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Spectrality by teucer

January 22nd, 2008 11:41 AM

INSTRUCTIONS: Using careful quasiscientific analysis, determine all your connections to reality. Temporarily sever those connections and see where you find yourself.

All six of my senses connect me to reality, so I was determined to deny myself the use of any of them, one by one.

Let's start with sight. This is really a two-way street. For one thing, I'm visibly real - so step one involved closing the blinds and the door so there was no chance of me being seen. Second, I had to blindfold myself to avoid seeing the real world. (For obvious reasons, that had to happen at the end, so I could see to apply the other changes.

Step two, taste. This is a tricky one. I'm a supertaster, so I need to have *something* to cleanse my palate of the delicious grilled cheese sandwich I ate an hour ago. Crackers seem to fit the bill, particularly bland rice crackers. So, time to eat some.

Smell was easy. I'm pretty sick at the moment and can't smell much of anything anyway. Just to be on the safe side, I plugged my nose up.

Step four, touch. I needed to isolate myself from physical contact with anything to the extent possible. A little bit of me needed to touch the floor and I needed to be in contact with my blindfold and nose plugs - but that's it. So, other than the blindfold, this task is to be done naked.

Next, hearing. There's nothing particularly noisy around me, so with a blindfold as added protection that takes care of itself.

Which means it's finally time to apply the blindfold and then go for sense number six - which I am connected to reality by not having. I decided to stay in my otherwise spectral mode and slip into a light trance (as many alleged psychics do) until some sort of prediction or clairvoyance came to me. This was surprisingly fast - probably because I expected something to happen and had gone into a more suggestible state. In any event, I felt the number eight floating through my head. Now that I'm back in reality, I don't think it means anything - unless I was receiving a message from the future or something.

Just to make sure, I sent our Interrex an instant message asking him to pick a number between one and ten. He chose six, proving that I had not made an incredible prediction. This is good - if my sixth sense had entered the real world with me, it would have retroactively invalidated my completion.

- smaller

Closing the blinds

Closing the blinds

This is to avoid being seen or otherwise interacted with by inhabitants of reality.


Bland rice cracker

Bland rice cracker

It has little enough flavor to cleanse my palate and isolate me from lunch.


Plugging my nose

Plugging my nose

I can't smell much anyway, but this is for insurance.


Nudity

Nudity

I stripped to remove as much touch as possible. You can't see it in the picture but my glasses came off too.


Pillowcase

Pillowcase

Here I am with a nice fleecy pillowcase over my head. Because I can't see I couldn't take a very good picture of this.



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posted by Darkaardvark on January 22nd, 2008 12:43 PM

Interesting take. I've got my own version of this in the pipeline... but I was curious to see if others would approach it in a way totally different than my plan. (They're close, but not the same ideas. You'll see.)

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posted by JJason Recognition on January 22nd, 2008 1:05 PM

Is this praxis supposed to end on a sentence fragment like that?

Also, where would you say you were once you removed those connections? You saw an eight there, but I'm still curious.

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posted by teucer on January 22nd, 2008 1:15 PM

Odd. I *definitely* typed in the rest of that paragraph. Fixed.

As for where I was - I would say that I was both here, in my bedroom, with a pillowcase on my head, and nonexistent. Of course, these two answers were in a state of quantum superposition, so merely describing me as being in either would be incorrect.

As for the eight - I don't know how it got there.

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posted by Lincøln on January 22nd, 2008 1:58 PM

Maybe the six I gave you was in response to the sixth sense you were trying to isolate from? Since I had no idea you were attempting this task, it seems a fitting choice. also, I love getting IMs from fellow SFØ players. If you want my IM, please ask, I love getting instant access to queries and help and whatnot.

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posted by Burn Unit on January 22nd, 2008 2:21 PM

yay for sentence

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posted by Kariudo Chasseur on January 22nd, 2008 2:33 PM

That picture of your nose stuffed up is monumentally ugly.

Just thought you'd like to know. :D

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posted by teucer on January 22nd, 2008 2:38 PM

Yeah, I was aware.

You try taking better pictures of your nose, without a using mirror.

Abstract Yet?
posted by niallsb: Forevolution on January 25th, 2008 8:06 AM

How far away from reality did you get? How far do you believe you got?