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March 9th, 2002

chairs and bullshit and fiction. @ 03:26 am

Current Mood: contemplative contemplative
Current Music: Lush, Sweetness and Light

My mom called today; apparently, the chair from Steelcase (where my uncle George works) is in at the dealer in Milpitas and I have to go get it; George says that the box is larger than a washing machine. It's apparently a Real Big Chair; I just hope it can handle both my Annoyingly Long And Improbably Angled Torso and my Large-for-a-Male Butt. (The combination of the two means that it's nearly impossible to get any sort of lumbar support in regular chairs, sigh.)

I've decided that I need to write more in the way of bullshit - and by bullshit I mean "stuff I may or may not believe in, but haven't decided and certainly can't prove." Stupor-doopor psychic powers? Fortune-telling by way of little cardboard pieces dealt at possibly random? The Jungian Collective Unconscious as a palpable entity (that is, a priori rather than a posteriori)? I'd classify all those in the realm of bullshit. "Wildly improbable" is another way to put it, I suppose.

Why bother with the wildly improbable? I have all these wacky theories rolling around in my head, and by virtue of writing them down, the flat-out dumb ones would fall by the wayside - thus leaving rich fields of intellectual mulch to wade around in. I deal far too much with the logical in my regular and professional life, and not nearly enough with the fanciful.

I figure if I write enough bullshit, some coherent fiction may form. Haven't done it since high school; it's been far too long.

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Date:March 10th, 2002 06:04 pm (UTC)

I think that's a wonderful idea. I'm trying to do something similar myself, with mixed results so far - but then, I've only set upon this course the past two weeks or so, and the last three days have been filled with conference nonsense.

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