I'm marathoning Ghost in a Shell: Stand Alone Complex today for use in an upcoming paper, and a couple of ideas have popped up in the idea of personhood.
The first is how much language in integral to our understanding of reality. All of human ideas, culture and technology are conveyed to one another through this medium, but how does this communication protocol influence the ideas themselves.
Secondly, from the things the Tachikoma have said, the confines of living in our singular bodies makes our experience completely different from the Tachikoma's experience. They share a collective memory pool, while we have solitary pools. The way they think and understand the world ought to be quite alien from our interpretation of it.
These ideas must be explored.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Another Dream, this one more awesome
It's four in the morning, but I've just had this most awesome dream, that I hope to continue when I go back to bed, but if I don't write it down, I will forget it all.
First some quick plot points, so that I can remember them: There's a war between the elves and the dwarves, and I've been involved in the past (a recurring dream bit). The DePaul University American Studies spy department recruits me to play a hand in the war but I want to play it differently. And, as part of a class assignment, I decide to write on my efforts to stop the war.
The only point I can remember about the previous series battles over control of very specific places, are beautiful Minnesota-esque (I say this only because they remind me of a park that I once biked through on the Minnesota River) parks and monstrous fungal dwelled underground bases. And that the dwarves decimated the elves. Very pretty, very surreal.
Then the current dream starts. I enter a McDonald's in some Norse ski village (another recurring element), and am there approached by a tall, thin, blond woman, who despite being tall, thin and blond is quite in reality an agent for the dwarves, who has come to tell me that the next big struggle between the two Fae communities is about to break rather soon, and that I'm going to play a part in the horrific and bloody war in the next upcoming battle at some school for witchcraft and wizardry (not that one). I remembering the way the last one played out, and I do not want in on that once more, and so I try to run away.
I return to my regular life, and on a lunch outing with some friends and my fiancée, I am trapped and drugged, despite my understanding what was happening and my efforts to stop it, by one Sydney Bristow (Jennifer Gardner in TV's Alias). I find myself revived some thirty feet away from where I had been tagged, in some comic relief style shouting and quick camera pans to the party I had been with still unawares of my absence. Sydney was wondering quite apprehensively why someone I was with was part of her unit, and I had to explain that we were just friends. Sydney informs me that I will be involved once again in the upcoming travesty, and that the DePaul University American Studies Cultural Espionage program (only with a cooler name and acronym) wants me to do all that I can to ensure that the Elves win this battle. I have my own reservations, especially that I want neither side to win, but think that the two should share their important cultural geographic points, neither having sole say in each realm. I reluctantly agree, though I have my own agenda, not theirs. I must start close to immediately, and I cannot tell my fiancée that I must leave. So I had to escape from their sight, and surreptitiously and tearily tell via iPod classic, my fiancée that I love her but that I have to leave.
The next scene, I am in the American Studies department office, approaching the receptionist, inquiring about the location of a class in which I am. Whilst asking, I see that the class is located in a favorèd professor's office. The professor asks me if I had written the proposal for the ethnographic report that I would be creating for that class. I tell her no, but that I must talk with her about that matter. We go, though a few of my friends follow, and I must shoo them off so that we might talk privately. I explain my situation, as well as my position on the stance, and that I need to write my report on my efforts to stop the war and bring peace. She allows this, and I am on my way.
Here the dream ends.
I am excited to continue this saga, either in proper dreaming, or in some imaginative narration of the affairs.
First some quick plot points, so that I can remember them: There's a war between the elves and the dwarves, and I've been involved in the past (a recurring dream bit). The DePaul University American Studies spy department recruits me to play a hand in the war but I want to play it differently. And, as part of a class assignment, I decide to write on my efforts to stop the war.
The only point I can remember about the previous series battles over control of very specific places, are beautiful Minnesota-esque (I say this only because they remind me of a park that I once biked through on the Minnesota River) parks and monstrous fungal dwelled underground bases. And that the dwarves decimated the elves. Very pretty, very surreal.
Then the current dream starts. I enter a McDonald's in some Norse ski village (another recurring element), and am there approached by a tall, thin, blond woman, who despite being tall, thin and blond is quite in reality an agent for the dwarves, who has come to tell me that the next big struggle between the two Fae communities is about to break rather soon, and that I'm going to play a part in the horrific and bloody war in the next upcoming battle at some school for witchcraft and wizardry (not that one). I remembering the way the last one played out, and I do not want in on that once more, and so I try to run away.
I return to my regular life, and on a lunch outing with some friends and my fiancée, I am trapped and drugged, despite my understanding what was happening and my efforts to stop it, by one Sydney Bristow (Jennifer Gardner in TV's Alias). I find myself revived some thirty feet away from where I had been tagged, in some comic relief style shouting and quick camera pans to the party I had been with still unawares of my absence. Sydney was wondering quite apprehensively why someone I was with was part of her unit, and I had to explain that we were just friends. Sydney informs me that I will be involved once again in the upcoming travesty, and that the DePaul University American Studies Cultural Espionage program (only with a cooler name and acronym) wants me to do all that I can to ensure that the Elves win this battle. I have my own reservations, especially that I want neither side to win, but think that the two should share their important cultural geographic points, neither having sole say in each realm. I reluctantly agree, though I have my own agenda, not theirs. I must start close to immediately, and I cannot tell my fiancée that I must leave. So I had to escape from their sight, and surreptitiously and tearily tell via iPod classic, my fiancée that I love her but that I have to leave.
The next scene, I am in the American Studies department office, approaching the receptionist, inquiring about the location of a class in which I am. Whilst asking, I see that the class is located in a favorèd professor's office. The professor asks me if I had written the proposal for the ethnographic report that I would be creating for that class. I tell her no, but that I must talk with her about that matter. We go, though a few of my friends follow, and I must shoo them off so that we might talk privately. I explain my situation, as well as my position on the stance, and that I need to write my report on my efforts to stop the war and bring peace. She allows this, and I am on my way.
Here the dream ends.
I am excited to continue this saga, either in proper dreaming, or in some imaginative narration of the affairs.
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