Steps at a Time

It is perhaps not surprising that now that work is starting to settle into a routine, I’m suddenly finding time to write on the blog again. It’s not that I’m slacking off at work, per se, so much as there is down time where I still need to be at or near my computer — so why not write? Ten minutes here, five minutes there, and next thing you know, there’s a post. I’m not going to hold by breath that things will always work out that way, but it is nice to have a moment to breathe, and to use my brain for my own purposes.

“I learned when I was young that the only true life I had was the life of my brain. But if it’s true the only real life I have is the life of my brain, what sense does it make to hand that brain to somebody for eight hours a day for their particular use on the presumption that at the end of the day they will give it back in an unmutilated condition?” Fry Pan Jack, via Utah Philips

Definitely a sentiment that I can get behind — I get home more often than not wanting to just hide out, and the idea of working on any of the projects that I have on my plate seems actively repugnant. There’s only so long, however, that you can put up with that before you suffer a soul-death. We are not automata, we are humans. We have dreams and aspirations and goals and desires, and falling into the rigidity and rote of corporatism is inherently inimical to those emotional and intellectual needs. I mean, hey, maybe you dream of spending most of your waking hours in a cubicle, doing work you aren’t appreciated for. I’m not judging. I know it isn’t what I dream of, though, nor anyone I’ve asked.

It’s that drive to survive (in the true sense, not the literal sense) that spawns office haiku, an overdeveloped affection for coffee, and reams upon reams of internet cruft. Where do you think memes get their momentum? Bored employees and students, people who technically should be working on something else, but have hit their limit, and needed to look at or think about anything else for at least a little bit. The more random, idiotic, or inane the better. We’re looking for some spark of the personal to feed our soul. That’s my observation, anyway, anecdotal as it may be.

If You See Something…

Generally speaking, I’m not very political. But the current “If you see something, say something” Homeland Security campaign creeps me the hell out. I can’t help but think about the old Soviet and eastern bloc informant system, which was pretty heinously evil.

As a social phenomenon anonymous letters were a frequent occurrence in the USSR during the period of mass political terror. These were the years when physical destruction of the opposition and prosecutions of “enemies of the people” helped Stalin consolidate his dictatorship. Bloody “purges” accompanied by constant appeals for “vigilance” and the eradication of complacency in the struggle against wreckers (saboteurs), spies, and “internal” counterrevolution created through the entire country an atmosphere of mistrust and suspicion. Many Soviet Citizens in constant turmoil over the threat to their freedom and their lives, turned to informing as a means of self-preservation by proving their “reliability.” They were no more amoral in their attitude toward society than society was toward them. Informing was then extolled as a “moral duty” of the Soviet ctiizen.

Anonymous letters were written not only by those who retained their belief in the rectitude and infallibility of communist ideals but also by those who, by victimizing as many others as possible, hoped to stay safe; and by those who were seeking revenge against personal enemies among their acquaintances and colleagues. Zemtsov, Ilya. Encyclopedia of Soviet Life, pp13-14.

Paradise Circus

I’ve had the opening to Paradise Circus by Massive Attack stuck in my head as I woke up the past few days. It’s a nice opening, but I’m wondering why it’s been a recurring thing.

And here’s just the song for those who want to hear it but are bothered by or not able to view the video:

The NSFW video is behind the break. (It auto-plays.)
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Spectacular

First: I hope my roommate Jessie has a fabulous birthday today. She’s rad; an excellent musician, artist, and friend. If you get a chance, you should swing by her site and check out her work.

Second: as some folks noticed, there were some encoding mixups on Critical Games following a database upgrade… mostly involving me forgetting to zap smart quotes into something encoding-friendly. This has now been corrected. I did it manually, so I may have missed a few — if you are reading through archives and notice any more quirky symbols or empty squares, et cetera, let me know so I can fix it.

Third: World of Warcraft‘s new expansion, Cataclysm, comes/came out today. I’m back to playing the WoW, but I’ve not picked it up (yet)… I’d really like to, as I think Worgen sounds neat, but it’s going to have to wait a little bit. That said, if you play and happen to swing onto Bloodhoof, feel free to say “Hi” (my main is Nadreck).

Running Silent

I’m still here. Kinda.

I’ve been writing this blog since 2002, through a heck of a lot of changes in my life. The exact purpose of the blog has variety wildly over time, ranging from a personal blog to a writing exercise, to a linkblog, to a review site. Sometimes I post to it a lot, or like right now, this will be the third post of the year. The only thing that has been consistent about it is its purpose: the blog is an exploratory heuristic — it is an experiential tool to gain a better understanding of… well, whatever I need at the time. Sometimes it’s myself, sometimes it’s something marginally less selfish, like reviewing music, or discussing free speech, or sharing posts and videos that are themselves an experience (emotional, intellectual, whatever). This year, what I needed was to hide out. I didn’t realize it at first — I made grand goals of posting regularly, and of shifting the content to something more generally useful. But y’know what? Meh. There are other avenues for that that I already have set up (and can set up more, easily, if I decide I need to). This is, ultimately, my personal blog. That doesn’t mean it won’t occasionally have actually useful content, but more often than not, I expect it will continue to be a sketch of a human being. Hopefully an insightful one.

It’s reaching the end of the year, so for those who don’t read my Twitter or talk to me otherwise, let me catch folks up real quick:

  • I’ve been unemployed, barring some freelancing, for a while. This has finally (finally!) changed, first with working for Cirque Du Soleil while they were in Portland this spring, and more recently, back in the saddle doing QA/Testing work.
  • I was T-boned by a hit-and-run back in July, and because of lack of funds, I didn’t have collision insurance on my car. Still trying to raise funds to fix it, since all the reasonably reviewed collision repair places want payment in full.
  • I’m still living in Portland, OR. I still love it here. I’m still dating Jessica. Things on that front are still good.
  • I got into grad school at University of Denver, specifically their Digital Media Studies program, which sounds like a pretty great fit. Because of the car accident, though, I’ve deferred for a year, and will reassess what my situation is as next year approaches. The crushing student debt involved isn’t exactly enticing, even though the program sounds great.

Yeah, that’s the big stuff. Other than that, I’ve been largely laying low for the past while. I’ve not been to many meetings, conferences, unconferences, groups, et cetera — while there is interest, either the timing, or finances, or social energy, or some combination therein has been discouraging going out. I’ve been adjusting to working in an office again, surrounded by people for 8 hours a day (and then dealing with the commute), and so generally by the weekend, all I want to do is hide in my cave and read, or play video games, or watch cartoons, just in general things involving being left alone. I know that’s not sustainable (or at least not wise to do so), nor do I want to remain a hermit. Regardless, it’s how I’ve felt lately.

Happy 2010

New Year, new site design. One of my resolutions this year is to set a design that works and then don’t mess with it for a year (barring bug fixes and the like), ostensibly so I focus on producing content. It’s a good goal, and I think it’s reasonable. My intent is to take the next little while to get a few things in order, and then brush the rust off my blogging.

In the meantime, go play some meta games (specifically, games that are aware they are games and largely exist to poke fun at common game design tropes):

Squam 2009

We’re now in the last day at Squam Lake, where we’ve been spending a week at the lake house. It’s been a good and relaxing trip, though not as productive a one as I might have liked. I’ve begun collecting a public calendar of gaming related conferences (industry events, not fan events), partially because I’m sick of finding out about these things after it’s too late to try and go to any of them. I’m hoping to continue to flesh it out as time progresses and more conferences announce their 2010 dates (very surprised to see how few had announced dates, or if they had, hid that information away, rather than displaying it as prominently as possible — as someone who has been involved in event planning, this seems like an incredibly poor idea).

While I’ve been enjoying myself, I’m also looking forward to getting back to Portland.