Mirror Games
May. 2nd, 2005 10:26 pmSo, I spent some time reading old threads in rassef today.
My main conclusion: I don't know why anyone from then and there likes me, really. At the moment, I don't believe I do. There is something about the Usenet form, or rather, my reaction to it, that all too frequently has led me into breathtaking incivility, seemingly random spite, and apalling abrasiveness. Ugly, ugly, ugly. I get irrascible, and then I get mean. Yes, that is something of a norm within the forum. And it gets attention. One learns to do what gets attention. Someone recently observed, euphemistically, that I have a "large personality." Quite. I like to fill a room. I like the limelight. But sweet weeping baby Jesus, what was I thinking? Mean spirit is, in the end, just that. No matter how deftly turned the phrase that bears it. No matter how deserving the irritant inspiring it, and no matter how sweet the fizz of feeling the point go home. Never mind all the times it was just some poor bastard collecting collateral snipage.
Which makes this next thing trickier. Because I'm going back to rassef after all. I've started already, in fact. I think Kate is right: the cure for bad speech is more speech. I think enough people agree that it's worthwhile to reclaim the playground. But I need to remember that's what it's for: play. I think it's important that if one takes a martial metaphor at all, it be the war of inflated pig bladders, swirling chicken feathers, and the raucous laughter of Capture the Castle. I need to steer away from my own anger. I need remember how close my uglier self walks to the line, and have a care with it. Because experience suggests that self isn't going away. And that I'm not nice enough a person to wish it away, anyhow.
So I'll try to carry this uncomfortable self-scrutiny as a reminder. But I'll need your help, too. If I look to be going off on a bender, somebody slap me please? Or say the word. "The word is halogens. Then you have to name them." Or "Jasper." Or, "You can have anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant." Whatever. I'll try to take correction in good part, and hope to do the same for you some day.
So I'm going over to RASFF. Who's coming? As Antonio Banderas said in Desperado, let's play.
My main conclusion: I don't know why anyone from then and there likes me, really. At the moment, I don't believe I do. There is something about the Usenet form, or rather, my reaction to it, that all too frequently has led me into breathtaking incivility, seemingly random spite, and apalling abrasiveness. Ugly, ugly, ugly. I get irrascible, and then I get mean. Yes, that is something of a norm within the forum. And it gets attention. One learns to do what gets attention. Someone recently observed, euphemistically, that I have a "large personality." Quite. I like to fill a room. I like the limelight. But sweet weeping baby Jesus, what was I thinking? Mean spirit is, in the end, just that. No matter how deftly turned the phrase that bears it. No matter how deserving the irritant inspiring it, and no matter how sweet the fizz of feeling the point go home. Never mind all the times it was just some poor bastard collecting collateral snipage.
Which makes this next thing trickier. Because I'm going back to rassef after all. I've started already, in fact. I think Kate is right: the cure for bad speech is more speech. I think enough people agree that it's worthwhile to reclaim the playground. But I need to remember that's what it's for: play. I think it's important that if one takes a martial metaphor at all, it be the war of inflated pig bladders, swirling chicken feathers, and the raucous laughter of Capture the Castle. I need to steer away from my own anger. I need remember how close my uglier self walks to the line, and have a care with it. Because experience suggests that self isn't going away. And that I'm not nice enough a person to wish it away, anyhow.
So I'll try to carry this uncomfortable self-scrutiny as a reminder. But I'll need your help, too. If I look to be going off on a bender, somebody slap me please? Or say the word. "The word is halogens. Then you have to name them." Or "Jasper." Or, "You can have anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant." Whatever. I'll try to take correction in good part, and hope to do the same for you some day.
So I'm going over to RASFF. Who's coming? As Antonio Banderas said in Desperado, let's play.
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Date: 2005-05-03 06:38 am (UTC)And then there's the problem of my not feeling very connected to mainstream fandom anyway. But as long as I can keep my rocket launcher packed in my instrument case for emergencies, I'm in. Feel free to use any of the above safewords for me as well.
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Date: 2005-05-03 09:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-03 10:39 am (UTC)As Neil Gaiman once said to me in an entirely different context, "I'll meet you by the pool."
I've been going easy on RASFF recently, maybe Randy got to me about it. But I do still lurk.
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Date: 2005-05-03 04:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-03 11:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-03 12:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-03 12:52 pm (UTC)Weird place, at times; the counter crew is like as not to break into song.
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Date: 2005-05-03 12:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-03 12:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-03 01:20 pm (UTC)If you mean the ivory-billed woodpeckers, I have no further news to share.
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Date: 2005-05-03 08:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-03 04:34 pm (UTC)In rasff you had the same dynamic, only it was a great deal easier to click on the bunny. The process geeks were about computers and the net, not publishing. Your words weren't in front of you for long. And the feedback, as you point out, came much faster. This was often for the good of the group. But...it encouraged some bad behavior; not just from posters who wanted to get responses, but from respondents who felt they had to say more than "me too" so got even more huffy than the previous respondent.
I don't particularly regret any post I made (with a few exceptions, I suspect), but almost certainly I wouldn't make the same post today. I don't want to look back; it's no fun. Certainly I felt that many responses to me should have been rethought, but that's not my call. And that's why I'm not going back: I can't imagine it will be fun.
For the record: I never felt you were incivil, at least to me, or even notably abrasive. Of course, I ducked out a long time ago. We had our disagreements, which were politely hashed out iirc, and you seem to have come to my side of the Libertarian issue so I feel absolved.
Now if only I can get you to play weirder dance music, or you can convince me of terrific dance music that works for fans... but that's more like a mix CD exchange than an argument.
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Date: 2005-05-03 06:10 pm (UTC)I guess I have to find a newsreader now...
MKK
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Date: 2005-05-03 08:16 pm (UTC)Thank you. The trouble is, I think I've admired it a little too much myself, at times. One of the lessons I keep having to learn again and again is to beware of the feeling of self-righteous outrage. It hardly ever leads me somewhere I really wind up wanting to be.
I guess I have to find a newsreader now...
Yes, please. That would be nice.
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Date: 2005-05-03 06:17 pm (UTC)And I'm wondering if I constitute too much of a firestorm to return, anyway.
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Date: 2005-05-03 08:17 pm (UTC)Worse than me?!? Not likely. IMCO, anyhow.
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Date: 2005-05-03 11:24 pm (UTC)Step 1
Date: 2005-05-03 07:26 pm (UTC)Re: Step 1
Date: 2005-05-03 08:08 pm (UTC)*I think know who I'm speaking of here. I know I've sometimes unintentionally maligned Matt Austern by conflating him with Mark, but I don't think I'm engaging in that sort of error at the moment.
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Date: 2005-05-03 10:52 pm (UTC)