Breakfast spin off: Steampunk v Goth, a Celerity Tale.

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Celerity

Celerity

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Someone suggested I blog this.


I love old machines.
Old machines, truck graveyards, rusted equipment
things found in barns
left to the dust for decades
Tell a story of life that is very parallel to a human's story
one of use and suffering
Where things in older vehicles are a "little rough around the edges"
and not everyone can drive an old vehicle
or use an old machine
we've lost touch of the ability to de-coque a valve head
to prime cylinders
to manually pump and maintain fuel flows
people don't even have gauges in cars anymore.
they have disconnected from them
and turned the car or machine itself into a lower, abused thing.
And when I'm in the graveyard and I see a 1940s truck,
with it's big steel smile and bulbous features
I personify it.
And I touch it and smell it and if there is one, I'll sit in the seat
and let it talk to me
It tells me tales of it's life. How for even it's most major faults
it was loved. It was a part of the family. Part of the Ranch. Part of the business
when there is a slight issue with a machine of ours, it is substandard. It isn't cool. It's not immediately rewarding
And it's either cast aside to the trash heap or hesitantly brought to mechanics because of a squeeking door.
We don't want to hear or see how hot the engine is running.
"It's not my concern"
people don't care if the fuel is crap. We get upset at the machine itself because it's seemingly the machine's fault.
And this has translated to how we treat each other.
I find beauty in the old machines. I think it's fantastic that they need primed, massaged and tuned to life. And I am jealous for my parents and their parents for having such a good friend
and for having the patience to have this friend.
And I feel the same when one of my cars is taken away as I did when my piano teacher walked out. Or my father packed his bags for that matter.
this sentiment is at the heart of Goth
Goth is the beautiful acceptance of this failure,
and Steampunk celebrates defiance.
I don't give up. Ever. I fight with every ounce of my being. I can't imagine another way.
The idea of reclusion and acceptance is one that is alien to me.
Well, acceptance of misery and failure.
And deceit, betrayal, attack and subterfuge
And humilation.
I fight. I fight with everything I have. I fight with a passion in my heart that it defies definition or reason
The concept of not accepting a challenge and beating it are alien to me.
I can't comprehend abandonment.
I feel that no one deserves to be abandoned. Ever.
 
I tip my hat to you sir. You share my sentiments when it comes to machinery. Everything needs care, love, and attention -- be it human, or other carbon life-forms. Everything has life, everything absorbs the life around it. If you use a knife to kill someone or something, that killed form stays with the knife forever.

Nobody loves and cares for machines anymore. When we stopped making machines with our hearts, we stole the life out of them. No wonder the machines want to kill everyone off in the future; it's not the zombies we need to worry about, it's the machines who want to avenge.
 
The picture that I paint here is a direct correlation between Goth girl and myself. We are on the same page, but whereas she chooses to remain sidelined and wait for the end to come, and society to collapse on it's own - I take a more active role in it.

And goth people hardly seem to realise that everything they consider a Goth product feeds the very machine that they despise.

Steampunk glorifies and pays homage to things of old. Clothes made in the 20s to 60s. Stuff that was made to last, and built by hands that aren't part of any corporate machine.
 
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Celerity said:
Someone suggested I blog this.



I fight. I fight with everything I have. I fight with a passion in my heart that it defies definition or reason
The concept of not accepting a challenge and beating it are alien to me.
I can't comprehend abandonment.
I feel that no one deserves to be abandoned. Ever.
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Twins!!!!
 
aleaf if you have a twin in CT im definately going to say hi before injen does :)
 
I love old machines.
Old machines, truck graveyards, rusted equipment
things found in barns
left to the dust for decades
Tell a story of life that is very parallel to a human's story
one of use and suffering
Where things in older vehicles are a "little rough around the edges"
and not everyone can drive an old vehicle
or use an old machine
we've lost touch of the ability to de-coque a valve head
to prime cylinders
to manually pump and maintain fuel flows
people don't even have gauges in cars anymore.
they have disconnected from them
and turned the car or machine itself into a lower, abused thing.
And when I'm in the graveyard and I see a 1940s truck,
with it's big steel smile and bulbous features
I personify it.
And I touch it and smell it and if there is one, I'll sit in the seat
and let it talk to me
It tells me tales of it's life. How for even it's most major faults
it was loved. It was a part of the family. Part of the Ranch. Part of the business
when there is a slight issue with a machine of ours, it is substandard. It isn't cool. It's not immediately rewarding
And it's either cast aside to the trash heap or hesitantly brought to mechanics because of a squeeking door.
We don't want to hear or see how hot the engine is running.
"It's not my concern"
people don't care if the fuel is crap. We get upset at the machine itself because it's seemingly the machine's fault.
And this has translated to how we treat each other.
I find beauty in the old machines. I think it's fantastic that they need primed, massaged and tuned to life. And I am jealous for my parents and their parents for having such a good friend
and for having the patience to have this friend.
And I feel the same when one of my cars is taken away as I did when my piano teacher walked out. Or my father packed his bags for that matter.
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It was freakin awesome up to there. The rest is shit. Well, in my opinion, anyway.
 
This is an abridged edition to what I wrote that girl. So it's a balance of sappiness and coolness.

She asked me "Why do you care?" That was my answer.
 
Since you made the analogy, let me point something out.

You start a project and you have high aspiration
The finished product dream dwarfs the complication
Initial progress is slow, requires much preparation
Enthusiasm withers near the seed of frustration
Someone makes a promise and doesn't follow through,
You realize you've bitten more than you can chew
Is the project worth it, should you continue?
Why'd you even try? Best to start anew.


How long do you think that this infatuation will last. And are you prepared to deal with her when you no longer want anything to do with her and she'll kill herself if you leave her? Is that what you want? (That last question may seem rhetorical, but it's not)
 
klyph said:
Since you made the analogy, let me point something out.

You start a project and you have high aspiration
The finished product dream dwarfs the complication
Initial progress is slow, requires much preparation
Enthusiasm withers near the seed of frustration
Someone makes a promise and doesn't follow through,
You realize you've bitten more than you can chew
Is the project worth it, should you continue?
Why'd you even try? Best to start anew.


How long do you think that this infatuation will last. And are you prepared to deal with her when you no longer want anything to do with her and she'll kill herself if you leave her? Is that what you want? (That last question may seem rhetorical, but it's not)
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Fuck. Post of the year. I'll focus on this all day.
 
Klyph makes a great point as usual. And, my less poetic antithetical retort to your beautiful poem is similar. I understand the metaphor that you paint very well, but, I believe there is still a problem. The picture you paint would be one of beauty and empathetical charity if this girl was your contemporary, and, actually had a problem. She is a child, though, a decade younger than you, barely graduated from high school. Her behavior will fade with time without your help. You are 32. I know many girls that have dated you (the analog you, not you), at that age, and, in a few years you will just be the weird older guy that they dated. Success in a relationship requires concurrence of thought. So, either you are 32 with the mindset and expectations of a 19 year old, or she is 19 with the mindset and expectations of a 32 year old, which is impossible and would make her unrealistically advanced for her age and is most likely an attempt to play up to your level.

Every relationship is work. I admire your determination. Ask yourself though, are you giving an old truck the love and attention it is due? Or are you trying to rebuild a rotted old woods-find Vespa for a cross country road trip?
 
What if I have mindset and expectations of a 26 year old, and she has the mindset and expectations of a 24 year old ?

Slightly advanced, slightly retarded.
 
Given my own issues, solved on my own, it took about 6 years for me to get out of it, from the age of 19. She's not the perfect girl for me, that doesn't exist. But she is close. And there is enough to work with, enough to build and enough to enjoy now.
 
klyph said:
Since you made the analogy, let me point something out.

You start a project and you have high aspiration
The finished product dream dwarfs the complication
Initial progress is slow, requires much preparation
Enthusiasm withers near the seed of frustration
Someone makes a promise and doesn't follow through,
You realize you've bitten more than you can chew
Is the project worth it, should you continue?
Why'd you even try? Best to start anew.


How long do you think that this infatuation will last. And are you prepared to deal with her when you no longer want anything to do with her and she'll kill herself if you leave her? Is that what you want? (That last question may seem rhetorical, but it's not)
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Level 1 Answer: She's worth the effort. I believe deeply.
Level 2 Answer: Minor setbacks always happen. The first is WAY harder to deal with than the 400th, and the last is the easiest to deal with. I had a depressive for 14 years. These are harder because now I have a very viable option of walking away, and not "Wasting time". I don't believe I am wasting her time, and I don't feel she is wasting mine.
Level 3 Answer: I am known to be infatuated for about 13 years.
Level 4 Answer: I'm good for her, I know this. Everything in my life aligns at the right moment. This alignment, I believe, continues.
Level 5 Answer: I'm learning of more and more local guys, way more her speed (very metal, drinkers, goth whatever) have tried with her. She's been hooked up with guys, and never liked them. She likes me. She says she does, "Would I be here if I didn't like you?"
Level 6 Answer: I may have already made it farther into her heart than normal. I can see in the dark, and she does smile.
 
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