I just read that negotiating one’s identity when people understand you so alarmingly starkly is troublesome and inconvenient.
Agreed. I think I might also add and really, really dangerous for us all.
I mean really. How can alarming starkness explain my link to this? Saying that the web address is on Chris Bathgate’s excellent CD throatsleep is a start. Still, it doesn’t tell you if I am calling it out because I’m listening to it as I write or because I am doing web work for the folks who are selling the CD (or both) and none of that gets me any closer to understanding what the picture is all about. hat’s the merest slice of a nuanced web of perception that you could spend hours raveling and unraveling.
Every one of our lives is packed full of stories that nobody else could ever truly understand. You don’t have to go far back to a time when “the story” was something that could be generally agreed upon. Most days the answer is “which story”?
And jobs. What do you do for a living? Could you hoot it across a forest glade to your fellow workers?
At some level, I think we are all designed to appreciate signals that are simple and clear: Fire! Tiger! Quarter pounder with cheese! There was a time when nature enforced this on us. Now we try our best to do the reverse, but it’s not easy because of chaos theory and indeterminancy and cable TV and the interwebs and so much of the technology and tale-telling in this danged age of information makes everything jump around so.
As a result, we have issues of vast complexity that really should be the subject of reasoned and well-funded inquiries but are instead the subject of “debate” that could more or less fit on a Bazooka Joe comic.
An alarming starkness.
The photo above was going to be Stark and it was also taken by More Altitude. It now appears to the right because Tent Ridge is roughly equal on the Bayer-Sager scale of starkness and a whole lot more alarming. The photo to the right is Mount St. Nicholas in the Wapta Icefields of Yoho National Park in Alberta’s Canadaian Rockies. He says that what you can’t see that on just the other side of that peak is some of the sweetest powder he has ever skied.