuck can't see it.
Give me a sharp cold morning in a quiet old neighborhood full of houses. Plenty of stuff to see. Wildly different every day. Plants flowering and fading, snow melting or refreezing in intricate patterns revealing underlying heat, houses improving or deteriorating, lights in kitchens, bacon smell from kitchens, perfumy smell from bathroom exhaust vents, dark cry-of-help smell from wounded trees, dogs pooping and barking, squirrels wirewalking, cats stalking squirrels, birds dive-bombing cats, an occasional coyote or deer.
Why would you spend thousands to seek unchanging nothingness (ie death) when all of this constantly changing LIFE is available right outside your own fucking door? I don't get it.
I do get Carver:
Look about you. Take hold of the things that are here. Let them talk to you. Talk to them.
= = = = =
Later note: Figured it out. It's not just old neighborhoods, it's one specific thing. Bungalows. That's the key. When I can see true bungalows I'm contented. Living in a bungalow is ideal, but seeing them is necessary. When I lived in a place that had no bungalows in visual range, I had to drive or bike into bungalow territory every day to get a dose. My current house isn't a true bungalow ... no overhangs or porches ... but it has enough bungaloid features to be satisfactory, and there are correct bungalows on all sides.
I was preparing to build something in Poser. The workspace always looks like this before anything 'real' is inserted. Ground plane below, background color above.
Suddenly struck by a thought. This scene is what most people want out of life ... or what they claim to want, anyway.
Beach.
Blue above, tannish color below.
This is the goal of all life, according to everyone.
WHY? I don't get it. Can't begin to get it. There's NOTHING TO SEE. I walked on a beach once, about 25 years ago, when I was attending a conference in one of those beachy places. Difficult walking, polluted salty air, warm and wet, NOTHING TO FUCKING SEE, NOTHING TO SMELL, NOTHING TO HEAR. Tannish below, blue above, stripe of different blue between.
Sensory deprivation.
There must be something else involved in the experience, otherwise it wouldn't be so popular. But I sure as fuck can't see it.
Give me a sharp cold morning in a quiet old neighborhood full of houses. Plenty of stuff to see. Wildly different every day. Plants flowering and fading, snow melting or refreezing in intricate patterns revealing underlying heat, houses improving or deteriorating, lights in kitchens, bacon smell from kitchens, perfumy smell from bathroom exhaust vents, dark cry-of-help smell from wounded trees, dogs pooping and barking, squirrels wirewalking, cats stalking squirrels, birds dive-bombing cats, an occasional coyote or deer.
Why would you spend thousands to seek unchanging nothingness (ie death) when all of this constantly changing LIFE is available right outside your own fucking door? I don't get it.
I do get Carver:
Look about you. Take hold of the things that are here. Let them talk to you. Talk to them.
= = = = =
Later note: Figured it out. It's not just old neighborhoods, it's one specific thing. Bungalows. That's the key. When I can see true bungalows I'm contented. Living in a bungalow is ideal, but seeing them is necessary. When I lived in a place that had no bungalows in visual range, I had to drive or bike into bungalow territory every day to get a dose. My current house isn't a true bungalow ... no overhangs or porches ... but it has enough bungaloid features to be satisfactory, and there are correct bungalows on all sides.Labels: Carver, Heimatkunde
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