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I’ll resurrect you at the cost of my entire future but maybe that’s casual
I'm going to Clown College, but I'm majoring in playing the straight man. So it's mostly just normal classes like Math and English. Right now we're doing calculus and reading Grapes of Wrath
when you listen to a song and it gives you inspiration to daydream an answer to the plot hole in the story building inside your head
welcome to my farm where I keep my dark horse my black sheep my scapegoat and my underdog. my canary in the coal mine died ages ago
It’s a mess here: someone looked your gift dark horse in the mouth, led it to water, and jumped back on it. Your ducks aren’t in a row, someone counted the chickens before they hatched. Your geese are silly, your brown cows aren’t explaining how, and every one of these sheep is a wolf but they don’t even notice with the amount of wool over their eyes. I’m fining you one million gold coins.
it was the goat blame the goat
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i know ai won't win because i broke my favorite mug.
the lines on the bottom say do not microwave but i have been microwaving it for 7 years now. i put it away wet and it must have slid off the counter. it broke into 6 pieces. my girlfriend says this is proof a ghost that lives in my house; particularly because it is a black mug with a ouija board design. i think it is proof that i should dry things before i put them away.
i had superglue from an abandoned art project. it took me four days. inspired by kintsugi, i painted the seams golden. it is my first time doing anything like this, and it was more error than trial. i do not have any fancy materials. there is a thick band of gold across the no, so it reads like a diphthong now, N\O. a part of it broke in an almost-perfect peace sign, oddly round.
it will not be watertight anymore, it cannot be a mug. i'll reuse it as a flower pot. it will go on my back porch. it is kind of ugly, really. i didn't do an excellent job.
i spent every minute of this repair thinking about how often i had used it. how many little rituals it has been a part of. it is a big mug, but not a soup mug, which i loathe. it is perfect for two hands to hold. i have used it almost daily, so often that many of the details have worn off. my own skin did that - almost a decade of shared warmth.
none of the times i have told this story has a single person said what do you mean you have a favorite mug. not a single person who has seen the resulting half-maimed piece has said why would you put that back together? not a single person has said this is a waste of time. not a single person has told me what's the point of this? if you want to find a new mug, just use AI.
somewhere someone is probably using AI to draw an image or write a poem, i know that is true. but i think it is also probably true that most of us are going to write and read and draw and dance just because. that the process of doing so is not for a goal or a specific benefit, but because for thousands of years now - when a piece of pottery breaks, we try to fix it. for thousands of years - long before capitalism had any say in it - humans have been doing things just for the experience of it. for the fuck of it. for the love of the game.
ai is not going to win because i cut my thumb while i did it. ai is not going to win because i kept thinking about my all friends who do ceramics, how they're always asking me if i want to join them for a lesson. i was thinking about every person i've ever shared a coffee with. i was thinking about who i was when i bought this mug (graduate student. could barely afford the off-season thing on clearance). i was thinking about how many hands have held this, how many people i've been since.
ai is not going to win because i didn't do a perfect job of it.
my sister-in-law and i recently had a conversation about how one of her coworkers uses Chat instead of reading self-help books. and we both looked at each other about that, the stunned silence of rabbits. "can you imagine?" we said. what's even the point to it.
did i tell you? i had this dream once. we as the earth decided that for one moment, we'd all go outside and sing. any note we wanted, any way. it could be a howl or a scream or a high c. the noise we made together - it was the most beautiful harmony. this, i thought. this is the natural state of things.
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amber/paragon is SO compelling to me.
it's literally the greek myth of pygmalion and galatea. the carver creating their ideal soulmate, that comes to life.
paragon soaks in the life and misery and blood and emotions of everyone he comes into contact with, and is torn apart by everyone's expectations and disappointments in him. but amber is able to hold herself apart from him, and she remains totally mysterious to him. she does change him, but not in the one-sided way everyone else had. and she gives him his vision back.
amber is the carver who is obsessed with their muse, their ideal soulmate. and paragon is literally named paragon, the representation of all that is virtuous and beautiful. but the etymology of paragon goes back further. it referred to a touchstone, that would test the purity of gold. back further, it meant "to sharpen"
amber is associated with gold, and also carving knives. really what this reveals is an aspect of fitz/fool's relationship. the catalyst will be the chisel chipped and dulled for the sake of the world, for the broken tool is that which will pry open the future. fitz is her tool that must be broken. but paragon parallels fitz in many ways, and his name means 'to sharpen'.
the difference between amber and pygmalion is that pygmalion carved his ivory woman because he was disgusted with the women he saw. amber carved the man she loved. the difference between paragon and galatea is that she was perfect. both were made against their own will and paragon's story reflects the darker side of that.
but galatea isn't really a human woman, though aphrodite breaths life into her. she is too perfect. paragon will never be human either, nor amber, but they are much closer, they are human by proxy of their loved ones. that's why it's so important that amber carves paragon with all his scars and his crooked nose.
its like an anti-fairy tale. it doesn't end in happily ever after, paragon isn't fixed by love, he never becomes a real man. they are both flawed and real. the end.
i like to think he wondered
He lifted my hand and tenderly kissed the sword-calloused palm of it, and then held it in both of his. It was a farewell, and I knew it, and knew I could do nothing to stop it. I sat still, feeling as if I grew hollow and cold, as if Nighteyes were dying all over again. I was losing him. He was withdrawing from my life and I felt as though I were bleeding to death, my life trickling out of me. (Fool's Fate Ch. 34)