Posts Tagged ‘outlook

17
Aug
22

Living in a Simulated World, 8-17-2022

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Sarcastic kudos to all the tech giants who have contributed something to turning every human being on this planet into some sort of mindless NPC. [That’s NON-PLAYABLE CHARACTER…to those who don’t already know the gaming lingo.] You are heralded for and exceedingly wealthy from your works, but the rest of humankind pays for your twisted genius, mentally, physically, financially…the amount of payment for the praise you take to the bank is overwhelming and often goes unseen by the average eye.

What am I ranting about, now? Well, let me tell ya, you wee blighters! And, ye be kind enough to listen, ay? [I don’t know why I just turned into a Scotsman.]

Since the dawn of the internet, people have begun to lose their bodily functions, their compassion and general awareness of others. Gluing eyes to glowing screens, more and more as those glowing screens promise, beckon and dazzle with increasingly complex and vivid arrays of…stuff, humans have begun degrading into mindless occupants of space. It’s amazing any of us can hold a job without being some Borg drone. [That’s a Star-Trek reference, folks, in case…yea, you’ve probably already exhausted your attention span and are now looking at another screen to absorb…something fleeting. If not, if you’re still with me, here, good for you; you’re still human.]

I’ve played a wide range of games, some better than others, some easier on the eyes and not likely to make me nauseous the way many of the fast-paced 3-D games do. And, I’ve encountered a variety of NPCs. But, the general rule with NPCs seems to be limited speech/interaction. They don’t do or say much, just a line or two and some repetitive movement to show they exist and do something. That’s better than a motionless image on a background, I guess. If you’re lucky, bringing something back to the NPC earns a new response; sometimes that’s the key to and/or the treat of the game. Your goal might be to figure out what excites or upsets the NPC and deliver that (for points, a prize or just the experience/reaction).

Recently, I’ve been noticing how people in my own “real” world are acting more and more like NPCs. You approach them, they greet you (if they’re human enough to be that kind) and if you are so inclined to confess something to them, the response is too often disappointing and static. Some, including family, repeat the same tiresome lines you’ve heard countless times; you don’t need that. Some, including family, barely acknowledge what you’ve said, like children absorbed in some TV show or video game; they might glance in your direction and/or make a sound, but they don’t have anything intelligent (not to mention kind) to say in response.

Some use phrases you’d expect to find in a book of famous and trending quotes. “You just take it one day at a time.” “All that matters is what YOU think.” You desperately want some compassion and understanding, but all you get is NPC behavior. So much for “love thy neighbor.”

Surely, if you’ve played as many video games as I have, you’ve encountered this, the background character who offers so little, even if they seem charming and inviting, like someone you’d want as a friend. It’s about as lousy as a game of The Sims, in which dialogue is reduced to a few repeating strings of nonsense voiced by one man and one woman in some recording studio. You get more out of the little bubbles/boxes that pop up to tell you someone is bored or upset. Imagine that. Imagine all human interaction being reduced to the grunts of cavepeople and glowing boxes that appear overhead to indicate what people are feeling…if they even feel anything once technology has taken over all life on the planet.

So, while science and especially PBS shows keep pitching crap about people looking to the stars with wonder, wondering about life on other planets, I’m inclined to wrinkle my brow in fury and say it’s all a lame cover for what’s really happening, submission to the overly wealthy tech giants, the select few who will ultimately wipe out all other organic life on the planet, eventually including their own…which doesn’t upset them in the least because they’ve already probably submitted to some evil robotic entity that promised them eternal virtual life as part of some database, some matrix. Those who refuse to convert to “tech-mindedness” absorb pressure upon pressure until they break, one way or another, including myself. How much stress can they take before they (we) explode or commit suicide?

……Sorry. I’m not sure what else to say, at the moment. I sort of burnt out my rant supply. I’d say this is just food for thought, something to ponder as you pick and poke among the online materials available…which gets me thinking…if there ARE still genuine human beings out there, somewhere, they probably don’t even look at the internet. So, all of my philosophical words are sort of wasted, here…typical. The REAL ears are hidden away, somewhere, like an ancient race of elves slipping through the dreary parts of this world as they go about their magical lives, oblivious to the tragedy. I just haven’t found a secret doorway to their ideal world, yet.

Uhp. Here come the tech overlords. Everybody who still has a heart and conscience, look blank-faced and limit your words to a single phrase, so you won’t be assimilated. [And, ya know, you can’t spell “assimilate” without ASS. There sure seems to be enough ASS to go up the crack in our universe and back, again.]

20
Dec
21

Cynicism Alert: The Theory of Everything

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You know, Albert Einstein lost his life pursuing the theory of everything. How foolish was that?

Well, to make it up to him, I think I am onto something.

Here is MY cynical outlook/summation of what seems to be the human existence/universe.

It’s pretty swag in a dumb, F’d-up bag.

Or, in mathematical terms: Swag to the power of pretty equals F’d-up everything.

If you look closely enough at what you are bombarded with on a regular basis, it’s often put in a rather colorful, occasionally appealing package. Yet, so much of what we experience in this life ends up being really, really senseless…just plain stupid.

And, it just takes a fairly simple yet elaborately illustrated computer/video game to make it all come into focus. You can try my current axe-of-stupidity-to-grind, Rocket League or one of the many matching/searching games made by a company known as G5. Give one of those a few hours of your time and energy, and maybe you will have the same epiphany I have.

If only Albert Einstein could have done the same.

Well, Al, problem solved. Rest in peace.

24
Sep
21

Outlook on the Future of Fashion Modeling

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So, I am watching this PBS special about “The Future of Work” and see, among other things, a model concerned for the future of her career choice when a photographer–who looks like a blend of a certain chubby late-night-talk-show host, Benny Hill** and Andy Warhol–is turning images of real, living models into “avatars” and CG presentations.

[I’m also first hearing about something called a “digital nomad” which appears to be nothing more than a photographer and YouTube/Instagram video maker who totes a “smartphone” and a rather large digital camera to capture everything he/she does while traveling the world. How exactly is that a career, and who pays the salary? How are you not just “working on commission?” How do you process tax papers with that line of work; where’s the W-2 form in that?]

**Eesh! I’m realizing people under 40 probably have no clue who Benny Hill is. Oh well.

I ask what is the point of turning real models into digital mannequins. It’s too much license to mess with what the artists are calling realistic synthetic modeling. I mean…does that even make sense; realistic and synthetic in the same sentence? Isn’t this the mouse and the cookie? If you make a digital figurine, you’re going to want to augment him/her and get sucked into perfecting the art.

Women are already struggling with being accepted, equated with their male coworkers. Models and gymnasts, for examples, are beaten into submission to maintain a certain dimension of physique, which is why NOW we are first seeing rebellious models who defy the old standards. And, just as that’s happening, we’re going to turn real models into CG replacements?

Don’t you think viewing digital models will mess with people’s already fragile self-esteem? Now, people will envy a fake person instead of a real one (who may or may not have had her/his image altered with an airbrush tool and/or other computer applications). That’s no different than seeing a white plaster mannequin in a department store (which is already going the way of the dinosaurs). That’s not a realistic figure wearing the clothes I want to buy; I’m not going to look like that in that outfit. It’s a dummy; and, last I checked in the mirror, I may be foolish at times, but I’m no dummy.

I understand one possible explanation if we take into account present circumstances. Right now, in this “pandemic,” travel and being hands-on with other people is a bit of a taboo. It’s risky to get that close to anyone, especially if you’re traveling and interacting with numerous people. So, if you need to keep modeling but cannot travel, for whatever reason, you supply a digital representation of yourself to stand-in for that role; you essentially lend an alternative you to perform certain tasks.

[Buuut, shouldn’t that virtual model still look like you? If it’s another person, entirely, what’s to stop someone from cutting your check a little smaller, each time, until you get paid nothing? Did YOU make the digital model of yourself? Or, did some “agent” take full care of that task?]

But, again, that’s not the real you. You get away with never worrying about adding an inch to your waistline and pretending you’re always that pretty. But, it’s not you. And, the more you get comfortable with “faking it,” the less you’re going to like/accept reality. I don’t know about you, but that sounds like yet another recipe for a not-too-slow burn to suicide.

Why do so many stories about stage plays involve actors and actresses who turn bitter toward stand-ins? The “stars” don’t want to be replaced; they don’t want to lose their careers just because some newcomer got a free audition on their shift. But, in modeling, the new CG model WOULD be a replacement, a stand-in. Sure, real models could potentially claim ownership of their digital counterparts, but, somehow, I expect some “legal loophole” to appear that just as easily takes away a real model’s rights and puts all the power in the hands of the CG artists.

If you think about this another way, what’s the difference between painting a portrait and taking a photograph of someone? A painting is an investment of time and testament of skill with the hand (or whatever you might use to paint) and, usually, very fussy materials, producing one image of a real object or creature on a “canvas.” A photograph (one that is not later edited, to be specific) represents one’s skill with composition and their eye for details, like lighting, in the blink of an eye, a precise moment of attention focused on a subject.

Now, take away the time it takes to make a painting and the skill of the hand. Just give me a button to push and watch me turn something into a painting. What skill did I hone? What did I learn? Nothing. Someone else made the thing that made the painting for me; I just pushed a button. I might still get some money for my “work,” but not as much as the guy (or gal) who designed the instant-gratification tool.

[And, if you don’t mind the labor, look at the other option. Take away the quick-action cameras and force yourself to paint a photograph. How long will it take you to make the image look as clear and real as what you see with your own eyes? Go ahead and share your struggles; I’ll be patient (or impatient) with you.]

Here’s my…um…solution?

If everyone’s idea of “work” is getting a radical makeover, due to this “pandemic,” then it’s about time we start thinking of models as not just people posing for a camera (and worrying about the condition of their bodies) but people who act, think and speak as MODEL HUMAN BEINGS, as well. Let’s tear apart the outdated fragility and simplicity of modeling and turn it into an empowering art form.

Models don’t have to just be “perfect” photographs and runway candy. They can be MUSES who inspire not just career and fashion choices but lifestyle choices and outlooks. [If you’re a pretty face and, yet, a “bitch” and/or someone with a bad habit perpetually caught on camera, you might attract someone’s attention for a minute or be prodded to misbehave for someone’s amusement…but you won’t likely be “loved” for your behavior/foul attitude.]

Actually, can we just be totally honest for a minute? Have fashion models ever shown someone they can look as good in an outfit? If you’re lucky, you’ve got a figure LIKE a particular model; you might have the same skin tone, waistline or whatever, but you’re never THAT model. The clothes won’t fit your body exactly the same way. What size are you? It doesn’t matter. You could be two women who wear the same size dress and receive differing opinions in that dress. Nothing a model has to offer visually truly reflects what you will have, see or be if you try to copy that model. The model, in essence, remains an inspiration (or idol/ideal), not a proven or guaranteed test result.

Instead of dragging yourself down into thinking you need to eat like a bird and put up with abusive management to look good, let anyone who wants to appear in photos (and other forms of media) be a model of what they view as good, moral behavior. Let’s curb our bad habits and vices by being honest about our weaknesses while portraying ourselves as the people we want others to emulate. [Don’t fake anything.]

[And, for crying out loud, let’s get over this hump of making every public appearance into a job interview, praising our coworkers/bosses and trying to perfect a “resume” or “portfolio.” If you have issues with your coworker or boss, be honest about it! Let’s stop slapping red ink on people for voicing their discomfort and/or disapproval. You’re not unfit to work someplace just because your last boss was a jerk (in your opinion) or you were involved in a scandal; that does not adequately reflect your value nor your limits.]

If you weigh over 150 lbs. and have “baggage,” you could still be a model if you felt your “comfortable” lifestyle was worth mentioning. Tell the world how your choices have brought you success and/or happiness (without fabricating and/or exaggerating just to impress). Model your achievements and contentment. [If you are NOT content/comfortable, then you might reconsider modeling because you’re never going to look naturally “good” in photos; your discomfort will show.] Be a ROLE model.

If you truly eat right, stay active and generally feel good about your life, show it off (without boasting/flaunting). After all, what is the purpose of modeling?…to inspire others, particularly inspiring them to go after what a model displays, their fashions and/or physiques. If your choices work for you, and you’d like others to follow in your footsteps, display that.

[However, don’t try to convince anyone that your particular choices are going to work for them. Remember my previous dress analogy; what works for one person isn’t exactly going to satisfy another. It’s just a suggestion and what made one particular person “glow” for you.]

[Sadly, the current trend of “influencing” via “smartphones” is not sufficient for this task, contributing to laziness and low self-esteem; too many are sucked into the LIKE-ing and FOLLOW-ing system and staring mindlessly at small screens. I don’t think that is helping anyone. It’s a sort of vicarious living. We need to take the role-modeling–which, lately, seems to be glamorizing laziness and careless exposure–off the small screen and put it somewhere people can be inspired to act on their desires (without harming themselves).]

MODEL YOURSELF.

Show yourself off as you want the world to see you and find pride in that. [But, do not find the sort of pride that inflates your head to the point of stepping on others “below” you.] And, this way, anyone can be a model, not just a photographed “ideal” (subject to opinion…because–let’s be honest–beauty truly is in the eye of the beholder…and not all model photos are what I’d call tasteful nor respectable).

Does this endanger or improve the number of slots for models? You figure it out. [I just told you.]

Let’s turn MODELS into ROLE MODELS.

It’s a job upgrade, not down-sizing. You’re sure to get paid more because you’re giving more of yourself than just a perfected image. You’re not valued solely for your looks which are subject to aging. [And, if anyone tries to put/bring you down, you just stand up and let that fool bounce right off your impressive profile. That foul behavior is just one person’s opinion.] You’ll never outlive your career because it travels with you for as long as you live. You won’t be forgotten after turning a certain age (because you no longer match a photo from thirty years ago). You’ll be forever remembered by those who value you as a person.

[That’s how I value women like Tyra Banks and Heidi Klum. They’re not just “centerfolds” (and I wouldn’t even feel right displaying those photos). They have exhilarating personalities and, I’m sure (though I haven’t had much chance to “live with them”), more to capture my awe than just a pretty face. I’ll be honest, their faces, regardless of age, still have a certain sparkle. They could be couch potatoes who have the worst eating habits, and I’d still find reason to admire them because they’re “real” and outspoken, not afraid to speak their minds (though, occasionally, they appear a bit rude and/or insensitive). If all they had to offer were a few preened photographs, I’d toss them aside or hang them up with the other fantasies and never know their true worth.]

Some might say my idea is just as bad for self-esteem. Now, models have to be concerned with their way of living, not just their appearances on camera? Aspiring models might give up trying because they think less of themselves, because they can’t match the colorful lifestyles of the people they admire, because they don’t feel as if they have lives worth promoting?

Okay. Well, you could look at this as intimidation…or you could look at it as bolstering what makes you a model (worth respecting, instead of just marketing and scrutinizing).

If all you have to offer, right now, is your “face,” then maybe you get in the “pretty faces only” line and foolishly try to keep that face from losing its smooth luster. You can throw in another heap of insecurity as opinions of your “pretty face” continue to differ; you might get approved and work with one studio while rejected by another (or others). It’s a gamble (versus a sure thing: being you).

[Is plastic/cosmetic surgery, bent on imperfectly preserving your looks while walking the path of aging, healthy or natural? And, if you subject yourself to such surgery, are you fixing a one-time “incident,” trying to alter your nature or hoping to constantly remake something that refuses to take the perfect shape you never quite seem able to see?]

The legend of Hercules (or Heracles) didn’t happen in one day. Many tales were written about his life. His legendary status came from a lifetime of activity, of modeling his choices. He was a noteworthy celebrity and a role model in his own way (whether or not you think he was a real person).

Sure; you’ll have more competition. But, everyone is also free to choose what models they want to emulate, not just limited to a handful of this year’s “hot properties.” You’ll have greater freedom to live as you desire. And, ultimately, won’t that make us all feel better about this life?

Boom. Suicide and eating-disorder statistics reduced. The general health and well-being of modern human life improved.

01
Jan
21

New Year?…meh. Appreciate the Under-appreciated.

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I struggle to think of a way to start this piece without sounding like countless others.  Yeah.  It’s a “new” year.  It’s 2021…….  Yay?  We, who are still able to type and look at computer screens…and all who we know exist outside this domain…have survived a disaster year, a year which, sadly, did not celebrate the TV spectacle that WAS 20/20.  I mean…how terribly cruel to not make a very special episode of that informational show–not it’s cheap crime or “what would you do” counterparts–on the very year with its name…er, number.  And, how cruel that the very Olympics I was looking forward to enjoying had to be cancelled…or re-scheduled.  How crappy is that?

But, aside from all the giant heaps of crap we may have encountered…and, more likely, heard about through–yes–MEDIA, social, broadcast or otherwise…there have been a number of wonders and natural gems that may have gone unnoticed, though those same media sources DID mention them…in smaller, less dramatic ways.  No…the appearance of the “Christmas star,” something unseen in many years–possibly a century or more–something made mythical by stories from the Bible…was not as blaring as the latest death counts and vaccine details…BUT IT WAS OUT THERE!!  AND, I MISSED IT BECAUSE I HAD THE WORST WEATHER CONDITIONS AND LOCATION, AGAIN!!

And, that is where I am headed with this post.  It wasn’t just the Christmas star, a conjunction of two big planets in the sky, creating a bright light…which, somehow, was no match for winter cloud cover and “light pollution.”  There have been numerous planet alignments and sightings throughout 2020 which were stellar–ha–to say the least.  I managed to get glimpses of a few planets and one meteor shower, though not in the splendor, I imagine, would be found in an open field under a clear night sky, away from all the…civilization.

If we all could just tune out the damn dramatic, grim, tragic media that is only rocking in its chairs as it reports the terrible and disappointing numbers of…everything, we might be nourished with the wonders of the universe all around us; we might be uplifted in a grim time.  But, not if our eyes are perpetually bombarded with artificial light and commercial crap.

As far as I am concerned, the fullness of electronic entertainment–as I would think of it as a kid–is lost.  TV is no longer my friend.  And, too many video games add to my distress rather than my pleasure.  The media is full of robots made up to look…pretty?…while delivering filtered, skewed, packaged bads (not goods).

Tonight, go outside and see what you can see.  If you are so very lucky, you’ll find a light that does not flicker.  It is a planet, a neighbor you don’t often get to see.  Say hi for me.  And, tell them I long for their company.  I’ll take a planet sighting or meteor shower over just about anything electronic, any day.

Happy 2021.  Or, at least, make it a happy one.  Don’t expect anything.  And, if you observe the world around you, you’ll probably outsmart the dumb meteorologists who cannot predict when snow will fall.  [I hate blizzards…except the ones that come in a cup with cookie bits.]




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