Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Day 88: Before I forget

TV should be used for educational purposes.  Half an hour shows are a great source of entertainment but when people do nothing but watch "entertainment" it's the equivalent of a kid who discovers he can eat cookies for every meal.  The worst rated shows are always the most informative ones.  The best example of this is The History Channel or Science, where they try to liven everything up with spruce audio and graphics.  It's like they're sugarcoating a pill so you think it's candy.  Learning isn't as fun as entertainment, that's obvious.

Internet and Facebook ruin context.  I was just reading this awfully boring book by Tim Berners-Lee about the creation of the world wide web, and the goal initially seemed to be to encompass the entire world and allow everyone  to be involved in it.  This concept of "open world" is this sort of catch all in videogames now, "sandbox game", where they present you a world to play in.  You create context by presenting any sort of hub for things to take place from.  So, it's kind of like with TV, when you have these different worlds that are all acceptable substitutes for your real one, and then you use them in a misinformed or unintended way to entertain rather than inform. 

So I think to write my stupid fiction blog I'm going to have to first decide on a world I'm writing in.  The big problem with this is that I don't understand the world I live in.  That seems to be where science fiction comes from, where you can catalog the assorted metaworlds you've stumbled into.  My biggest problem has always been liminal space, what aspect of this giant world you're supposed to describe, and also what actions are relevant or important.  There's all of these "entertainment traps" in the world that you can fall into to keep you from creating anything relevant.

Another day of "not much writing", but fiction is a real bitch.  I've been "doing research", though.


World this story takes place in:
            Moon outpost with engineers working on mining.  Suddenly the temperature starts to rise on the moon.  Contact with the mothership gets cut off and they can no longer see it in space the way they used to be able to.  There’s a space lodge where they live, completely ran by robots with emotional AI.             

            He put the grave head down at the foot of the cave, removing his hat and fanning his face with it.  The bears nest was gone, they left a trail of fish guts behind them inside of the cave.
            The buggies back tires revved as it swayed backwards and forwards.  The automated system flashed red with errors.  The three engineers stood in front of the desk chairs in a row

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