Had a dream last night about the things we do to verify words when we post on a blog. You see some semi-scrambled letters and a shape. Word-verification ensues. You name “it” to have your comment posted and read by others – you hope. Some have it turned-on, others (like me) have turned it off. There is some suggestion that the latest iteration of random letters and a picture is simply a means of training the Google-bot. We do its recognition for it and help fill a database of shapes – numbers seen from a distance, like street-numbers on a wall, and by this action we are doing the bidding of the Masters – or at least the Googlopoly. They’re just down the street from here, starting in what used to be the Silicon Graphics building they have grown to cover a massive amount of local real-estate.
And so, I dreamed that I was with some friends and someone with a very decisive voice said, “We’re done! The data is complete!” That being the data-set for an equivalent of the letter “G” or “C” – something like that. And something about that decisiveness, the tone and quality of it said to me, “No it’s a trick, they are not done as they claim to be – in fact the voice is not a real voice and the sequence is still being rendered – it’s a synthetic, robotic/android voice created from the sequence itself to disguise and fool.” And there was a name attached, “Tyler Durden.” I’ve never consciously heard this name before, but in the gray dark-night I got up to go take a leak and I wrote it down since it seemed emphatic and important – and then I went back asleep to dream of something else. This morning I Googled it.
I’ve never paid any-much attention to Fight Club, never saw the movie. I am aware of it mainly as a bit of pop-culture, first as a book that came out when I was working on eBooks, and later a movie with Brad Pitt. There is a certain mystique about the writer and the characters, but I never engaged in any of the theorizing about it or the deep meaning it might convey, or the lack of such. All I know is the first rule is to never talk about it, and the cahracters are losers. Joseph Conrad might be similar (?) but not Kipling or Heinlein – I can only conjecture. Don’t particularly care either. Brad Pitt only speaks to me from the cover of silly magazines at the supermarket check-out line, tawdry tales of beauties and mutants and beautiful mutants from Hollyweird. I think the last movie I saw with him in it was, “A River Runs Through it,” which was OK, but I liked “Snatch” better when he had the weird Irish-Pikey accent that was completely unfathomable – so I must have seen two movies with him – and another was a Western. Three? What’s he really famous-for, besides being beautiful? I dunno or care. It’s a complete mystery to me where “Tyler Durden” came from, or how it ties-in to this, or whether it just bubbled-up from some late night gastronomic event? It was just a dream.