Amazingly Rich and Freaking Famous.
Aug. 1st, 2009 08:04 pmI apparently have really different priorities, in my unconscious. The above title was originally typed as "Amazingly Right and Freaking Famous."
Anyway. Somedays I wonder about being a Known Person. Questions of propriety, of Non-Disclosure Agreements, of not wanting to say too much, because some other bastard might get to it first. These things start to weigh heavy on the mind. Especially if you're a Paranoid. Like, right now, I'm working on things for NeedCoffee.com, and for Dragon*Con (speaking of which,
raidingparty, call me if you still have that transfer), but I can't say too much, even though I'm really excited about them, because they're Not Done Yet.
And, yes, I know that, hopefully, people will really want to see what I'm doing, and will come see it, when it's done (Deja Vu), but that doesn't change the fact that, as I work, I want to get thoughts and opinions from the people I know. I want to start a conversation, and have it happen, Everywhere. And I want to get paid, for it.
But, the more people engage in the conversation, the more it happens, everywhere, the less I'm needed, to start it, and only needed to interject my particular take on the whole thing. Which, i guess, is still vital.
It just makes me wish that attention were infinitely extensible. Which, I guess, is part of what my birthday was all about. Then I can pay attention to everything, everywhere, all at once. My head's going to hurt, I think. At least at first.
There's too much Synchronicity, right now, and it refuses to be adequately directed. Songs, people, shared memories, none of it will follow a cut channel, nor will placing things in the stream leave it unaltered enough to reap the benefits. Too delicate. Must be observed... Or maybe just not altered for my own gain. Maybe I should try rerouting it for other people. Maybe that would make me an intrusive jerk-hole.
Thoughts?
Anyway. Somedays I wonder about being a Known Person. Questions of propriety, of Non-Disclosure Agreements, of not wanting to say too much, because some other bastard might get to it first. These things start to weigh heavy on the mind. Especially if you're a Paranoid. Like, right now, I'm working on things for NeedCoffee.com, and for Dragon*Con (speaking of which,
And, yes, I know that, hopefully, people will really want to see what I'm doing, and will come see it, when it's done (Deja Vu), but that doesn't change the fact that, as I work, I want to get thoughts and opinions from the people I know. I want to start a conversation, and have it happen, Everywhere. And I want to get paid, for it.
But, the more people engage in the conversation, the more it happens, everywhere, the less I'm needed, to start it, and only needed to interject my particular take on the whole thing. Which, i guess, is still vital.
It just makes me wish that attention were infinitely extensible. Which, I guess, is part of what my birthday was all about. Then I can pay attention to everything, everywhere, all at once. My head's going to hurt, I think. At least at first.
There's too much Synchronicity, right now, and it refuses to be adequately directed. Songs, people, shared memories, none of it will follow a cut channel, nor will placing things in the stream leave it unaltered enough to reap the benefits. Too delicate. Must be observed... Or maybe just not altered for my own gain. Maybe I should try rerouting it for other people. Maybe that would make me an intrusive jerk-hole.
Thoughts?
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Date: 2009-08-02 02:50 am (UTC)You may want to be infinitely connected, but the question is how does that desire effect you since you know you cannot be such. And even if you could or can be such, how would such a state effect the rest of us. So, I guess it then shifts to which is more important to you:
your desires or our reactions?