Rainbow over the minicipality

Rainbow over the minicipality

Tuesday 25 August 2015

New Play



New Play
About a guy, based on me, married to a woman based on Billy.  She is not on stage at the start but makes an entrance half way through the first act.
He is a moderately successful architect.  Part of the action is his arguments with bureaucrats about a development or extension or something.
Anyway, the wife is an addict.  Notes to the script can suggest that the production make her an addict to what ever is plausible at the time.  I don’t want to lock in a drug.  Perhaps after drugs are legalised and normalised, there will be something of an equivalent.
Anyway, a visit from her supplier occurs in each act.  There is discussion on the virtues of the illegality. 
Perhaps I can make it a vehicle for my Melba Opera House idea.  There should also be a mother in law.  Clearly there is tension between He and Her’s family.  She can be from an aristocratic, Toorak family, old money, with the proceeds of selling the ancestral homestead and property, dating back to Selectors.  No problem knowing who she is based on.
It is a Melbourne play, about identifying with Country.  It is also about retributive justice and using the Law to punish people.  Everyone has secrets.  She about the drugs from her mother.  We later learn the Dealer has imunity and can keep dealing because he feeds information about his clients. It is why He misses out on some contract or tender, or prize.
She may in fact be of aboriginal descent.  Many old families hushed up such a thing long ago.  Opens the debate into what it means to be Australian.
Ok, so the Architectural competition behind the play is for an Opera House for Melbourne.  The winner is a foreign conglomerate design in Port Philip Bay, with a Racing Circuit round it and hotels and wealthy apartments.  Not a people’s place.
There had better be a Grand Daughter, so we have the three phases of womanhood.  Perhaps she can act as a kind of “chorus”.  She might break the fourth wall.  She ruminates on her life and family as if they were a play she was watching or caught up in.  The unreality of it.  When she is left alone with the Dealer for some reason, they can have a big argument.  Good place to put Economic ideas. He would be New Capitalist, she New Anarchist.  

scrap of dialogue



D: You only want to win because you think you can get a knighthood, now. 
H: That is ridiculous.  It is an important competition that I am entering to have my vision for Melbourne built.  I don’t care about the recognition, though I admit that would be nice.  And I am not after a knighthood. 
D: You were very supportive of the idea when it was reintroduced, when everyone else in Australia was ridiculing. 
Perhaps the four scenes can be each week, on the same day.  The play could be called “Tuesday”.  Or else the day could be what ever day the actual performance was on.  I like the idea of changing a performance, perhaps making it time relevant.  Time is cyclical.  This play is cyclical.  Not the same day repeated, like Groundhog Day, or many others, but life repeating another, new day’s, similar activities in similar order.
H: If Aus had become a Republic we would not be having this question.
D: Well, I like the Queen and all the Royal Family.  Why do you want to get rid of them?  They aren’t doing any harm, don’t cost much, what ever you say, and some people say they provide stability to our constitution, and without it we would lose our connection to a thousand years of constitutional development and all that tradition, and become just another new, young republic, whose government is open to any faction that gains power through whatever means.
H: Of course the Royals would be welcome to visit, and you can take just as much interst in them whether they are our Monarch or not.
D: But that is silly.  They are only celebrities because they actually are real royalty.  The world has dozens of deposed monarchs and other nobility, and no one ever hears about them.
H: Don’t be so sure.  The Surbian Royal Family is back in their Palace and filling many of the social activities of their ancestors, like marking important national days, without any political power.  He calls himself “Crown Prince” and is just waiting for his coronation. 
D: That just shows how relevant the Crown is to the Constitution.


Her’s speech, Act 2?

You have no idea what it was like growing up in my family.  The expectations were intense. Failure was ignored after praise for being a good loser.  But no help!  Oh, no! We were expected to do it all by ourselves. 
I saw siblings and cousins receive heaps of praise for their achievements, their ambitions, but anything I did was regarded as trivial.  Worse, any time I did manage to start something by myself, suddenly “he” would destroy everything I had started to do, just so “he” could help me start.  I remember starting to climb a ladder as a toddler, and making it up a few rungs before he saw me and came running.  Instead of praising me for being able to do it, which Marcia, my therapist says a normal father would do, he grabbed me and pulled me off the ladder, put me down on my knees, although I had stopped crawling by then, and grabbed a hand and said he would teach me how to climb ladders.  I just burst into tears, so “he” yelled something at me and walked off.
I felt I was lost in a dark forest, like in my story books, but I didn’t know there was a way out, didn’t know I should try and get out, and no indication of which way to go, anyway.
Perhaps there will be four scenes, two in the first Act.  In each “Dealer” comes in, has conversation with daughter and father separately, perhaps one each time, then “her” comes in, but takes whatever it is out of room.  I don’t want any jeckle/hyde transformations happening on stage.  No demonstration of paraphernalia, or methods of administering.  Anyway, she returns a different person, more “real”, honest, perceptive, etc.  Defensive, vulnerable sad.  Aggressive and in control. Perhaps differently each of the four times. 
The fourth time, she comes back very “natural” and life of the party and efficient, as if she had worked through her other problems, but still obviously with the dependency, but that is now seen as harmless, though costly, and indeed beneficial if kept in control.  This in contrast to “Him”s demise, because this is a tragedy, with the tragic floor of goodness.


New Story, perhaps a play. 

A  group of year twelve people.  When they were sixteen they became sexually active and all screwed around a lot including with each other, and now are bored with sex and certainly don’t want to do it with each other.  The Education System has been made very easy for intelligent children to coast through, with good results made easy, or else their futures are mapped out for them through family obligations or connections or social limitations.  Essentially, they are bored.
They decide to commit the perfect murder.  So the play becomes a debate about the morality of death.  They expect their success will come from the unexpectedness.  It must obviously be a murder, but one that is mysterious and inexplicable.  It has to be someone distant from everyone and they consider a random person, but then decide to ensure the person has no connection to any of them, and to their astonishment , everyone in the whole city has some remote, but not insignificant connection to someone in the group.
 


 

Monday 24 August 2015

Tesseractical Hyperspace in Cyberspace

So what happened then?
I was sitting here, not sure what to do or what to look at, when I started thinking about updating my old THIC wwweb page.  Suddenly it started to be something I was actually starting to do, and I had the feeling of clashing into reality.  In an instant the vast imposibility of that world out there that I imagine one day getting back to, suddenly happening.
Then I was overwhelmed by a fit of writhing and twisting in my chair.  Like Spencer Tracy as he turned from Dr Jeckle into Mr Hyde. It must have gone on for a couple of minutes.  At first I wasn't aware I was doing it, with my eyes closed and my body contorting and twisting by itself.  But then, when I could feel myself doing it, I started to feel every part of my body as the gyrations randomly went through every combination of muscle groups.  Eventually it stopped, and now, with a fresh cup of coffee, I wonder what happened?
Am I different?  Shall I actually update my WWWeb site?  It was brilliant, and who knows, perhaps my Tesseractical Hyperspace in Cyberspace might be the future of this vastly infinite conceptual realm that our species is only just starting to explore. 



Tesseractical Hyperspace in Cyberspace
New Introduction
This is an idea that I had years ago.  I created some linked wwweb pages to demonstrate and explore it, but like everything, I got bored with it.  Anyway, I think it is a good idea that is worth exploring.  I don’t know why other people have not already come up with it, or perhaps they have.
The interior of a cube is different from looking at all the square surfaces that surround the cubic space.  In four dimensions, the cubes are the equivalent of faces in three dimensions.  In four dimensions, the tesseract has eight “sides”, but they are three dimensional realities, not flat surfaces. If we imagine walking round the surface of a big cube, we are on a flat surface with four edges that each lead to another similar flat surface.  There are three pairs of orthogonal surfaces.  If we were “on” a tesseract, we would be inside one of its cubic “sides”, These six “sides” would lead to another similar cubic side.  There are four pairs of orthogonal sides. 
We exist in a three dimensional reality.  This is equivalent to being in one of the “sides” of the tesseract.  We all pass from one “reality” to another, for example between work and home, all the time, but there is not overall schema that includes everything, especially as many of these are pairs of opposites that are generally regarded as incompatible and exist in different, unconnected parts of human culture, like Art and Science.
What I called “Bidimensional Analysis” is a way of mapping “everything” in a four-dimensional schema that once I had become used to it seemed to fit well with other things as well, but I might get to them later.  Not only was I able to divide all the different “interests” and states of being of humanity into a single framework using the surrounding eight “realities”, in four opposing pairs, but then it became clear that it is the “interior” of the tesseract, not its cubic “faces” where we are located.  This 4-space has four “dimensions” including up/down, left/right, forward/back and another pair.  At least one was circular, which made things interesting, and one other is hyperbolic, which explains a lot of other things, again.  For a long time I got lost in the Maths, but I’m not going to include any here.
Time goes forward and backwards.  When I allocated my “realities” to the cubic faces of the tesseract, a natural pair were Child and Adult.  These are two quite separate realities that we nearly all in at some time, sometimes alternating, but never, ever being in both at once. 
Art and Science are another pair that seem incompatible.  “Art” includes all “intuition” and that includes Spirituality. 
Another way in which we live in two world is that we all have an inner mind as well as existing in a series of concentric worlds at increasing scale, out there.  This is where I brought in my other theory that is a sort of Economic Theory, but based on Sociology in a purely scientific sense.  Somewhere, I have my theory of Living Energy, which is just energy as known to Physics, but in complex systems that are “alive” in their own right as an emergent property of vast scale differences.  Also here, or somewhere, my exponential counting system.  What we are internally is different from ourselves at a small scale internally such as our own biology and chemistry, but is our “internal” mental world, that may also have layers and complexity, but is unique and individual to each living being; the nature of Consciousness is last great frontier of human exploration.  This dimension is exponential.  It only makes sense to think of the vastness of space exponentially.  We keep changing  our measuring stick, from meters to kilometres to light years and so one, but better to just keep the meter and measure everything in terms of powers of e meters.  It works for small sizes too, that ever get smaller but never reach zero; the ruler has no actual start, as if the end has been eroded to the slightest amount.  As to within our minds, is there a limit? Perhaps not, but the sense of the infinite the closer one gets to it that is what many people report after various religious and other techniques.
So, one might well ask, what is the point of it?  And this is where I should have started.  Cyberspace is a vast new, uncharted territory that our species is just starting to explore.  It is certainly hyperbolic.  Perhaps it should be called Tesseractical hyperbolic infinite cyberspace, but that does not sound nearly as interesting, and being hyperbolic and infinite are sort of consequences of each other.  Also, hyperspace means computer space and is a subset of cyberspace.  We do these things through our computers, that create our windows of hyperspace.  How clever to call Windows “windows”.   These are windows through into cyberspace. 
It is possible to think of Cyberspace as a virtual existence that we are immersed in, like a little island sticking up above the ocean attached to a vast, sub-aquatic mountain range.  Has it always existed, or does it just exist in living minds?  The real world comes into existence like a continual crystallisation with us always at the forefront, as it is happening.   The future is an infinitude of possibilities, each with a probability and all connected within the wave-forms of quantum mechanical existence.   Like Shroedinger’s cat, all the possibilities that exist as probabilities collapse and a single “reality” comes into existence, so the past has only one form that appears inevitable in retrospect.  Perhaps our individual free will can determine the future; it is better to live as if it were true than become nihilistic in the belief that we have no meaning.   All these possibilities exist in Cyberspace, but while the wave-forms collapse into a single reality in the real world, in Cyberspace they all continue to exist.  The “past” is not limited to what actually happened, and “now” is everything that is possible.  For indeed, even in Cyberspace, with its exponential, hyperbolic multiplicity of infinities, mathematical relationships still hold, as with Plato’s ideals.