Deep in the dissertation zone, which is much like living permanently in one of the deeper levels of Russian sci-fi writer Sergei Lukyanenko's Twilight in his hugely entertaining Nightwatch novels (now available to English speakers thanks to excellent translations by Andrew Blomfield).
The shaping of each word. Measurements of texture, the scanning of density and mass. The extreme energy expenditure of standing still. Endless dunes of grey sand, beading into opalescent skies, streaked with light. Kneel down and grab a handful of sand: what seemed platinum gray at a distance turns out to harbor shimmering colors, each grain a fractal multitude.
Where have I come from.
Where am I going.
It's hard to think transnationally.
Hey, again, new guy finding your rich bog of a blog...
ReplyDeleteYou mused...
"It's hard to think transnationally."
I think that's comparatively incorrect. Media, trade, goods and services, the silk trade, minoan civ, how far do you want to go back? ALL ARE transnational in the simple sense of going somewhere to do something.
Transtribal, sure, ok, but now, digital media, our "conversation" here, the web and all that you're into culturally. In fact, CULTure itself, is a TRANS thing. Language, love, food, TRANS. Life itself, TRANS...
OK, I've made my point.
So I'd prefer to say "It's hard to ACT transnationally." That's the rub.
Whether for good or bad, physical, digital, cultural. The interface. The pirate is one who takes.
The lover is one who gives and takes.
The mother is one who gives.
Earth is the big mother, and we are the takers.
TRANS on, my virtual thinking new friend.
Den NC USA