Wedge Faraway's blog

The colors you can see here are based on the colors being used on my commercial website focused on prose, short stories and hard-mouthed poetry.

The brown colors happen to go well with me as a person.

And, to answer a question unasked: the colors do not reflect a smoker's phlegm.

Have a nice hotdog, it's friday.

Sure as hell not a webdesigner.

Hey.. don't touch me there.

Well, since I am here, I can use this thing just as well.

Hello to whoever you are. Still there? Good. For all of us.

As you may already know, I call myself Wedge Faraway, a name that is part of my life since I first startet using html and writing stuff as a means of being creative and a name I feel that I have a lot more in common with than with my christian name.
The whole concept of naming people strikes me as purely odd, taking away a very fundamental portion of a person's freedom: the freedom to and of change.

To give you a hint at what I mean (in case you cannot relate to what I mean by this special breed of freedom) I will give you the following example:
Imagine someone not having seen you for a couple of years; for the sake of being realistic, let's say for more than three years.
That person's concept and impression of you is essentially the same it was when the two of you met for the last time.

The name is still the same, why should there be a change in character?

To put it simple: people change, names don't.
And that is quite an issue: names are inherently static, the things we name are being rendered objects, their nature being defined the very moment we first named them.
So, when we name a chair 'chair', we do not expect it to change over time, right?

Same is being applied to human beings, although most of you can agree with me that people are not chairs (won't imply that some sort of are.. that would be a cheap laugh);
the name that my parents gave me might have been an eruption of questionable creativity on their behalf, yet it became a name that I stopped relating to when I first started to write.

Write as in writing short stories, not write as in write html. That occured a lot later in my life.

I won't bore you with the concept of people wearing masks, since that whole idea has been fucked to death by webloggers and myspace- philosophers;
instead I will bore you with something somewhat new.

I don't wear masks. I am real.
Wedge Faraway is just as every bit as real as the person behind my christian name.
I am not being paid nearly enough for me to justify playing a role that doesn't suit me - aside from playing a role at all.

Both persons belong to my personality or - for lack of better words - are facettes of my meta-persona that unifies both persons in the same brain-body- complex.

When I write I am Wedge Faraway. When I drink, I am Wedge Faraway. When I fuck you, I am Wedge Faraway. When I wake up, I am Wedge Faraway.
When I sleep, I am Wedge Faraway.

When I meet my parents, I am someone else.

The similarities are there, unquestionably so - the bleak and cynical outlook on both life and people, the snarl of utter atavistic distaste towards gender concepts and a searing hatred when confronted with religion or spirituality (which I tend to call 'religion lite') - but so are the differences.
I won't bore you with details. Take it at face value since I - contrary to what you just expected me to do - will not explain the differences.
Too intimate and you are on my dime.

So, whenever people meet me these days, they meet Wedge Faraway - drunkard, smoker, webcrafter and writer - they normally do not meet the person I was eleven years ago, since I have changed; a lot.
But the other person is still there and will go away the day my parents die.
Because they named that other person.
They gave that other person structure, a name to distinguish it from a chair.
Aside from that, the habit of naming someone has a lot in common with demonology and the summoning of demons: if you know someone's name, you can his or her attention whenever you use that name.
You can find that person whenever you like, these days even moreso; make a phone-call, use mail.
Essentially, it really is about having power over said person, congruent with having power over a demon.

I do not mind my parents and my close friends wielding that power, but I do mind other people being granted that same level of power over me, my life and my phone (I hate that rotten thing).
When people know your christian name, they will act as if they know you; like friends would do, for instance.
But these folks aren't my friends.
I don't like talking to them. I don't like people. I don't like discussing shit.
Why allow them to be able to force all this nonsense on me?

Enter Wedge Faraway.

This is me, when you meet me at the pub.
This is me, when you meet me at home.
This is me, when I sit down to write, to code, to edit a picture I took.

I named myself. And that is the name you will adress me with.
I chose that name, since the other name doesn't describe me anymore, doesn't define me anymore.
Doesn't have the same meaning to me.

I have changed since I was a teenager. The old name doesn't apply to the person I am today.
If you break a chair over a person's back in a brawl, you wouldn't call the chair's remains chair all the same. Remains of a chair, maybe even a couple of chairlegs and splintered wood, but certainly not chair anymore.

If the object changes its structure or function, using the name it used to have doesn't describe what it is after the change - certainly not properly.

So, to allow myself for greater mental flexibility and to avoid people I will most likely hate for the simply fact that i don't get along with people (at all) I have changed my name to something else; something new; something only I can define and objectify and, in consequence, name.

I am my own creation. I can change as much as I like. I have found my own name.
And I use that name to be able to understand the difference between the person I was and the person I am; both of them are equally true and real, in terms of my meta-persona (imagine a tree and you get the picture).

Don't name folks. Let them name themselves. It is their right to do so.
Everything else is stasis.

Thank you for your abused attention, I will return to the webdesign for the three websites that I work on.
And maybe I will write a short story or another.. or twelve.

This is Wedge Faraway - and I know shit about stuff.

Sure. I just let my digital shadow grow.
Still, ipernity is actually fun.

Enjoy the "The Rum Session" while I'm gone.

Since i have a lot of spare time on my hands i decided to give ipernity a shot, especially because my significant other uses this network as well.

There isn't much to say for starters, since most user-driven communities are very similar to each other, even down to the level of the users themselves: most of them act the same way, most of them think themselves to be artists of some kind or another and most of them wish others to see them as artists too.

Same with flickr.
Same with deviantart.
Same with facebook.

Same with ipernity.

Doesn't matter where you go and what you do these days, you always seem to meet the same kind of persons over and over again; their names and faces may change but they themselves, they as individuals seem to be a product of a very unimaginative creator.

A creator that obviously thinks with his dick.

As i am writing this, i am lighting my seventh morning cigarette and drinking my third cup of coffee; let's just hope that i manage to awake at some point during the day.

Stay tuned. For i am oh so special.