Feels like autumn.

Clear, cool, but nowhere near cold. The moon is shining and bright, the clouds and the contrast of light pollution on blackblue pinpricked with stars...

The initial rush of stories and the combination of words into a grouping of meaning, how something can be heard, and made to mean something completely else.

"Open up your veins and splash the blood
and hit the power lines."

When I was first starting college, I had a habit of tracing the hollows and veins in my forearms. It was never the same, twice, but it held a general pattern and shape. I was thinking about this, recently, because of thinking about Vellum, again. Graving and UnKin, the marking of the soul-name upon the body, shifting and changing as the person grows...

Powerlines.

I love autumn.

[Edit: Also coilhouse. This indicative of both my problem with present futurists and some attempts at solutions. Worth a look.]

"Cautious optimism, Josh."

There's nothing wrong, right? No problems with my draft, my credits, nothing, right? So I'm fucking ecstatic, right?

So, of course, today I get this vague e-mail:

Subject: Graduation problem

'** High Priority **

'Mr. Williams,

'According to our graduation audit, the following item(s) must be brought to your attention for satisfactory completion. These items are in addition to any remaining courses in which you may be currently enrolled. We are not able to clear you for your degree until the reasons indicated are satisfactorily resolved.

'-Thesis

'_X_Please contact your college's Office of Academic Assistance at ***-***-**** for clarification of your problem. If you are aware of the problem and have resolved it, please disregard this email.
'___Please contact me at ***-***-**** (Room ***, Sparks Hall) for clarification of your problem. If you are aware of the problem and have resolved it, please disregard this email.
'___Please email me at ******@langate.gsu.edu or stop by Room *** Sparks Hall to formally change your expected date of graduation. Please include your Panther ID(SSN)

'If our information is incorrect, please advise us in order that we may verify this matter for our records. Your attention to this matter is vitally important for your graduation.'

And of coure I get this e-mail at 5.30, well after the Office in quesion is closed, right?

Right.

Done it. Seen it. lived it. Futurist Manifest.

I talk to you about synchronicity, and do you hear?!

I yell to you about the state of the future, but do you see?!

Know that I have not bought comics in seven Months. I am, you might say, "behind" in my reading.

One week and one day ago, I wrote this: http://wolven.livejournal.com/1300501.html

I have been reading Spook Country. Yesterday and today I had these thoughts: The future is subtle. It comes in through the cracks and the everyday. It is unexpected, but we live in it, constantly. Stop, for a second, and look at what you have, from the eyes of someone who has not been stteped in it, soaked in it, constantly. My television can record itself and update its information by picking packets of information out of the air. We think about the future as something Other, something that is Over There, Another Time, and so, when we wake up each new day, and we have the same old bullshit +1 and every day is BS+ (n+1), we don't notice, because it's incrimental.

Think: You look at science fiction about "the future" and what do you see? You see a world that's different, a world with new and amazing technology, leaps and bounds above your own, and you think to yourself "man, the future is going to be AWESOME." Because you are expecting to-- all of a sudden-like-- be transported into an episode of Ghost in the Shell. The future is only the future because it is Not The Present. It is Away, it is Distant. It is the Future. It is not Now.

And so you will always be disappointed, as long as you continue to think of it, this way. Change. Grow. Evolve. React, if you absolutely must, but do, and create meaning.

Don't worry about being "real," and instead worry about Being, At All.

I had these thoughts, yesterday and today. This evening I bought comics.

Do you know what comics have come out, in the time that I've been away from my precious paper addiction? Quite a few. Quite a few.

Doktor Sleepless is out.

Stop whining if you're going to be "aggresively apathetic."

Embrace your present, because it's the only future you'll ever fucking get.

[8:47pm: Immanentizing the Eschaton is the opposite of apatheticaclly slippinig into the past's future.]