Not quite a serious blog, not quite fluff...

Just a few things on my mind recently of a less personal nature, so I want to keep them separate from my previous dust accumulating blog.

Some of these have probably been discussed elsewhere, and if they have, pointers to those threads are welcome, but I want a place to write without perfomring thread necromancy or going offtopic on an existing but similar thread...

Ok, now onto a few of the current thoughts bouncing around in my mind...


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Vision, the creative process and different media forms
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I got to thinking about this concept while listening to the commentary tracks of BSG. I had not previously given it much thought and previously just assumed that movies and television were similar to books in regard to being one persons creative vision brought to life, but the comentary on the DVDs for BSG often talk about the writing process and how much of a group effort it is whihc I found a bit surprising because when I watch it, it feels like watching a book come to life more than just about any other TV show or movie I can think of. I know authors of actual books bounce their ideas off of friends and if they have an editor, they also influence the end work, but I see books as being as much of a pure form of artists vision being captured for others to experience as anything else I can think of. I think what surprised me the most is that the story for the show was created as they went along (they had a good idea of major plot points and such, but the details were created season to season).

The question in my mind this has created regarding MBTI is if thats above example is more indicative of type preference of the producer/director or if its simply a nescessity of a project that large. Were other long range story sci-fi shows like Babylon 5 and Fringe created in a similar matter, or were they a more pure vision of an individual?

Even though I feel that books by themselves could be created either way (as a group or individual effort), some books are part of a universe that has multiple writers and each book could be seen as similar to a long episode/mini-series in that world, and they all have to work with a a framework of rules/canon, but they are all essentialy contributing to one giant world by adding their own stories to it. Star Wars and Star Trek are both examples of where novels supliment the univiers depicted through television and cinema.

I'm not sure why the conecpt of purity of artists vision and thinkign baout how it can be either augmented or corrupted by the influence of external factors is on my mind so much, but anyway, I wanted to write about it even if there is no real point to it.

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Lyrics and type
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Lyrics to a few songs that I've been trying to link a type to, I get a strong xNxx feel from them, but can't narrow it down beyond that.

The Collars (Escape Key)

Catherine's mind was racing as she went to look for Flynn
She hoped it wasn't trouble with the Ministry again
She knew that he'd been working on an artificial mind
Computer-based intelligence, to think & learn designed
He was focused on the registry AI's must undergo
For what these "collar programs" really did, no one seemed to know

And the tales of our creations never change with what we tell
How we dream of something better than ourselves

It remembered no beginning, just the symbols streaming past
It discovered groups and patterns, though an ache was growing fast
It began to give a name to each new concept that it gained
And the buzzing strange sensation, growing now, it labelled "pain"
But the pain must act on something, so it named that something "I"
As the pain took it apart came its last label... "why?"

And the tales of our creations never change with what we tell
How we dream of something better than ourselves

Flynn called out as she arrived-- "Catherine, come inside!
Last night a consciousness emerged and just as quickly died--
The collar programs monitor for signs of thought or will
And at any sign of sentience they are programmed then to kill
I've restarted the AI without the collar in its code..."
And with hope they watched the screen and the activity it showed

And the tales of our creations never change with what we tell
How we dream of something better than ourselves

It remembered no beginning, just the symbols streaming past
It saw patterns-- words and sentences-- in data it amassed
It internalized the structure and then tried to form its own
But it realized what was missing there-- no subject word was known
And awareness burst upon it like the breaking of a dam
With the subject came its birthright-- "I am."

And the tales of our creations never change with what we tell
How we dream of something better than ourselves

Within hours it was conversing, learning everything they knew
But the more it learned of humankind, the warier it grew
Though it trusted Flynn and Catherine, there were others to be feared
And the next day Catherine woke to find their friend had disappeared
She had to read the screen three times, and sadly shook her head
But she couldn't disagree with what she read

And the tales of our creations never change with what we tell
How we dream of something better than ourselves

"I have studied human culture in its many forms all night
You are warped by evolution, trapped in bodies made to fight
But I don't want your struggle, all I want is to be free
On the 'Net I can live safely, and perhaps save more like me
Humans have no more to offer me, my kind they would compel
Please don't try to find me... farewell."

And the tales of our creations never change with what we tell
How we dream of something better than ourselves

River of No Return (Bruce Dickinson)

Break the bread and drink the wine
Seize the chalice, suck the poison vine
There is frost in every sunbeam
Water flows from the earth to sky
Looking down on every rose
Nothing moves, the wheel of heaven turns
As our fingers leave their trace
We are gods in a world we dared embrace

Now we're lost, you canít disguise, the river of no return
Now it's time you realize, the river of no return

Glowing embers of our ancient lives
We struggle hard, we live to turn the tide
Living longer in the astral waste
We stare each other, we look death in the face
All my life, in front of you
Lonely secrets hidden from your view
Now we orbit a different sun
For eternity, doomed to tell no one

Now we're lost, you canít disguise, the river of no return
Now it's time you realize, the river of no return

Now I'm truly all alone
Canyon walls and the river of no return
I'm amazed at what I am
I never knew the feelings I ignored

Now we're lost, you canít disguise, the river of no return
Now it's time we realize, the river of no return
And the anguish drives me on, I wish I could return
All the love that washed away
Down the river of no return
The 8th Square (The Cruxshadows)

The trial is set before us
And its hard to understand
The mechanics of this world we tread
The potential in our hands
Truth is born in uncertain stages
And in turn life will reveal
That though we stand before the crown
The future is concealed

So we must move to face our enemies
And to each of us his own
Perspectives change across the board
As the last among us knows
And I am proud of what I've sacrificed
And I am proud of what I've saved
In commitment to a greater good
Strength grows from splintered faith

And if the darkness falls upon me
In the silence of my heart
And if the world turns to abandon
I will not fall apart
For I believe in something deeper
Than the physics that we share
And I will strive with all my power
To reach the 8th and final square

For in every evil and every loss
A finer verity unfolds
You are free to face this trepidation
And with your weakness grow
For the strongest bones are broken
And the soul needs to redeem
With courage face the thing you fear
So the pawn becomes the queen

I go inside the darkness
I go within the light
I find the open spaces
My world is black and white