I'm contradictorily an empiricist, which is odd when you take into account my favor for leaps of intuition. Sometimes, I'll just see these fireworks explode in my head, and I'll struggle to get it out, scrawl it down on digital paper (aka computer screen), or whatever. I'll get frustrated attempting to explain it, so I let it flow. Sort of a metatao thing, I'm sure of it.

But one of the things that scares me is, me being able to talk about situations I haven't been involved in personally. Sometimes makes me flinch unless I can throw some personal experience or just add that extra wedge of flava, y'know? Which is why my last entry, the home microcomputer review, was such an unbelievable catharsis.

I had it pent-up in me for awhile, I wanted to find out. I have that innate curiosity which just makes me thrusts hands forward like mongoose vs. cobra, and you know that scene from Shine where Helfgott lets loose on the trampoline? Yeah, that's what I want to be. Discovery!

My little bro and I once issued a challenge to each other, that just by stacking up words, you could argue points/counterpoints for anything, junk it out of its context (social included), and just force units of language to do your bidding on mental constructs… we'd do these incredibly pretentious "art-house" reviews of Hollywood blockbusters and show them to our Thai relatives—who weren't familiar with the environment they were grown in—and giggle in laughter as they marvelled over what we honestly thought was crap. And there's all sorts of examples of this with generators, it isn't new, but it's worth being reminded of. Fundamental: you can make anything sound good/bad through words alone. And the reader can do their own critical thinking.

ACTIONS? I'm a hungry dog that way. You can come up with a whole text on why a puppy gets hungry, and she'll still want to eat. It is along the same line of reasoning that I interpreted the motto of SL, "Your world. Your Imagination." and took it literally. And then I took it to some different places, like walking a hungry dog. And dogs like walks, and they also like food.

Awhile ago, I wrote an entry about a preciv tribe finding some anime artifacts in a Gods Must Be Crazy way and making a whole culture around it. I can't find it, but it's up here. In Second Life, I'm seeing traditions emerge, and they are glorious. Besides the local terminology and expressions like "rez a prim", it harkens back to my heart to look up some historical moments. And to realize what I'm living in now is what's going for.

So I'll wake up at odd hours of the day, and continue assembling shards—that's what I know them as, at least internally. All sorts of glyphs and symbols, I see the colors, think of it as this really big flowchart, but it's jelly, and dynamic. It's what would happen if the game Pipe Mania wasn't played on a grid. And I'll come onto SL and it'll be like 4 AM but I'll be totally lucid. And it just reinforces one of my fave quotes from the Harold and Kumar movie: