I’ve encountered an issue.
My HDD consumption has reached a point where even on this brand new laptop I have no memory left over if I have all the files of Radio Reality City onboard. I have to have it all on an expandable memory device. Which sucks because it’s not all readily accessible, but it also simply makes sense to archive the stuff I won’t be using.
Unfortunately, after March, I moved to the old model of posting where I manually post a poem in the morning. And today I’ve arrived at class without my HDD to plug in, find the poem I WOULD be posting this morning, and schedule/post the thing.
I’ve mentioned before, but after I got my SL1 and Phantom 3 my memory consumption exploded. A whole day’s outing can be up to 50GB of space now, and this laptop’s only got 500GB of space. So you might imagine that as long as I’m making videos, I’m going to take up a lot of space. Before, a poem could take up literally KILOBYTES of space. Up to 5KB for ONE poem. Outrageous. And then photos typically take up 30MB of space per shot. That used to be the spot I used the most memory in.
One of my biggest worries has been in being able to keep all this stuff in multiple places, safe. Even thinking so far as to make my own cloud server to host in my bedroom so I can access Radio Reality City anywhere, but I do not yet have that technical knowhow.
So here I sit, unable to post a poem. That’s pretty great. Instead, I’ve been able to furnish this little journal.
Given that opportunity, I’d like to talk about a piece of literature I came across a while ago, called ‘The Psychopath’s Bible’ by a Dr. Christopher Hyatt. When you pick up this book and start reading it, it comes off like some real paranoia-inducing stuff. It’s a book that would have you believe that it’s teaching you how to be a psychopath, but approaching it from any other lens reveals its other side.
It can almost read like satire, once you peel back the surface. Hyatt himself was a very strange man, but he understood what he was doing when he was writing this book. He describes the condition of a psychopath as one that’s more than frowned upon in modern society, but breaks down the walls between distinctions until the qualities of a ‘psychopath’ are at their barest form.
Hyatt posits that what society calls ‘psychopathy’ is really just a state in which the individual cares about themselves above all others, and thus are seen as voracious machines of will. For the good and the bad, of course.
When I think of a psychopath, I certainly think of people like Ajit Pai, commissioned salesmen, day traders with big portfolios, and telemarketers. Acting in their own self-interests and eschewing society’s expectations of them in the name of the ego. Ironically enough, I’m currently sitting in a Sociology class right now. But the argument is built on the idea that we call people psychopaths in the Western world when they’re only looking out for themselves, saying that particular quality is not a bad thing.
If you were looking out for only yourself, that wouldn’t be negative on its own, would it?
Granted, Hyatt is a fucking nutter. This guy was legitimately into the occult, wrote books on Afro-magic, and other books on how to manipulate. But he was also a doctor of clinical and experimental psychology, and had masters degrees in two other disciplines.
Hyatt makes a good point. The qualities of a psychopath are given a bad rap, but in some primal ways having those qualities is necessary to survive. Moments where you need to have self-respect and do what’s best for you.
However, reading this book doesn’t make you think of that. It makes you think of people you know who have these qualities, and specifically pings moments in your life to make you think about psychopaths in general. These aren’t people with cluster B personality disorders, these are people who are in all their right mind and willfully make their way through the world, damn the consequences as long as they make it out okay.
Eventually the ideas seem to be making sense. After the initial learning curve of breaking through that wall, you find yourself agreeing with the societal expectation of what a psychopath is. It feels kinda… icky. Especially if you know someone that you would happily call a psychopath with no second thought.
The book is a really odd ball, straddling the fence of teenangst and satire. I still can’t quite figure it out, but I’ve seen a few other people who interpret it as a thing meant to be internalized and moved on from. Changes your perspective a little bit, and might even make you think before passing judgement on someone.
Personally, I consider myself to be utilitarian as a philosopher, so this psychopathy stuff doesn’t gel well with my own beliefs, but it’s interesting to think about nonetheless.
Anyways, sorry about the lack of posting today. I’ve been really busy and just left that expandable memory unit at home. Dangerous to do, these days.
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