Finding Perspective
Sometimes I wonder if people are really being aware of the arguments they make against things like taking care of other people or the environment. How does one become so uninvolved in the world to ridicule those who do? It’s too easy to say that it comes down to education or not being exposed enough.
In the last couple of months I’ve had a few exchanges with people that have surprised me. The most recent took place during commenting over an internet post with someone I’ve never met and don’t know anything about other than he shares a friend with me. In participating in any form of open public discussion one accepts that there will be those who have a different opinion. It was irritating that the person didn’t stop at having another opinion but felt it necessary to aggressively ridicule me. Instead of correcting or clarifying or even giving a counter-argument the discussion ended and everything veered off-topic into a sort of intellectual pissing contest splitting hairs. I thought to myself, “what for?”
The choice of words and execution used reminded me of another exchange I had last spring. If I discuss something like politics or social topics, I prefer not to speak with people who share exactly the same opinion as myself. It’s boring, one-sided and no one comes out any more enlightened. Still, speaking with people who break down into insults when they have no idea who you are or what your background is or even hold the slightest clue as what you may be about is perplexing and annoying.
I have friends who approach issues differently than me but can still have a discussion. I’ve been called out on some of my words and ideas before and have become a bit wiser for it. Of course there was a time when I took being called out on these things much more personally. It is with this understanding I try to keep my wits about me when dealing with the more aggressive personalities. All the same I wonder where the line should be.
I find that those who are unafraid to expose themselves to uncertain and new things without decaying into cynicism to be really courageous people. I like them most of all. They build bridges, test ideas and get to the heart of misunderstanding. Lately it is very difficult to not succumb to negative influences. A minute’s worth of news stories can ruin anyone’s good mood no matter which perspective they come from. Everyday we are closer to death, so in the end does anyone really want to look back on their life seeing it seething with judgement, indifference and intolerance? Is it worth it? Using angry words and ridicule like that are signs of a deeper self-deprecation and a socially inept waste of time.
Last Friday I had a very nice discussion with a coworker. It was about the differences on how we approach the world and people from before we started at the hostel and now years later. I would love to see the exact statistics of how many people from how many cultures I’ve met and dealt with over the last six years. I bet the numbers are quite impressive. Our working environment is a flowing tap of people. For being an artist with a day-job I have the best one in the world. It’s why I became interested in science fiction. They are all aliens who come from everywhere with every background and every disposition and it’s my job to understand the best way to communicate with them. I’ve found far and wide that most people really are nice. Despite religious, intellectual, political and economical differences, many possess the basic human component of compassion when you really one-on-one directly communicate with them. This is why it’s so difficult for me to process people who just want to be nasty when making a point.
The rehearsal this evening was challenging on several levels. The most obvious was being in a shut-in sound proofed room with no moving air while the outside was already at 30°C. Miriam made up a new english word – smellting, based off of the german schmeltze, and the english forms of melting and smelling.
I heard music today that moved me. Three people played with each other coming from a special place and then I started on the microphone. When they played I had no fear, when they didn’t play I bridged to the next place. It was the first time that I’ve ever been in such an environment and it was life-changing. I like it – so much actually, that I think about having a real band. The chemistry between a few people sitting in a room going over small details jamming out having a really nice time at it – it’s the next evolution of the Geräuschkulisse sessions.
Last night I went to see
I’d like to meet Robert Henke and congratulate him on a beautiful piece of software called Operator in
Explaining work makes me uncomfortable. To give away details so literally is an injustice. This comes from the opinion that art (or what is considered to be art) is something that one can only consider as such at least fifty years after it has been made. By then it stands truly on its own. Maybe the artist is dead, maybe the movement it belongs to is dead or maybe it is just a piece that survived to be taken at face value. No matter what, to name something as “art” and to explain it immediately after completion seems like a moot argument. For this reason I detest the time spent justifying what is meant with “this” or “that” and it leads to some very colourful discussions about how videos and music are here (and elsewhere) presented. I do not envy maurus for trying to get past my stubbornness as I am not easy!