Showing posts with label identity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label identity. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 24, 2021

name change / game change


In ancient times, it was said that the naming of a person, place, or thing conferred an identity. Ancient times? We still do it. All the time. Whether we are naming a child, a pet, a vehicle, or a street, we are conferring an identity, or trying to. (And look at the entanglement some sports teams have gotten into because of an offensive or disrespectful name.) Companies spend tons of money to create a name of a product that sends a subliminal message as well as a liminal and supraliminal enticement to buy, acquire, or possess. 

So, the inevitable question arises: why not simply rename the planet? Who says it has to be named Harm?

In other words, can we retrofit the identity-conferring naming process? Does it work inside out as well as outside in?

I say, it’s worth a try.

I expect risks and challenges. For one, reaching a consensus presents perhaps insurmountable challenges. Preceding consensus, how do Harmlings nominate new planet names? I can envision geographical districts voting upon alternatives, leading to a global referendum. But as I type these words, I am overwhelmed at how daunting this might be. Squabbles are bound to erupt over the renaming process, logistics, transparency, fairness, trust, objectivity, accuracy, et cetera ad finitum (infinitum is hyperbole). The whole enterprise seems like an invitation for adding layers of harm, new harm-laden permutations and configurations. 

For all we know, this is precisely how we got into this mess (mess is judgmental; after all, how do we know whether Harm’s status quo is any or worse or better than that on Earth, the moon, Venus, Mars, Saturn, or Proxima Centauri (allegedly the closest star)?

But as I said, it’s worth a try. That’s the subterranean optimist in me talking. What have we got to lose? (See above for potential loss scenarios.)

Just for kicks and giggles, what would be your new-planet-moniker nomination? Remember, this venture just might work. As they say, be careful for what you ask for. If renaming were to yield reframing, what would you suggest?

Harder than you thought, right?

As an example, take “love,” a natural choice. Planet Love. Idyllic, eh? Hold on. You can see the dissent already: love in its multitude of manifestations or masquerades: familial, parental, paternal, maternal, fraternal, sororal, platonic, erotic, romantic, asexual, collegial, sacrificial, communal, eternal, self-directed, patriotic, divine, satanic, psychotic, monogamous, polyamorous love.

Who knew we’d be pining for good ol’ Harm?

And don't forget: what is the guarantee that a planetary name change will result in a game change? We can't say with certainty that customs, practices, and actions on Harm will actually change.  

Tuesday, October 01, 2019

double identity indemnity


Hey, aren't you . . . ?
No, yeah, no. Wait. Aren't you . . . ?
Who? I don't think so. I'm . . . 
Aren't you what's-his-name . . . ?
Heh, heh, anybody can be what's-his-name.
Huh huh, got you.
Like I said, I'm . . . 
Yeah, right. You look just like him. You know, he . . . 
I guess you're right. I do look like him.
Totally.
It's been a while, hasn't it.
It has. Truly.
You're good?
I'm good. You?
Been better.
What's wrong?
Nothing's wrong. The regular stuff.
The regular stuff.
Yeah, you know.
Yeah. But you can tell me. After all we've been through.
After all we've been through.
It's nothing.
Come on.
Naw, it's nothing.
I can tell it's something.
A minute ago you were acting like you hardly knew me.
Me? No way.
Yes. Remember?
Yeah, no. I don't know. Maybe. Whatever.
It'll pass.
What will?
It's nothing. Like I said.
I get it.
Yeah.
Hey, I gotta get uptown. I'll hit you up later.
Yeah. Me too. Yeah. Hit me up later.
Yeah.
Sounds good.
Shrill screech of subway brakes as train pulls in to station.


Sunday, January 27, 2019

the human brand


What are you wearing

It's waterproof, windproof, too

No, what are you wearing

Yeah, no, the jacket, my gloves, the scarf

No, really, tell me

Do you like it

Yes, sort of, yes

Ombre Spicebox Rouge Rogue

Really

Really

Is it showing

What do mean

Can you tell

I can tell

Can I try it

Sure, did you shower

Your deodorant

HideNSeek

Makes scents to me

What about body odor

Mine

What about it

Yours, your body double

My doubled body

Yes, that

Dusk grapefruit coffee ginger seasalt lemon rose vanilla smoke maple clementine

No, not quite

Oak bergamot verbena tobacco dawn nutmeg black pepper sandalwood cardamom ocean

Hardly

Rosewood agarwood orange blossom sage pimento musk orris cacao mancera twilight almond

Not at all

Pekoe cactus pine sugar fern noon mint fog anise river pistachio gardenia cherry

More like it

Maybe

Top notes

Subtle

Yet bold

A statement

More like a hymn

Pour homme

Or femme

Finis

Fine

Friday, March 18, 2011

Kokonuts vs. Kokonuts

I have just read about Daniel Bejar and Daniel Bejar in The New Yorker. One is a musician, another an artist. The artist has made himself look like the musician and as an "art" project in real time in real life is playing on the same-name identity. His project is called Googleganger, with those two dots over the a.

All of which got me thinking.

Who, after all, is Pawlie Kokonuts?

And if I used my real name, would it really be me?

Who is me?

This is what employers and education officials don't seem to get. They warn people to be careful about their online identity and online representations, but who is who? And what is what? What is real? Why can't anything online be considered the mere fictional fabrications of a virtual persona?

This is nothing new in literature, going back to Truman Capote's non-fiction novel "In Cold Blood," and the same with many works by Norman Mailer. Frederick Exley wrote "fictional memoirs," featuring a character named Frederick Exley. But he wasn't Frederick Exley the author, was he?

So, who is who? And what's what?

Deep questions.


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