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Jan. 9th, 2006 11:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scottopicI'm busy as hell at work, am not exactly forthcoming, and always make fun of things like this, but I'll post it anyway:
Necessary modifications:
We know something about each other. Anyone who says "you only know what I post here" paints a stupid picture because well, yes, that is what we know about you, and therefore all the material we have to judge you by. If I come across as a know-it-all in LJ, then you know me as a know-it-all unless we've otherwise interacted. So you know about me what I ~want~ you to know about me, and that's cool. I probably know less about you than you want me to know because I have a mind like a steel sieve.
I have no illusions that I'm close with many of you.
I hope the inverse is true.
And that's fine. It would be incredibly rude to tell any person "You're not my best friend" although it is (almost) necessary for any number of known people to not be a "best friend". It's simply in the telling. On the other hand, there's a weird expectation that LJ-Friend = Friend, and that "Friend" means vastly different things to different people at different times.
So instead of posting anything that matters in the slightest, and not doing work for 10 minutes, I examined a Livejournals meme.
I'm so cool it hurts.
Ask as you will.
I'm screening comments because of the um...mixed audience this journal has, and so you may ask almost anything with impunity.
WARNING: I might lie.
The problem with LJ: We all think we are so close, but really we know nothing about each other. So I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. Ask away.
Then post this in your LJ and find out what people don't know about you.
Necessary modifications:
We know something about each other. Anyone who says "you only know what I post here" paints a stupid picture because well, yes, that is what we know about you, and therefore all the material we have to judge you by. If I come across as a know-it-all in LJ, then you know me as a know-it-all unless we've otherwise interacted. So you know about me what I ~want~ you to know about me, and that's cool. I probably know less about you than you want me to know because I have a mind like a steel sieve.
I have no illusions that I'm close with many of you.
I hope the inverse is true.
And that's fine. It would be incredibly rude to tell any person "You're not my best friend" although it is (almost) necessary for any number of known people to not be a "best friend". It's simply in the telling. On the other hand, there's a weird expectation that LJ-Friend = Friend, and that "Friend" means vastly different things to different people at different times.
So instead of posting anything that matters in the slightest, and not doing work for 10 minutes, I examined a Livejournals meme.
I'm so cool it hurts.
Ask as you will.
I'm screening comments because of the um...mixed audience this journal has, and so you may ask almost anything with impunity.
WARNING: I might lie.
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Date: 2006-01-09 07:54 pm (UTC)It had something to do with Jean Baudrillard, best known for his formulation of the notion of hyperreality, and in particular hyperreality in the United States. According to Baudrillard, America has constructed itself a world that is more 'real' than real, and where those inhabiting it are obsessed with timelessness, perfection, and objectification of the self. Furthermore, authenticity has been replaced by copy (thus reality is replaced by a substitute), and nothing is "real," though those engaged in the illusion are incapable of seeing it. Instead of having experiences, people observe spectacles, via real or metaphorical control screens. Instead of the real, we have simulation and simulacra.
But really, things tended to unfold as they should. We communicate. She is able to pry thoughts and feelings out of me like no one else ever has been able to do, but more often than not, doesn't have to pry. We have wild weasel sex. She's the kindest person I ever met, challenges me, and believes in me.