Great language, great games, great television and films are greater than the sums of their parts. These are my parts. These are the Blips.
While working with the idea of the mind-body-soul relation in Atwood’s Oryx and Crake last week, I started to think more about it in direct relation to the primary characters – Oryx, Crake, and Snowman. After playing with the thought for a bit, I’m pretty satisfied with correlating these three interrelated aspects of humanity with these three interrelated people.
I’ll begin with the last of the characters to be fully introduced: Oryx.
On a good day, I can string together some words and make a point about something. On an average day, I can string together some words and fail to make a point entirely. On a bad day, I string together words without trying to make a point in the first place.
Every day, I find things worth making points about. Enjoy this week’s Blips.
I’ve been playing video games literally longer than I can remember. I have some shadowy recollections of playing a Sesame Street game for Commodore 64 when I was 3 or 4, then moved on to DOS, NES, and Genesis games, easy as breathing. I tell you this not to beg for recognition in a pathetic appeal to seniority, but to explain why I could never explain gaming to non-gamers; I never was one, and I have a hard time understanding what they’re asking. Someone asking why I play games might as well be asking why I sleep; it’s because I’ve always done it, and the alternative seems awful.
If other gamers share even a little of my mentality, then no fucking wonder non-gamers don’t understand our experiences – we completely lack the language to share them. If the gamer community is ever going to be more accepting and less insular – if it’s going to get people to not just admit, but appreciate, that games are art – we need to fix that. Now. Continue reading
“When did the body first set out on its own adventures? Snowman thinks; after having ditched its old traveling companions, the mind and the soul, for whom it had once been considered a mere corrupt vessel, or else a puppet acting out their dramas for them, or else bad company, leading the other two astray. …
… “But the body had its own cultural forms. It had its own art. Executions were its tragedies, pornography was its romance.”
–Oryx and Crake, pg. 76
Margaret Atwood’s Oryx and Crake (which I have not finished yet, please no spoilers!) explores the relationships between body, mind, and soul, grounding the tale of genetic manipulation in more familiar philosophical territory. The titular Crake, at least, is (so far) tied directly to the materialist viewpoint, one I hold near and dear to my heart. What follows is a page of my materialist scrawlings, produced at 2AM after reading the passage above.
Cormac McCarthy’s Blood Meridian is a crazy awesome western that you should all go out and read right now. It’s not a spaghetti western by any means – it’s one of the darkest, most brutal investigations of mankind’s capacity for cruelty I’ve ever come across. It opens with a third-person narrator describing the traumas of The Child, soon to become our protagonist, The Kid. I’m only capitalizing for clarity, because McCarthy does no such thing. By the time we enter the story proper, however, characters begin speaking, even the nameless Kid. The funny thing is, there aren’t any quotation marks to be found at all.
I know we may be far apart, but I’m glad that I get to be an internet neighbor to you!
I want to share something special with you – I’d like to take some time and talk about my grandma, and Mr. Rogers, and why they’re so important to me. Would you read this post, and share your time with me?
Sometimes you just want to roll through your entire friend list and tell everyone “it’s complicated.” Facebook, the Biggest Brother of them all, makes its money trying to unravel those twisted threads into usable marketing data. I imagine that if they used underemployed humanities majors to sort that out instead of multi-million dollar computer algorithms, it might look like this.