Well, I’m at the very end of page four, and I’ve just finished the introductory stuff and can get into the meat of the paper now.<\/p>\n
You know, I hate this kind of paper. It’s all academic masturbation. Am I just good at it? Or is that ego masturbation? Whatever.<\/p>\n
I’ll take this short break in paper-writing to mention a two-by-four-to-the-face kind of oddity that has been on my mind since Saturday. In the Mage LARP, I play a shaman character named Phil. He’s a white boy, from an ancestry of Germanic tribal shamans, that deals primarily with city and technology spirits. And the storyteller has him hopping timelines.<\/p>\n
Just to make the story more complicated, the storyteller involved an Ecstatic, who is part of a Chinese sect that incorporates Akashic ideas and disciplines into their teachings. This ecstatic is from another timeline – one in which she was married to Phil. Take 1984, add in Michael Foucault’s Panopticon, and you have this dystopia. The character is described as a petite and athletic Chinese woman in her early twenties.<\/p>\n
Now, everybody that knows me knows my thing for Asian women. Geek-related or trip-to-Japan related, or whatever, it’s there. I make no apologies for it.<\/p>\n
After a scene in Saturday’s game wherein the Ecstatic and another Akashic protected Phil from a sniper, while he meditated and communed with a spirit that was helping them, I was struck by a severe sense of import and oddity. Something about the story of an almost-me and a partial-other (the Ecstatic is nothing, physically or inclination-wise like the player) is begging to be told, written…. experienced.<\/p>\n
I want to see it as an Anime. I want to write it. I want to dive into this idea. But I have no desire to leave anything behind. I want a back door, so when the story is over, I’m back here. I want it to be entertainment, but I have this pull into something<\/i> or somewhere<\/i> that’s more full, complete, real, unreal, adventure, important, risky, authoritative, respect-filled, powerful. That’s the word. POWERFUL. I want a refresher. A water bottle of POWERFUL that I can take a swig from when I need it.<\/p>\n
It’s like when Nate talked about the wizard throwing fireballs down Main St. It’s like when I told Eric about the dream of the girl with gray eyes. It’s like the craving for physically manifesting my spiritual leanings. It’s like the craving for a cataclysm.<\/p>\n
I don’t think Gone Wired has this in any size mug.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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