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.

Tomorrow I meet with the apartment manager and the guy taking over after me to sign the final things and then on saturday we move my stuff to the new place. Everything is nearly packed and ready to go. I will spend the rest of tomorrow after our meeting finishing up.
In the beginning no one was interested in our noises. People found our work stressy to listen to, but the sounds excited us. I learned a great deal about improvisation, freeform jazz and analogue forms of experimental music making. It propelled me into studying different theories and different approaches to just about all forms of creativity. Eventually these sessions influenced the way I deal with NEVEC RED and video making.
2006 was a life-changing year on many fronts. I had spent the entire summer in anxiety over what to do next with my life. I felt directionless. An old friend, Richard Bluestein visited Berlin at the beginning of August. He worked professionally as a podcaster for his show, Yeast Radio and showed me how to get started, thus was the birth of Anderecast.



