July 5th, 2003

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On Lies...

Semiotics is concerned with everything that can be taken as a sign. A sign is everything which can be taken as significantly substituting for something else.... Thus semiotics is in principle the discipline studying everything which can be used in order to lie, If something cannot be used to tell a lie, converseley it cannot be used to tell the truth: it cannot in fact be used "to tell" at all.

--Umberto Eco, The Theory of Semiotics

I've been classifying lies as of late. Most communication revolves around lying.

  • Lie of Substitution

  • Lie of Consent

  • Lie of Obfuscation



These are the three I have so far. A lie of substitution is metaphor and symbolism. Pretty obvious. "He was a giant among men." In any case where you replace an actual thing with a representation of that thing, you have a lie of substitution.

Lie of consent includes pretty much all fiction. Here we have the liar and the audience temporarially agreeing to perpetuate a lie; this form of lie is unique because of its collaborative efforts, termed "suspension of disbelief". The better the fiction is, the more the audience is going to participate in the lie. Take for example, the effects of The Matrix and its properties on popular culture. This fiction has become so convincing that even the lowest commond social denominator waxes philosophical on the nature of reality.

The lie of obfuscation is the more traditional lie, a lie that is meant to mislead the audience. If the LoC involves audience participation, a LoO works only through a lack of audience participation.

Though, lets consider this scenario. A con man lies to what he considers a mark (LoO). The mark however knows this is a lie, but plays along. Now, the con man's lie has become a LoC. There is audience participation. However, the audience is misleading the con man, using a LoO to maintain their consent in the original lie. Without the second lie, the con man would know he had been made, and revoke his consent from the original lie.

Okay, that amuses me. I don't know what anyone else thinks, but it amuses me.
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From My Window

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The title explains the content. I love the view directly across the street. As far as mods, I did a little Colormap Rotation to get those greens on the plants, and splashed a red Overlay layer onto one of the tanks. It was already pretty rusty, but it wanted more.
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Olmec

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This is the end of my street. This was a simple image to make, a little reflection and difference layers, the waves filter, and a layer mask. Nothing exciting, but it looks cool.
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Lost and found...

...in the most unexpected places.

James and I take Cate to work. I walk Cate in, then go down to Gloria Jean's with her. As I leave I see this girl that looks really familiar. Can't place it, and keep walking. So I leave, and do stuff. Help James move stuff, etc. Watch some "Undergrads" (wonderful show by the way.. pity there's only 13 episodes). At any rate, we pick Cate up, and she asks, "Do you remember an Elizabeth from High School?" Well, I remember several, and as Cate digs in her purse and we bat names back and forth (confirming that in fact, it was not the Beth that I was dating who moved away without telling me), it comes out that it is Elizabeth Wickman.

Liz Wickman.

I met Liz when I was in seventh grade. I was waiting for the late period bus, and she was hanging out, returned from high school to visit her middle school friends. We chatted, her with the dyed black hair and combat boots and assorted freakishness amused me. Then, when I was a freshman in high school, I was her adopt a freshman. Well, I was kinda shared between her and Dawn. Anyway. She was the one who told me that the admin knew I was plotting to do something explosive to one of the buildings (another, different long story), hence saving my ass seriously in my freshman year. She wore a lizard to school a few times.

To shorten this whole story, lets say that she knew me during what was pretty much the worst period of my life. My most disturbed, upset, and pretty much in every way the crappiest I ever was. She left me a note with her personal information.
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::grins:: So yeah, I'm happy to hear from her. And now I'm going to go email her.
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