Archive for August, 2013

The Tenth Anniversary of My First Gmail Account Approaches

Monday, August 26th, 2013

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I regretted creating my yaoismyhero fairly soon after its inception after some cookie on an anime forum confused “yaoismyhero” with “yaoi my hero.” What the hell was I thinking? I’ve since grown to admire Yao for his environmental work and his humble character, but at the time, I didn’t even like Yao’s plodding style of basketball. I loved the Lakers, hated the Rockets for being such a scrappy team that could give the Lakers so much trouble. I cheered when Nate Robinson dunked on Yao. I was envious of his generous allotment of Northern Chinese height that I completely missed out on. (Since his retirement, I’ve grown to admire Yao’s humble character and his environmental work, particularly his attempts to drum up Chinese awareness of the ivory trade.)

But nevertheless, I continued using this account, and now, plan to stick with it until my death or Google’s, whichever comes first. I will plan something for the day of the tenth anniversary.

The thought of email accounts eventually reaching fifty years of age is still unfathomable for me.

Dream Recollection — British Film School

Monday, August 19th, 2013

Last night’s dream was a hearkening back to my days as a film student. Alongside my fellow students, I was working on a set, going through the familiar motions of moving C-stands, burning my hands on lights, tripping over electrical cords, and dropping camera lenses. The dream was so normal, that, had my fellow students not all been incomprehensibly speaking in British accents, I could have easily mistaken it for a straight replay of a memory.

Crazy Guy Wanders Into MMA Gym — A Memory for the Ages

Monday, August 12th, 2013

I was doing BJJ sparring with my coach at Chicago MMA (or more accurately, being smashed from bottom scarf hold) when a person waltzed through the doors of our gym, wearing a huge, toothless grin on his?her? face. The dude’s gender was obscured by long “dreadlocks” that drooped out of his?her? baseball cap, lichen-like hair clumps long abandoned by shampoo.

Because of his voice, I lean towards saying that this was a male. Upon seeing fellow humans, he started jabbering and giggling. I am glad jiu jitsu delighted him so.

My coach and I, we continued our roll, albeit at a dramatically slowed down pace as we cautiously observed the fellow. (Even half-assing though, the coach’s top scarf hold still would not budge.) After a couple minutes without a response, the guy turned around and left.

Words cannot describe how surreal this incident was. Perhaps, he was a Shinto spirit that had come to bless the gym.

SUSH

Tuesday, August 6th, 2013

A figure of yore from my high school days.

Where is he now?

Will he help to save the world?

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An Appreciation for Internet Forums, Message Boards, BB’s

Tuesday, August 6th, 2013

Today, I felt nostalgic, and mused upon my past usage of forums.

I am a child of forums. Sneaking up in the middle of night to use the family computer, poring through threads at 2 a.m, lurking, and then finally, getting to know people without the traditional boundaries of age, appearance, and class — I am so glad they existed in my life. Forums tantalized and ephemerally delivered on the gospel of techno-utopianism and content meritocracy promised by tech-hippies such as John Perry Barlow and Kevin Kelly (a group that has seemingly long since succumbed to the wiles of neoliberalism), the Wired of old, cyberpunk literature.

Without forums, without meeting the people that I met through them, I probably would have developed a narrower cultural taste. In turn, I would have developed less of an appreciation and acknowledgment for thoughts and concepts that defy simple phrasing. In this case, ignorance would not have been bliss — with less regard for ambiguity, I think I would have just become that much more flustered by the quality of uncertainty inherent to challenging periods of life. I also cannot imagine how much worse my capability of empathizing with fellow humans would have turned out without having had the privilege of encountering avenues into the braver, idiosyncratic minds through the gateway of their work.

The preteens growing up today will likely not know the magic, mystery, and intimacy of participating in a forum community unified by hobby or sub-culture to a devoted extent. Their Internet presence and participation will be bound to their name, a surface, easily accessible extension of their real lives and social proof, rather than a means of experimental escape, a window to difference. United by hobbies, forumites were, but that was only one shared point. I remember that forums were very contentious places, where  clashing over politics and religion (regardless of the original subculture represented by the forum) could be moderated and locked, but never stamped out. Yet, because these debates often developed between users who had known each others’ handles for years, a respect for each other’s place in the hobby would remain after the smoke had cleared.

Digital interactivity seem to be going the way of comments, groups, and feeds now, which I believe is a true pity. Forums are less vibrant places than they used to be, given less influx of new blood. Nonetheless, they maintain their hold on regulars, and continue to produce discussion, even if threads, on niche boards especially, now seem to take a week at a time to get a response. In that sense, forums evoke the state of star production in the universe for me — most of them that will ever exist have already been created. Many systems still support life, but they are aging, quiescing.

So, if forums, given a death sentence as an apparently redundant vestige, must die as an integral portion of the Internet experience, I hope they die slowly. Long live forums, standard bearers of sub-culture and babysitters of restless teenagers.