I want, no need, to apprise you of my online journey yesterday, to demonstrate the singular beauty of internet “research.” It started outside the internet, to the traditional virtual reality, a book. I was reading Kate Wright’s Screenwriting is Storytelling to help me, indirectly, with my plotting in the novel. She writes that Tennessee Williams and Jason Miller both had an instinctive apprehension of the concept of Spine. If you want to know what spine is, so would I, actually, she’s pretty vague. So I googled Jason Miller, who is the guy who played the priest in the exorcist, and who was also a playwright.
But Jason Miller is also a guy who is interviewed in an O.T.O. podcast about incorporating magic into everyday life. As I listened to the podcast I amazoned his books The Sorcerer’s Secrets and Protection & Reversal Magic, and then his website inominandum.com, which led to his blogs Strategic Sorcery and Take Back Your Mind, both excellent.
In the second, a mindfulness blog, he points to the benefits of getting a tutor written by Tynan aka Herbal, a pick-up artist (I refuse to capitalize same) publicized in Neil Strauss’ The Game, who writes one of those relentlessly optimistic self-improvement blogs. I am interested, like anthropologically, in these young gurus with internet marketing expertise and professional branded blogs. Another is Laura Roeder, who’s even more meta, but that’s a whole nother thing.
Despite Tynan’s overlong stories I found him interesting, though I generally feel that lifestyle design is sort of weird and completely against my instincts as a classic underachiever. I go to these sites and kind of gawk at their derring do. But Tynan has some uncommon interests. His tag line is “Life outside the box,” I downloaded his Location Independent e-book called Life Nomadic, read his story about veganism and actually began considering it, decided he’s missing some tags or related posts because I couldn’t figure out he was talking about polyphasic sleep until about five posts later, and then happened upon a small post about blogs he reads.
And this is where the free-associating magic of internet kicks in. There I find a link to a tiny web 1.0 corner of the internet where a boy/man named Bobby Burgess has/had a diary full of hilarious tragic genius thoughts, one-liners, experiences. His life is art, his view relentlessly downbeat (he started it at 19 years old) and completely inspired. I got lost for three hours there last night. It’s like Finnegan’s Wake, you can start anywhere. Like with the teen girl poetry template. Or the Word paper clip rant. I started at the beginning and then an hour later started at the end. Then I read the About and pondered the mystery. His stance against self-promotion and selling anything is refreshing. No ads, no links to products, no product except connection. One post he says, “I got your attention, You got distraction.” A perfect symbiosis. On the other hand I was thinking he should write a book.
L’internet, je t’aime. I kind of like what you were like, before everything got monetized. I’m just discovering it now, an accidental internet historian. Maybe it’s like public access before network TV. The beauty is in its archival nature.
The great and sad thing about the internet is that even if you wanted to follow this post and all of its links, you’d probably be sidetracked into your own internet wormhole.