Wednesday, December 8, 2010

10,000

Passed the ten thousand word mark last night on my super-secret, hush-hush writing project.  All I'm saying is it isn't a novel (though I may have a stab at writing one at a later date - I have a plot I hallucinated a couple of years ago when I was quite ill and I'd like to take it out again sometime and see where it might go), and it won't interest most people. But who cares.  Less than half a dozen people have read my honour thesis (a fact for which I cm grateful). Basically, I'm writing it for me.  If I can sell it a make a few bucks, all the better.

Yes, Johnson famously said that "No man but a blockhead writes, except for money." so, well, it would be more than just a little bit cool if I could make some money from it, and with money comes validation, I guess.
Yeah, sure - I want to sell it.  Happy?

At least I'm enjoying the process.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Adventures in blogging

I'm the first to admit, I'm an inconsistent blogger. I know I should be more regular in my blogging habits, and everyone who has an opinion on the subject says you need to be posting at least two or three times a day if you want peoplke to come badk regularly (and thereby make any kind of cash from your margin ads).

I was really slack for a couple of months while my wife was in hospital, and I don't apologise for that - I understand that for some people with sick loved-ones, getting all that anxiety and pain and heartache out to their online audience is cathartic and may even help them to get though the rough patch, but Jess is a pretty private person, and anything I wrote about that time would be mostly about her, so I had to respect that.

SInce than, I've still been slack.  There's some upheaval at work at the moment due to an ongoing restructure and "right-sizing" (I'll save my disdain for the newspeak of the corporate world for another post) and I think that it would be inappropriate (and a red-flag for potential future employers) if I wrote about that. But to be honest, that's not what's keeping me from posting either. I'm even making headway with the RPG setting I'm writing (which, for anyone with an interest, I'm going to start blogging about here).

The fact is, I just don't think I'm that interesting.  So instead of beating myself up over not constantly updating The Scoop with all the latest from my world, I'll be concentrating on the other blogs I'm trying to get up and running, and the other sideline projects that insist on my time, like work, and marriage.  This doesn't mean I won't post on The Scoop ever again.  It simply means that when I don get to it, or if I just don't have anything to say, I'll feel a lot less guilty about it.

So, until I've got something interesting to announce, that's me out.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Of new rules and grognards

I am just at the moment familiarising myself with Triple Ace Games/Cubicle 7's All for One: RĂ©gime Diabolique RPG, with a view to running a game for my gaming group.  All for One uses Exile Game Studio's Ubiquity system, which looks good on paper, but I've never played Hollow Earth Expedition (though I've heard a lot of great things about it, and I promise I'll get around to it sometime), and every plan fails on contact with the players.  

In the last couple of years Savage Worlds has become a default system for the group, and a few of the guys can be a bit hidebound when it comes to trying new rules-sets (I've run RTT, RuneQuest, True 20, Summerland and Trail of Cthulhu games over the last three years with varying degrees of failure).

So I'm looking for two things; I'd like to hear anyone's thoughts on the Ubiquity system - how it plays, what tweaks or house rules they introduced, stuff like that.  I'm also keen to hear any advice on offer for getting grognards to try new things (games written in the last fifteen years, for example).  Post your thoughts here and maybe wwe'll get a discussion happening.

Friday, October 15, 2010

Oh Happy Day

Jess returns home tomorrow.  The world begins to right itself, centering once more on its axis.  The lion lies to the lamb, then has roast lamb and invites all his lion friends - everybody wins.  Except the lamb.
  

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Insert NO KIDS logo here

Before we got married (actually, years before marriage seriously came up), my wife and I confided in each other that neither of us wanted to have children.  Eleven-and-a-half years of wedded (mostly) bliss later, and neither of us has shifted one iota in this conviction.

That's why this isn't an argument so much as an affirmation.

I'd just like to say here that Tempus makes a finer and much more patient parent than I ever would have.
 

Haiku Status Update - 10 October 2010

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Feeling old today;
Like a typewriter ribbon.
frail and faded.
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I have a cold.  Not a "Man Cold", but a genuine, knock-one-off-one's feet doozy of a chest infection.  I think I'm over the worst of it, but I'm still congested as all hell and my head feels like it's been unscrewed and stuffed full of cotton wool, which itself has since become filled with mucus (thus accounting for the heaviness).  Unfortunately there's more where that came from, as the two tissue boxes I've emptied in the last couple of days will attest.

I hate being sick.  Partly because I hate the feeling of being sick, but more so because people assume that I'm not sick at all but just looking for some sympathy.  I don't do that.  I'll usually go to work unless I'm hurling or exhibiting a temperature higher than 102°F. In fact, I took two vacation days off last week to try and get over this affliction.  And I'll show up at work regardless tomorrow - hope I'm not contagious, like my boss who I probably caught it from (Thanks, Susan! It's been neat!).  

Speaking of health, I'm happy to report that Jess is up and around under her own steam again, and should be out of her convalescent internment in a week or so.  She came home for lunch today, and when she's back for good I'll get her to write out our vaguely Japanese/Vietnamese miso noodle broth recipe which we enjoyed today, and to which I owe at least 30% of my better-feeling at this point, and post it to our nascent Pragmatic Kitchen blog (as yet, unsullied).  It is a curative on the level of "Jewish Penicillin".
 

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Built to last

The concrete facades may be falling off the remaining Brezhnev-era buildings dotted around Moscow, but oneSoviet-built monument to progress is not only still intact, but may well only need its batteries recharged to be operational once more; the Lunokhod-1 rover, launched in 1970 and "lost since '74.  Read about it here, courtesy of the good folks at MIT's Technology Review.
   

The road not taken

If I had it to do over again, knowing what I know now, I think the biggest thing I would change is my career-path, which was diverted in primary school, primarily by my parents.  I was a semi-talented, self-taught artist as a child (all big ideas but no technique).  This was something my mother encouraged me in, as she was a painter and ceramicist herself.  At least until grade seven; Near the end of the year I, along with bout half-a-dozen other of my Westminster peers, were offered the opportunity to attend a different public high school to the one I would normally attend (based on geography), in order to take part in an intensive Art course for promising talents.  Ironically, the alternative school was actually closer to where I lived.

I had some reservations - I knew a few of the other kids that had been offered the course, and I knew a couple of them were way better artists than me.  I wasn't sure if I would make the grade.  But the ultimate decision was my parents'.  Each for their own reasons, they decided that it would be a mistake for me to take up the offer; Dad because it wouldn't lead to a real job (essentially the same reason I had to drop out after year ten), and Mum, because she thought it would expose me to drugs and the wrong sort of people (those, I guess, who had no chance of getting a real job).

What shits me the most, looking back on it, is that nobody could make a compelling argument for why I should take the course (apparently an pilot program run by the school).  The options for visual artists career-wise are many and varied, and were even then.  At worst I might have gone into store window-dressing or become a photographer's assistant.  But what I think I would have really liked to do is build a career in typography.  I think it would have suited my particular suite of talent, technical proficiencies and bordering-on-asbergian passion for detailed minutiae.  God knows, I wouldn't be any richer (poorer, more likely) than I am now, but I think the product of my labour might have been more worthwhile, more of a contribution to the whole.

Vale Tony Curtis - 3 June 1925 – 29 September 2010

I grew up knowing Tony Curtis only as the Danny Wilde from the slick 1970s television series, The Persuaders!  Years later I began to realise that he was a movie star way before his brief television foray.  Every character I saw him play (up until Spartacus) exhibited something of Danny's irreverant, ironic, and flirty style that resonated with my idea of how fun it might be to be a grown-up.  Back then I had no idea how close Danny's hinted philosophy was to Curtis's.  There's a touching and funny rememberance of the great man by Tom Junod over at the Esquire magazine website*.

As for role models, I think I could probably have done worse.


* A big thank you to Tempus Fugit for bringing this one to my attention.
  

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Tanka Status Update - 23 September 2010

[Note: I started writing this post about two weeks into "the incident", but didn't post it - this makes up the first part of this post.  Jess has got a lot better since, but all of us - her specialist, the nursing staff, her family, Jess and me - all had doubts at one time or another as to whether she'd really come out of this as she was before it began.  Now I can say with some assurity that she will be back to what passes for normal in our pocket universe in a matter of weeks.  She's still in hospital, but should be home again in terms of weeks rather than months.]


Haiku Status Update - 27 July 2010

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A sudden start wakes
her from her troubled sleep, her
parody of death
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After thinking about it for a few days, I'm going to pursue the subject of my wife's current convalencence.  She's a very private person and for years she wouldn't talk about her condition to anyone.  That's been changing in the last few years, with close friends and immediate colleagues being brought into our little circle of knowing.  I wasn't going to write anything, but then I thought, what's the harm? Nobody we know will read it anyway.

Well, I'm not going to talk in specifics, but surfice it to say, she has a chronic condition that flares up every so often.  In the past it's taken her a couple of weeks to get over it, with a couple of days loss of some functionality (i.e walking with a limp, unable to write by hand).  This would happen every couple of years, annoy the hell out of her, and pass.

This time is different.  it's hard to describe without betraying a confidence, but this incident has laid Jess low.  It's robbed her of her ability to move around independently and to speak.  The simple act of swallowing is denied her. She has an I/V drip and a feeding tube, and the worst part is she's still in there, a little groggy from the veritable pharmacopia she's being fed, but alert, thoughtful and - when she can make herself understood - wise-cracking, trying to cheer up those around her.  Jess's prognosis is good, but it's impossible to stay 100% positive 100% of the time.  Doubts creep in during the quiet times - mostly in the medical profession

This, I guess, is why they make you take vows when you get married.  I wonder how many people ever really think about what they're committing to.


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Tanka Status Update - 23 September 2010

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Freedom -to one who
misplace theirs - comes to take
a narrow focus:
the ability to walk,
to pour a glass of water
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Jess is up and around again, albeit with some assistance.  She started to regain her speech and facility to swallow about four weeks or so from the beginning.  Now she's eating pizza and insisting I bring dessert when I visit after work (although she says the dessert jag will end when she gets out of hospital).

I'm looking forward to getting back to normal again.  Jess is looking forward to getting back to work.  We're both looking forward to having some time together, alone.

Friday, July 23, 2010

Haiku Status Update - 23 July 2010

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Swimming in the ebb
And flow of information:
It's good to be back

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Yes, we're online once more.  Actually we have been for about a week now, but I've been too distracted by the pretty lights to post about it.  That and Jess hasn't been well.  More on that another time perhaps.

 As expected, I have got a lot of writing done during my enforced exile from the 'tubes. I'm hoping that I'll be able to keep up the momentum now all the biggest of all distractions is back in my life and in my study.

Friday, July 9, 2010

Haiku Status Update - 9 July 2010

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Oh, say can you see
A light at the tunnel's end.
An on-coming train.
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Still no home Internet connection, in spite of signing up with a new ISP nearly A-WEEK-AND-A-HALF-AGO. Am told that the hardware and thecompetency to connect it (WTF?! I thought connectability technology was all plug-and-play these days) will arrive on consecutive days next week.  So I have to take two of my hard-earned annual leave days to receive said hardware on Wednesday and to allow the ADSL magic in to our humble abode on Thursday

The things we do for love.

Oh, BTW - Happy New (Financial) Year, Everyone!

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

By George, it's a tirade-al wave!

My pal George, overwhelmed by an understandable wave of frustration, let loose with a tirade on his Twitter feed.  You can read about it here, as someone from Adelaide's sole Daily, the News Ltd-owned Advertiser, must be a fan.

George, as champions of free speech and net neutrality, we salute you.  Also, happy birthday for tomorrow!

Status Update - 29 June 2010

Entering week four (or is it five?) of our home Internet exile.  Virgin Broadband won't even sell us another modem to replace the one that died, but are more than happy to send us a new one for free if we cancel our currently suspended service (which, apparently they won't be un-suspending regardless) and take up their current offer (less data per month for more of our cash). So now we're shopping for a more reasonable service (and a higher data threshold - you get to that five-gig ceiling so quickly).

Any suggestions for a new ISP, drop me a line. If we take up your recommendation I'll immortalise the moment in a very special haiku status update.
  

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Haiku Status Update - 16 June 2010

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No Facebook chatter,
No faint roar of Google Wave;
Just my thoughts, unplugged.
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Still no home Internet connection.  I've given up trying to find a new suitable wireless modem; we've suspended our service with our current provider (if we still get charged for a service we can't use because they can't supply us with a new modem - they claim they don't have any and don't know when/if they'll be getting more, even though they seem to be signing up new clients for the very same service - I will be naming names), we're considering copper-connection services again.  More as it comes to hand.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Tanka Status Update - 13 June 2010

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Still no connection
Missing the "status updates"
Of others, and the 
Random, jokey emails
That neatly fill my inbox.
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Spent a good part of yesterday and today trying to find a modem that will work with our "state or the art" wireless broadband service.  May as well added a purpetual-motion machine and a unicorn to my Must-Pick-Up-Today list.  Really starting to get annoyed.  Getting some writing done in the purpetual isolation of my truncated existence, though, so it's not a complete loss I guess.

Friday, June 11, 2010

Haiku Status Update - 11 June 2010

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Still unconnected:
A leaf fallen from its tree.
I miss my Google.
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Tuesday, June 8, 2010

"Grrrr"; or, the maddeningly ephemeral nature of the modern object

Our modem failed last night.  I was watching the little display light up and start to look for a connection, then all was blackness.  Well at least on the little screen.

The effect on our household is that not only do we no longer have wireless broadband coming in and connecting our little old PC to the wider world, but we also no longer have a "landline" connection to the greater humanity, as our telephone connection comes through the same modem.  We are, until I can find a replacement, informationally and communicatively marooned from society.

For the record, I'm writing this in my lunch break on my work computer.
     

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Food Report - Syrian Pizza

Last night we made the Syrian-style pizzas I've mentioned in a previous post.  They were really delicious, but not without some problems.  The pizza dough is the easiest I've ever made - throw the dry ingredients in a mixer with a dough-hook (we have an 700 year old Kenwood that still runs like a steam-engine), with two teaspoons of olive oil and slowly add the water as it's mixing on the slowest setting, then let it run for ten minutes. 

This is where the problem occurred.  The dough was about three-and-a-half cups of flour, and 420ml of water.  Now, I'm still a novice baker, but that amount of water got my spider-senses twitching.  I added about 370ml in the end and that was still too much - a pizza dough should be a lot looser than your average bread dough (and should only get a single prove, to maintain that elasticity), but this was almost runny and difficult as all hell to work with, sticking to everything it came in contact with, including the oiled baking sheet and damp tea towel covering it while it proved (next time I'll use cling-wrap sprayed with oil).

I made the full amount of dough, divvied it up into four roughly equal portions and let it prove for two hours, as per the recipe.  When I came back to it the dough portions had spread back into one homogeneous spread of really sticky dough, and when I tried to cut it apart with my old blunt chef's knife I keep just for working with dough, it stuck to the baking sheet, the knife my fingers and anything else it touched (again).  Eventually I managed to work it on a well-floured board, and eventually my managed to stop laughing.

In spite of this, the dough made one of the best pizza bases I've ever tried.  Next time we make these Ill take a photo and post it.  Lamb and cinnamon are magic when combined, and the tomato topping on the base actually added to the overall taste rather than fighting with the other flavours.  Definitely a recipe for the repertoire.

Random musing: the Primacy of Print

Today sees the release of Shit My Dad Says, a book by Justin Halpern.  Justin maintains the incredibly funny and honest @shitmydadsays Twitter feed, which is, as the name would suggest, comprised solely of quipps and quotes from his father. It's one of my favourite Twitter feeds.  I can't wait to read the book and I wish Justin the best of luck with it (not that he needs any), but it did get me thinking. 

All the pundits talk about the end of the book as a dead-tree artifact; Jock Given reviewed two books on the subject just recently (the irony of publishing hardcopy books about the "death" of hardcopy books seems to be lost in the hyperbole).  But the fact remains, ever since Julie Powell hit paydirt with an offer from a serious publisher to convert her Julie/Julia Project into a book (and, since then, a movie deal), the dead-tree artifact has become the holy grail for bloggers.  Many people now start blogging with the expressed intention of nailing a book deal (presumably without all that pesky "actually writing a book" and "shlepping it from agent to agent, publisher to publisher in the hopes of getting a nibble").

I'm not climbing to the summit of the moral ground hear; I'd do any number of unsavoury things to get a book deal.  It's just that, well, aren't books the thing we're supposed to be getting away from by embracing electronic media and providing free entertainment for the future millions of ereader and iPad users?

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On a related note, I'd just like to give a shout-out to one of my favourite "useful" bloggers, Jen Mayer of 24 Boxes fame.  Jen has a recipe book out, which you can order here.  I have to confess that I haven't read the book, but if it's as good as the recipes she's posted over the last couple of years I've been following her, than it'll be work the exorbident freight costs from the US.

Friday, June 4, 2010

Haiku Status Update - 4 June 2010

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Tired. Exhausted.
Beat. Zonked. Whacked - done - spent. Rooted
And falling asleep.
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I'm glad this week is over.  However much you enjoy a job, sometimes it's a struggle against other people and your own inertia.  Like any job I guess.

Ricotta and spinach crepes for dinner tonight (Jess does a variation on this theme, but if you prefer a Northern Italian style, Ashley from A Year in the Kitchen  does a nice white-sauce version).  Syrian-style minced lamb pizza tomorrow night.  We're rediscovering the joy of cooking.

I feel exhausted.  Going to bed soon.  Dishes first - hate waking up to a sink full of dirty dishes.  Haircut tomorrow morning.  It's all such a rich tapestry.  I don't know how I'm not giddy with excitement.

Oh, that's right - I feel exhausted.
 

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Haiku News - SCI-KU @ the Science Exchange

Here in Adelade the elegant old redbrick Stock Exchange building has been converted into a place where science and society can meet.  The Science Exchange houses the Australian chapter of the Royal Society, and hosts lectures, debates, and other fun stuff throughout the year.

Right now the good folks at the RiAus, in conjunction with Friendly Street Poets, are running a Sci-Ku competition.  Write a science-themed haiku and win a prize.  Is it really that easy?  Of course not.  Do you know how hard it can be to write those things?

Status Update - 3 June 2010

Banging my head against the ABS website.  It feels so good when I stop.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Haiku Status Update - 1 June 2010

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"Why did the chicken
Choose to cross the road?" he asked.
"To die.  In the rain."
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A dumb poem built around a dumb joke. but there's an element of truth to it.  I'm close to half-way through A Farewell to Arms, by the legendary, Nobel prize-winning  Ernest Hemingway.  Legendary because of what he did as much as what he wrote.  The book is, in part, based on his own experiences on the Italian Front in the First World War, or the Great War, as it came to be known as the dust settled.

Straining to see the text through contemporaneous eyes, I can see what an impact it might have had - there's a raw, visceral quality that comes through with the stark, banal imagery and the drawing of the readers attention to little, inconsequential, irrelevant details. It must have been a departure for most readers.  The books's treatment of sex, also, is a long way from the confronting language of Henry Miller, but it is quite up-front about the subject and the sensations and emotions it elicits, while all the time avoiding the kind of language that got Ulysses burnt on the New York docks.

Still, in nearly every line, there's a sense of contrivance that I can't shake, no matter how I try to let myself be immersed in the story.  In A Movable Feast, Hemingway talked about how he would write.  When he started a story, he would write a paragraph.  Then he would look for the best, most honest sentence in the paragraph, put a new sheet of paper in his typewriter, and start again with that sentence. 

A Farewell to Arms reads like he did that with every line.  It comes out most in the dialogue.  In trying to capture the broken cadence and repetition in real speech, his dialogue comes across as forced, like a Persian rugmaker weaving imperfection into his product as to not offend God, only without the humility.  It's a shame that such a compelling, human story is - for me at least - reads like an overkneaded dough.  It's a shame Hemingway didn't have anyone to save him from himself.

Monday, May 31, 2010

Haiku Status Uptade - 31 May 2010

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windy street corner -
angry old woman cursing
the passing of youth
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I actually wrote this a number of years ago, but the inclement weather we've beeen experiencing brought it to mind.  A couple of days ago the wind was so bad that the rain blew in underneath your umbrella no matter which way you held it.  At an intersection I saw an old woman struggling with her own shelter - one of those ones that fold up to a size that will fit in a handbag, trying to not let it blow inside out.  This was when a car drove passed and spashed a little water toward her.  I don't think the splash reached her, but I could faintly hear the stream of obscentities she hurled after the offending Mitsubishi. 

It made me grateful I didn't have to cross to her side of the road.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Haiku Status Update - 30 May 2010

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A weekend closes
Another week opens. That's
What it's all about.
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Well, it's Sunday night.  I have work shirts to iron (I'm taking a few minutes out from that to write this), lunch to prepare.  Booking details to look up (for a couple of days in Melbourne in a few months). 

Slowly plowing through A Farewell to Arms (home) and The Golden Compass (travel).  My to-read pile is growing taller.  I have Generation A by Douglas Coupland to go on with next, as well as the second and third volumes of Philip Pullman's His Dark Materials trilogy, The Subtle Knife and The Amber Spyglass (all three in really nice Knopf paperback editions), and The Protector's War, the second volume in S.M. Stirling's adictive alternate future series, The Change (the first novel, Dies the Fire, I devoured in about a week-and-a-half - I'm not a particularly fast reader), as well as a mountain of RPG books.  I need to defrag my week to get more reading time, otherwise I'll never catch up.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Haiku Status Update - 29 May 2010

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The sky is crying
The streets are full of tears
(Thank you, Mark Knopfler)
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No really, it's coming down pretty heavily, on and off.  What really annoys me is we don't see to get intermediate seasons anymore.  It just goes straight from 28°C late-summer sunshine weather to misirable damp 12°-tops rainy afternoons in the space of ten or twelve days. 

I miss the blowy, leaf-churning autumnal afternoons with shafts of brilliant sunshine piercing the high clouds, turning everything from rust and grey to gold.  I miss seeing the slow transition play out from winter coats and long boots to to sun-dresses and sandals.

But I think I miss the food most of all.  It's been so long since we had a true Autumn or Spring in Adelaide that I can't even rem,eber what we used to eat in the months between soup- and salad-weather.  But I'm sure it was delicious.
   

Friday, May 28, 2010

Tanka Status Update - 28 May 2010

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Work-week behind me,
Weekend afore. Potential
For relaxation -
High. But but likelihood higher
For cleaning, gardening... work.
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Thursday, May 27, 2010

Just so you know...

... I will be updating (i.e. taking down the old stuff and starting new posts) my Moby and Me project in a couple of weeks, I hope. I'm currently pressing through A Farewell to Arms, and it's rewarding, but it's a slog. When I'm done with that I'll start reading/posting to Moby and Me again.

Also I will be putting new and interesting content links up on THE CONVERSATION, and maybe lifting some stuff off the old Ning forum before it gets taken down. Be patient, children. Good things come to those who wait.

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Monday, May 24, 2010

Haiku Status Update - 24 May 2010

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It's raining again.
Why do observations always
Sound like pop lyrics?
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Sunday, May 23, 2010

Haiku Status Update - 23 May 2010


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Worked through the weekend,
Then got drunk in memory
Of Oliver Reed.
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It's a long story, but once a year a bunch of us get together for a meal and some heavy drinking to honour the passing of the truly exceptional actor, Oliver Reed.  So it's fitting that it's mostly about the heavy drinking.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Game night

Wednesday nights are Game Night. This is the night of the week I get to stop being me for a couple of hours and usually pretend to be somebody or something else (like "successful"). That's right, I'm talking about Role-Playing Games, those much maligned time-vacuums that conservative parents assume are going to turn their offspring to witchcraft and devil worship. (Much in the same way, one assumes, that participation in team sports and their attendant communal showers are going to "turn" all comers down the road to homosexuality - seriously, I wouldn't want to dance around a fire naked with ANYONE I've ever sat at the gaming table with, no exceptions).

Let me say at the outset that what I engage in is "pencil and paper" or "tabletop" RPGs. I have never LARPed, although I don't stand in judgement over those who do (I just think some of them should shower occasionally; and while we're on it, if you can manage to stay in character for the whole time you'll start to gain the same credibility as historical reenacters), and while I've tried playing electronic RPGs and MMORPGs, I enjoy the interaction and meta-gaming that you get with a group of witty and like-minded individuals, all inhabiting the same imaginary construct.

A lot of non-gamers - at least the ones who don't try to call my sexuality at the first mention of RPGs (hey, I'm not the one taking showers with the team here) or try to explain to me why my recreational activity choice is an abomination against God - ask me what's involved and what I get out of it. Some can't understand why I like playing "kids' games". When I quiz them, their own experience of games is usually limited to Monopoly, Pictionary, Cluedo or something along those lines. That's like asking what's the big deal with making Wimbledon considering you've played some handball in your lunch hour and it doesn't seem that challenging.

I think a lot of people don't "get" gaming (whether it be tabletop gaming, LARPing, online gaming or wargaming) because it is so far outside of their own experience that they can't imagine it being a pursuit for normal people. And it's true, some gamers are a little socially inept. So are some coin-collectors or professional sportspeople or accountants. Most, however, are regular folks who work straight jobs and have families and live in houses instead of tipis or geodesic domes. I've been in games with students, book editors, engineers, computer programmers, scientists, warehouse managers, pilots, project managers, writers and cooks.

I can't speak for the whole hobby, but I think that the point of commonality between myself and the other gamers I've sat at the table with is that, to a greater or lesser degree, we are all frustrated actors. Because role-playing games are all about taking on a role, i.e. a persona that may or may not exhibit similar traits to you, but isn't you, and acting out their actions in a described situation (usually one involving some kind of conflict, like chasing Nazis through 1930s Europe or piloting a tramp trader spaceship into an unknown solar system, or fighting a DRAGON in a DUNGEON. It's an escape from the mundane, and a chance to exercise your imagination. It's a pastime for the thoughtful (someone once quipped that "Fantasy Football is Dungeons & Dragons for people who, in High School, used to beat up the kids that played Dungeons & Dragons").

Playing a role-playing game gives you a chance to step outside of yourself. To react to a hypothetical situation in a way you yourself may not, and to explore the possible consequences. It gives you a chance to learn a little about yourself. And to kill orcs. I mean, what could be healthier than that?

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Haiku Status Update - 18 May 2010

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Feeling hard today;
An insensitive anvil
Under the hammer
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Friday, May 14, 2010

The Place-Holder

Hi. If you're reading this, I am dead. No, just kidding. If you're reading this, it means you can read, and it probably means you've got nothing better to do. Or maybe you're avoiding the housework. Like me. I was half-way through the washing up, and thought, "Hey, why don't I start another blog. Right now!"

The reason for this is I'm actually going to start withdrawing from my hereto reasonably active electronic life. In a couple of weeks I'll be shutting down my FaceBook profile (or at least minimising it - haven't quite decided yet, but I'm lening toward the cold turkey approach), and similarly in a couple of weeks Ning is going to dstart charging for service. I co-edit a fledgling discussion group called The Conversation on Ning, which began here as a weblog on Blogger. Now I'm going to be bringing it back home.

I have my reasons for this withdrawl, and later on I'll probably go into some of them. Now, while I'm abandoning the social part of the social web, I don't want to abanndon the good folk I've met over the years. This blog will be for them. If anyone is truly interested in what I've got to say, they can come here, leave me comments, check out the other blogs, and generally have a good time with as much or as litttle of online me as they like.

As I said, I'm going to reintroduce The Conversation as a blog. I'm also going to try to revive another blog project, Moby and Me. Moby and Me was a twice failed project involving me reading Moby Dick and recording my thoughts about what I read on a chapter-by-chapter basis. It was doomed to fail (twice) because I don't think I approached it with the right level of irreverance. I was an English major of the "close reading"tradition, and Moby Dick is a book that begs the reader to have fun with it (besides, I'm not an academic - if I'm not getting paid for it, why should I be thinking so hard?). Third time's a charm, right?

So this is a palce-holder and declaration of intent. The good folks at Google are willing to let me do this for free, for which I'm very grateful. Keep an eye out for more content on all three blogs, and in the mean time, take care, pat a dog or cat or rabbit or something, email someone you haven't said "Hi" to in a while, and generally try conecting with someone in a more meaningful way then "poking" or giving their status-update a thumbs up.

Now, back to the dirty dishes.