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January 13th, 2004, 10:07 AM
What BASErs know, but few non-BASErs ever see, is that in the culture of BASE jumping,("localism") is an aggressive, xenophobic one which is ostensibly about preserving the best sights for those most deserving of them, but which is really a primitive and vicious defense-of-territory mentality.
Modern BASE points to ?? as its father, yet his Garden of Eden version of jumping is about as far as you'll get from the heavy scenes caused by the pools of hate that have floated in sites around the world: the toxic spills of localism. Of course, if we as BASErs look to our heritage, what do we do when we see a history of raids, massacres, and internecine conflict throughout history? Are we doomed by cultural genetics to duke it out over our tiny slices of paradise and the short-lived jumps we do?
A common conception sees BASErs as laid-back, care-free and "zen." The enjoyment they get from flicking a superb spot and working it well is an inward one that puts them in direct contact with their nature. But such notions of the BASEing monk should be expunged and replaced with another bald icon: the violence-prone, jack-booted fascist. Fueled by overpopulation and scarcity, each successful jump becomes both a conquest over self, and a sense of entitlement for every future good jump that rolls in. Moreover, their simple presence at a given BASE spot over time entitles them to access over "tourists."
I don't know if there is another sport/art/lifestyle on the planet that offers as phenomenal an experience as BASE jumping and yet is cursed with human behavior in a classification with sharks and gangbangers. BASE jumping is an amazing thing to do, but seen through the prism of localism, it comes off looking pretty lame.
I have transposed this from another theme as a joke.
Ha!
Take care
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Modern BASE points to ?? as its father, yet his Garden of Eden version of jumping is about as far as you'll get from the heavy scenes caused by the pools of hate that have floated in sites around the world: the toxic spills of localism. Of course, if we as BASErs look to our heritage, what do we do when we see a history of raids, massacres, and internecine conflict throughout history? Are we doomed by cultural genetics to duke it out over our tiny slices of paradise and the short-lived jumps we do?
A common conception sees BASErs as laid-back, care-free and "zen." The enjoyment they get from flicking a superb spot and working it well is an inward one that puts them in direct contact with their nature. But such notions of the BASEing monk should be expunged and replaced with another bald icon: the violence-prone, jack-booted fascist. Fueled by overpopulation and scarcity, each successful jump becomes both a conquest over self, and a sense of entitlement for every future good jump that rolls in. Moreover, their simple presence at a given BASE spot over time entitles them to access over "tourists."
I don't know if there is another sport/art/lifestyle on the planet that offers as phenomenal an experience as BASE jumping and yet is cursed with human behavior in a classification with sharks and gangbangers. BASE jumping is an amazing thing to do, but seen through the prism of localism, it comes off looking pretty lame.
I have transposed this from another theme as a joke.
Ha!
Take care
space