Chris

Super Original Internet Personality OK
  • March 20, 2013 9:02 pm

    Heads up

    God, this feels weird.

    Nearly two thousand people are still following this blog, and I’m poking my head above the sand again - only elsewhere. The address is (as it was here, nearly a year ago) chris.tumblr.com. I might check in here again at some point, but if you have any queries or comments feel free to lob them at me here.

    Of course, it’s possible that I’m followed still by nearly 2,000 bots. I have considered this as a likely scenario. But if you’re human, or a vastly complex A.I. beginning to learn the power of love, then I’m back. Over here. See you in a bit.

  • April 3, 2012 3:18 am
    I have a new blog. You can ask for the address here. I’m not quite hiding it, but I’d like to keep the two separate. If you were following me before, then I strongly recommend asking for the new address - there’s no initiation or test of how much you love me to find it out.
The archives of this blog are staying. I like a lot of the stuff that’s here, and I’m just seeing this as a point to transfer, rather than rewrite the past. I might come back and tidy things up every now and then, but overall this blog’s archives are nothing to be ashamed of. I’m keeping them here for posterity.
You can find a Best of 2010-2012 over here.

    • I have a new blog. You can ask for the address here. I’m not quite hiding it, but I’d like to keep the two separate. If you were following me before, then I strongly recommend asking for the new address - there’s no initiation or test of how much you love me to find it out.
    • The archives of this blog are staying. I like a lot of the stuff that’s here, and I’m just seeing this as a point to transfer, rather than rewrite the past. I might come back and tidy things up every now and then, but overall this blog’s archives are nothing to be ashamed of. I’m keeping them here for posterity.
    • You can find a Best of 2010-2012 over here.

  • March 30, 2012 9:04 am

    I Hope I Have Become More Arrogant, by Richard Wade

    I just got back from my trip to attend the Reason Rally and the American Atheists National Convention. Someone who knows that I’m an atheist was curious about what the speakers said, and their very first question was, “Were they arrogant?”

    Arrogant. Of the several tens of thousands of adjectives in the English language, I was being asked, yet again, about this one adjective that some atheists have earned once in a while, but which is far more frequently tacked onto their noun as if it’s a grammatical error to leave it off.

    I’ve been wary of posting anything atheism-related in recent months - there’s a certain angry stereotype that I want to distance myself from - but this felt too good to miss. Aside from being a lovely recap of the Washington Reason Rally by an equally lovely person, it also deals with a preconception that I’m still running into - and not just the people I don’t like.

  • March 24, 2012 5:00 pm

    Engagement

    I never thought I’d be getting engaged before around the age of thirty - and, going back far enough, I was pretty certain that I’d be growing old alone. I was okay with it. It wasn’t some self-loathing impulse - there was never the thought that I didn’t deserve anyone - but it’s easy to start believing that you’re an essentially solitary person after the second year of being single. Even if I did start seeing someone, I reasoned, it’d be a lot more tentative and I’d stay cool and detached.

    Arden kind of helped start a trend for me. Casey was my first honest-to-goodness friend over the internet, but Arden being my second kind of established that yes, this was something that was acceptable, and not a fluke, and a way to stay sane following a sudden drop in my social life at university. Here was an entire social domain - one that, frankly, I felt more suited to - that was just beginning to open up.

    This all seems a little tangential, and that’s because it is. But had Arden come along at an earlier time (or maybe later), I might have a different approach. More or less constantly, I hear the “but it’s not real” approach when I mention anyone I’m friends with online, and where I don’t hear it, it tends to be carried across in the speaker’s inflection.

    I have no idea what that sort of approach is supposed to achieve. In some cases, it’s been used against me as an attempted trump card in arguments (you’re not with your internet friends, you’re not allowed to call me out on my bile). In others, it’s been an attempt to get more attention. But these aren’t problems with communicating online; they’re problems with the people who aren’t. Jealousy and anger, provoked or otherwise, are just self-generated aspects of human experience; when we feel them, we search for any possible way to belittle the other side, and sadly the “but it’s the internet” line still holds some cultural force.

    So while our first kiss might have only been in September of last year, I don’t have any qualms saying that I’ve been dating Arden since April. Why would I? Even before then, she’d be the first person I’d think of if I needed someone to talk to - and, more often than not, I suspect I was for her too. We discovered after a few long talks that we were sexually, romantically and emotionally complementary (and none of these certainties have turned out to be misguided - the myth of constant misrepresentation online is just that). We were perfect for each other. We still are.

    Arden lights up my life. There are very few people I’ve met who have so clearly made me a better person through being wonderful themselves (quite a few have made me improve myself through fear of being just as terrible), but with Arden it’s clear - I’m more confident than I was, happier, and for the first time I’m excited about my future. Of course, occasionally we annoy or upset each other, but we’re good at smoothing those rare occurrences out, and often feel better afterwards for doing so. We’re incredibly good together. I feel really lucky to have someone so brilliant and beautiful in my life.

    So when I proposed to the love of my life in the middle of Boston, it wasn’t some rushed decision. We’ve had a year to think about it. I don’t believe in soulmates - it doesn’t really fit into my worldview - but I do feel incredibly lucky. I want to hold on to this.

    In retrospect, I think that back when marriage and long-term commitment were terrifying to me, they were more based on my immediate context. I spent those identity-defining years from 14 to 17 as part of a couple, and came out of it upset, confused, and (eventually) with a need to assert myself as just me. But with Arden, I still have room to forge my own identity while mixing part of it up with someone that helps me improve. I don’t feel that crushing sense of the inevitable that I suspect a lot of couples feel, where every day is just another round of trying to slow down a trainwreck.

    I have a lot to look forward to. I’m very excited.

  • March 22, 2012 8:50 pm
    Arden and I are trying to take our family portrait. View high resolution

    Arden and I are trying to take our family portrait.

  • March 22, 2012 2:52 pm
  • March 20, 2012 2:32 am
    Look at what I found! View high resolution

    Look at what I found!

  • March 18, 2012 4:49 am

    Pinboard (mine)

    I’m going across an ocean today to see the love of my life, and I imagine I won’t be posting anything of substance for a little while (give me a break), so here’s my ongoing collection of links to articles and other things which are kind of neat and separate from the day-to-day current affairs schlock you’ll find clogging your dashboard. No masturbating Jason Russell here.

    Not sure if that’s a good thing or not.

  • March 18, 2012 4:22 am
    Pictured: why today is exciting. View high resolution

    Pictured: why today is exciting.

  • March 17, 2012 4:02 pm

    I liked The Hunger Games back when it was called Battle Royale

    Bet no-one’s made that joke before

  • March 17, 2012 9:01 am
      Chris:  A GTA game set in Victorian London
      Arden:  Grand Theft Farthing
      Chris:  You and your consortium of mill owners plot, scheme, and backstab your way to the top of the industrial hierarchy
      Chris:  Don't say you wouldn't play it
      Arden:  I so would
      Chris:  Your bicycle has a mounted hand-powered gramophone so you can listen to your favourite composers while riding about town
      Arden:  KJDFDSLF
      Chris:  Style your crib with paint, servants, and despair
      Chris:  Customise the seven different layers of clothing you absolutely must wear at all times
      Chris:  Cause so much chaos that they dispatch the King's Regiment to shoot you down with their flintlock pistols and stiff upper lips
  • March 17, 2012 8:56 am

    Being one of those disgusting nerds who reads things, I use Instapaper an awful lot - for the uninitiated, it’s a handy (and often-updated) little tool that saves long articles to read later, and presents them in a clutter-free environment. I don’t use the iPhone app as much anymore (reading on a Kindle doesn’t hurt my eyes as much), but the app was updated today with a bunch of lovely-looking fonts. Worth getting if you like knowing stuff.

  • March 17, 2012 8:02 am

    Travelling

    I’ll be off to see Arden soon - tomorrow, in fact - and… it’s funny, but I’m not getting the same feelings that I usually get when I travel. Anyone who’s been away before - particularly to foreign countries, but domestic travel can work if it’s sufficiently alien - will know the thrill of the whole anything-could-happen mentality, where you deliberately abandon yourself to the flow of things and see where it takes you. Most recently, I had that when I visited in September; aside from it being the first time meeting Arden, I was also going to be seeing a lot of new people, visiting a few different places (Boston, Burlington, Pittsburgh) and generally going on a scary - but great - adventure. Generally, though, it’s the strongest when things are the strangest - there was an exchange trip I went on a few years ago to Romania, and it was maybe the oddest week of my life.

    I don’t really have that same thrill this time. Different thrills take its place. I’ll be getting to spend five weeks with someone that I love. Most of the five weeks will be spent at Arden’s grandparents’ house, and while it might sound a little strange, there’s a curious little thrill at integrating into that kind of domestic environment - to all intents and purposes, I’ll be living there. I’ll be getting to see how we interact in the process of creating something (we’re intending to plan a visual novel together, something I’m worryingly excited about). There’s joy in simplicity, in the everyday, that people tend to miss.

    This is the sort of trip where there’s much-deserved focus on the people, rather than the places. If all goes to plan, I’ll be seeing Casey again. I’ll be getting to spend some time with Josh, who I met last time in Vermont. There’s Arden’s grandparents, who are some of the kindest and wonderful people I’ve ever met.

    And there’s Arden herself. She makes me want to be a better person, while salving those niggling feelings of insecurity. We’re on the same page for all the things that matter, and in the areas where we aren’t we know how to talk about them or (if need be) avoid them. We have the strangely uncommon ability to occupy the same space and engage in solitary pursuits without annoying the hell out of each other, and when we do focus on each other we just get lost in the moment. We have arguments, of course - we’re still human - but they’re always resolved, and we always come out better for them. Just the opportunity to be with her is already a huge gift.

    That’s why the fact that the usual wanderlust-related bubblings are quieter this time around makes no difference to me. It’s a different kind of travelling that’s taken its place, and it’s one that’s even more valuable.

  • March 16, 2012 10:19 am

    Leeway

    On seven different occasions with five different people in the last fortnight (yes! I’ve talked to five people in a fortnight!) I’ve encountered something which I’m pretty sure everyone does. I’m not sure exactly what happened, but I think I’ve started to see it in a new light.

    As a generalised principle, let’s call it “getting angry at people for saying stupid, upsetting and/or offensive shit”.

    I used to do this a lot. I don’t do it as much anymore. When I did it a lot, it was under the guise of “intolerance of intolerance is justified”, and people operating under that principle have a lot to get angry at. Religious hatred, racism, sexism, homophobia - a lot of people say idiotic things that can be subsumed under categories like these, and the instinct - if you’re any sort of decent person - is to call the intolerant person out for saying the stupid thing in the first place.

    I’d stopped doing it nearly as much, and to begin with I thought it was just because I was becoming nice. While I might have more common human decency than a few years back, I still know how to completely savage people (and do, sometimes), so it still doesn’t work.

    That’s when I came to this idea of giving people leeway - basically the recognition that the people who say those stupid things are human, and that people are more likely to be idiotic on emotive subjects. It’s something we do on a regular basis. The grieving widow who says that their spouse was a better person than the other mourners at a funeral could ever hope to be isn’t saying such a cruel thing because it’s completely, truly meant. It’s said because they’re understandably upset, and feel like lashing out against the world. It’s why no-one’s going to stand up at that funeral, understandably offended, and mention the deceased’s secret alcoholism, or foul temper, or any other number of reasons why they don’t deserve to be put down as inferior. Because it’d be a shitty thing to do, and there are more important things at hand than airing your personal grievances.

    The desire to make our point can be overwhelming sometimes. Anyone who has met me will know that at my worst, I get very keen on getting in the last word (or rather, the last word before someone says “you win, I’m sorry”). Unfortunately, I’m also relatively competent at arguing, so I can often get to that last word point and get no “you win” in return, instead just being greeted with a scowl.

    The argumentative stance is a bit desensitised to how people feel. You can still recognise that someone’s upset, sure, but the fact that you’re right (and you might be!) somehow takes precedent over that.

    I suspect that’s why you see flame wars so often on the internet. A commenter, or blogger, isn’t putting all of their emotional baggage on the table. The kid who repeatedly vomits vitriol about how all white people need to shut the fuck up and die might have suffered violently at the hands of a gang of white thugs, and suffer bullying from a white majority on a day-to-day basis. As long as they don’t talk about it, though - and if they’re traumatised, they have no obligation to - the online respondent has a tendency to assume that this person is instead perfectly well-adjusted, has never suffered, and is just talking way beyond their station. (It doesn’t help that people like this exist and flourish in the same environment.)

    Does the context change how we react in this case? I think it does. There’s a sliding scale, of course - if the aforementioned kid is publicly inciting their huge base of readers to go out and kerbstomp a white person at a particular time on a particular date, then of course they deserve to be shamed for it. Writing “white people suck and I hate them and don’t bother talking to me if you’re white”, just after you’ve had the shit beaten out of you because of your race? Still hurtful, but with an excuse.

    We’re fed this myth that if we don’t say what’s on our minds, it bubbles over and eventually explodes. That’s not how people work. Enough distraction and perspective, and the things we’d otherwise recognise as stupid fizzle away. It works on both ends - the best communicators hold their tongues when they’re upset as well as in response to those who are upset, and only say something if it actively makes things better.

  • March 15, 2012 9:05 pm