Thinking about corporeality this morning. The entanglement between the physical nature of computers and the esoteric nature of the data stored upon them. We really are playing God, but I don’t know that it is truly playing, or if playing by it’s nature is just living or if Play is just a name we made up when we can’t tell if it’s serious or not. I’m under an impression that serious people are emulating seriousness, when in fact, it’s an act and they couldn’t possibly be serious at all. Who can seriously be serious when this shit is so FUCKING FUNNY. We are children. Always have been, always will be. Anyone who thinks they’re otherwise are sorely mistaking themselves for more than they are. Let go of adulthood. It’s made up. It’s always been made up. Be a kid. Be yourself. This is Neverland.
My daughter is painting a suncatcher while I try to figure things out here. I’ve learned a bit about Jekyll and how to deploy a blog. Now I am able to post new content. Now I need to work out remote delivery so that I can post from other vehicles, rather than writing a new markdown page in vim within a remote shell. Improvements will be made to this site as I feel inspired to do so.
What is the greatest television show in the known universe? Twin Peaks, I say. And while others may back Vince Gilligan and his Breaking Badiverse, I feel a personal connection to Dale Cooper. Lynch’s use of the FBI agent trope acts as a semiotic buffer for my own personal exploration of this world and my place within it.