+ parallel synchronised randomness

whatever happened to the guy who spent a year in his bedroom with nothing but the internet and a credit card? this was of course from many many years ago when the internet was still a novelty, and i was still subscribing to wired magazine. today i virtually spent the day holed up in front of laptop, banging my head gently against the external harddrive as i contemplated life without all the fancy software that i cannot afford to own. my, what dramas of this modern life. nevertheless it struck me that it would not be in the realms of impossibility that i too could live in a bedroom with nothing but the internet as entertainment and an unlimited credit card for sustenance. although i do prefer flesh to sensuous flesh interaction (i'm all about the hands and the eyes), i do often derive more pleasure from learning about something rather than from the thing itself, which equates to hours of enjoyment from wikipedia alone.

but the consequences are unknown. would i come out unscathed? did the fella who underwent the year long experiment recover and go on to operate as a functional member of the community, maybe even making a substantive contribution? or did he stay as recluse, unable to deal with the rest of society after his self-imposed exile (not unlike the hikikomori of japan)?

clearly i must've had a lot of time today to contemplate such questions. actually they came after one of those sunday afternoon naps which are the highlight of my weekend. i've only said it a thousand times already but i do love a good sunday afternoon nap. especially at the tail-end of the winter and summer extremes, when the afternoon is warm but still breezy, and i have music playing and cares are non-existent (or at least pushed to the back of the brain, right next to guilt over my inertia). but i digress. i woke up from my nap today with a flurry of thoughts, not including a strong desire to create a blend of surreal art and factual films which was influenced by my viewing right before nap time. which was so very inspiring (i note, i am talking very much in self-evident sentences here)

the science of sleep is the latest michel gondry film. it is wonderfully surreal and imaginatively rich and creative and whatever superlative you can think of. and there's the notion of parallel synchronised randomness, a concept for which i never knew the name of, but had regularly experienced. even as of recently, i feel a certain kind of fateful connection in which my life interpolates with that of someone else's. or perhaps i just read too much into things, which i am prone to often enough (rather to my detriment).

then i watched the art safari episode of maurizio cattelan - i don't know what i enjoyed more. the tongue in cheek commentary (bordering on the ridiculous) on modern art by the jocular italian artist or the delightful affection for his subjects displayed by the charming host, ben lewis.