It turns out that this blog, much like so many casefiles, is getting fact-checked by the fastidious Dr. S, whose scrupulous honesty apparently extends into the digital realm, a world virtually defined by its potential for misrepresentation and reinvention. But I've been told that's "beside the point." So, a correction from the previous post: the American appetite for tales of extraterrestrials is alive and well-recognized by literary agents. They did find the relationship between the two leads unbelievable (in the words of one well-dressed New Yorker who deigned to meet with me: "Two people this good-looking spending seven years nearly celibate, despite their constant proximity and admitted attraction? It makes all the alien stuff seem downright realistic."), but more than that, I've been told that my writing style leaves something to be desired. Something about riffing back and forth between extended ruminations about symbolic meaning and Jungian systems of interdependent consciousness and quippy one-liners is not "saleable" these days, I hear. Personally, I blame the rap music.
But I think I'm growing to like this little piece of virtual real estate. I picked the design purely on the appeal of its name -- "ChaoticSoul" -- a little emo, perhaps, and it would have more existential and historical resonance as something like "Dark Night of the Soul" -- but the notion of confronting the chaos within one's own subconscious as a necessary process to attain enlightenment is present within Eastern religions, Western theologies, and shaman and pagan rituals around the world, so I think I'm OK with using it as a template upon which I might pour my thoughts. Plus, I'm trying to move a little more into the digital realm generally, given that my office is so strewn with newspapers that I'm just a few extracted livers away from a thirty-three-year hibernation.
Oh, and finally, to address the security concerns that you all seem to have: if They decided to track us down based on our Internet presence, I'm sure recent online purchases have them far more concerned than anything I could write here. Do you know you can get gene sequencers on eBay for under a grand? It's true! And on a related note, if you know any nerdy high-schoolers in the state of Virginia who want to help save the world for their science fair project in the next two years, just give 'em S's email.
I seem to recall a period in which you were pretty emo yourself, Mulder... getting all weepy about leaving your woman behind and writing her hokey emails... you were a pretty lame roommate for a while there, y'know?
ReplyDeleteThis ego you've gotten for yourself lately is out of hand... just because you can read all the ladies' minds doesn't mean you've got all the answers. If telepathy hasn't yet clued you in to the fact that sometimes a hokey email is necessary, then I suppose you'll just have to learn the hard way: go put "What Women Want" into your Netflix queue. And don't say I didn't warn ya.
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