I woke up early today and decided to use the time to sort through some of my old stories and update my story idea journal. I’m a bit frustrated with the direction the current story headed, and I wanted to go through what I already had, and what ideas I had, and possibly start on something with more promise. Imagine my surprise this morning when I stumbled across a story I had forgotten about. Shaken, Not Stirred. It’s a short little science fiction tale, first draft quality, but may be worth revisiting. At one point I had started to rewrite it, but it fell to the wayside and I forgot about it. I have a few stories in need of revision before I start submitting them, and a handful of ideas to explore in new stories. Either way, it feels good to shift attention to something a little different. The current WIP is feeling quite stale and clichè
Riding the wave
Quite a bit has been going on lately. Enough to keep me from updating this. Life comes in waves. At the crest we are so consumed with activity that we can barely acknowledge things that we would otherwise like to. At the trough we are in such a lull that, while there is so much we could do, we waste that time trying to decide what to do. The trick with riding any wave, though, is to stay as close to center as you can. But fall off this wave, and there’s no getting on another (unless you think about it from the meta-physical sense).
To begin my tale of woe, I have to report that work is getting busy again. Despite my saying that I was going to cut back on the contract work, I’ve been flooded with bug fixes and feature enhancements from one particular client this last two weeks. I’ve managed to close out the largest of them, but I’m still looking at several days work before that’s off my plate again. I then have a second project that I’m supposed to help estimate and split up the work on, but it’s desperately lacking fully-defined requirements, so any estimate I could give would vary wildly based on what they really need. And finally I got a lead on a fun little contract. It’s a difficult task of image processing/filtering and optical character recognition (ocr), but right up my alley. If that one comes though, that’ll be another few weeks of work. All of this, and Ditto is getting busy. We’re still planning to move the office, and working through the paperwork and red tape to move five T1 lines. There are several new projects coming up that are going to take some time and they keep hinting at wanting us to work ten-hour days.
Another Semi-Os meeting this week, and I still don’t have my story, Temperament, cleaned up enough to submit it. I finished the first draft what seems like months ago, and I’m slowly working through it, rewriting and editing. Once I do manage to finish this draft and submit it, I am going to go back to an earlier story I submitted to group, make one more pass and clean it up, and then send it out. Once these two fantasy stories are out of the way, I’m going to spend some time on more modern, speculative stories. I’ve been reading some different styles of writing lately, most notably some of William Gibson’s books and Neil Gaiman’s
American Gods. I had so much fun with the Jambalaya story that I want to experiment some fantasy and science fiction in a much more modern setting.
Spring is slowly beginning to show itself. Sunrise was at 6:11 a.m. this morning and my previous pattern of waking with the sun is holding true. As soon as the sky lightens up my body starts to wake me up. This morning it was 5:55 am, and that will only get earlier as the new season takes hold. I’m trying to take advantage of the extra time in the morning to write. If I can work for an hour in the wee hours of the morning, and another at lunch, then I should be on a good pace again.
In the end, there is no one to blame for my lack of time but myself. Like the surfer riding a wave, we each must take hold of the reigns and ride life to its fullest.
TMA: Too Many Acronyms
As a software developer, using acronyms is like breathing. You just do it. Eventually, you don’t even think about it. Sometimes the acronym assumes a life of its own. These special acronyms are elevated to the status of buzz words, even though they really aren’t words.
I’m working on my next article for Ars Technica, an XML primer. XML is one of those special acronyms, recognized by many but understood by few. As a buzz word, it is thrown around almost casually, as sort of a badge that says “See? I fit in, too”.
Hurling buzzwords is also geek meeting ritual, used to establish one’s position and rank. Entire conversations can be carried on without breaking a sweat.
Person 1: WTF?
Person 2: RTFM, n00b.
Person 1: STFU.
Of course, this is an extreme that usually only takes place in the ether of the Internet. Across IRC and IM (two more legendary acronyms), exchanges such as the above. This has also led to the phenomenon of this “Internet Speak” protruding beyond the digital divide.
XML, HTML, SQL, IRC, IIRC, WTF, AIM, IM, RPC, OOP, WTF, RTFM. The list is endless and evergrowing. We constantly change technology to improve our lives, but at the same time technology is changing us.
Tangent
I’ve been trying out a plugin for MoveableType called Tangent for a while now. I’m really quite fond of it. I do need to adjust the settings a little to reduce the frequency of links, but that’s under my control.
I just installed the latest beta of it, so again, please let me know if you have any problems with it. I think it’s a neat way of interconnecting interesting people, and I’ll stay with it as long as I can.
Quick update
I’ve been really busy the last week or so and haven’t been as diligent in updating this as I should. I’m going to just braindump a bit to get it out of my system.
Ditto has been keeping me fairly busy. We’re preparing to move into a new office. We’ll be in the same building, in a much bigger and nicer office. The task of coordinating the transition of the T1 lines, network, hardware, air conditioning and electricity for the server room. To top it off, I had to rush into work Saturday morning for a minor emergency. Luckily it turned out to be something simple.
I’m disappointed in myself. I have been working on Temperament for two months now, and I’m still working on cleaning up the first draft enough to submit to the group. I’ve got a clear idea of what I need to do to finish it, I just neeed to make the time.
I’m now writing regularly for Ars Technica. I’ve been doing the occasional review or news post, and I’ll now be doing some feature articles. I’m aiming to finish one article per month. I’ll be writing on a variety of technical articles, which will be right up my alley.
I often get distracted while writing on my primary laptop. It’s the same machine I use for work, and the availablity of my development tools, games, and email tend to have a negative effect on my word count. To that end, I picked up a shiny new iBook today. It’s ultra-portable and light, weighing in at 4.7 pounds. It has a five-hour battery life, perfect for escaping to some dark corner to write in solitude. I got a nice discount on a copy of Office X with it, so I’m totally set to write without distractions. I’m quite excited about it.
Busy boy
I’ve been fairly busy the last few days and haven’t done a good job of keeping things updated. I’ve updated the site to the latest version of MoveableType, and I’m working on a new bookmark site that I think will be fun (as well as an easier way for me to sort out my bookmarks).
I’ve been spending quite a bit of time working on Project Orca, one of my pet projects. I’ve got a seperate development blog to keep track of the development efforts there, and for my side business.
I am managing to get some writing done, despite all of the work. I’ve been posting news to Ars Technica, where I’m now a staff writer of sorts, posting news as regularly as I can and working on some new articles.
As busy as it is, I can’t complain.
Dr. Seuss Explains Why Computers Crash
If a packet hits a pocket on a socket on a port,
And the bus is interrupted as a very last resort,
And the address of the memory makes your floppy disk abort,
Then the socket packet has an error to report.
If your cursor finds a menu item followed by a dash,
And the double-clicking icon puts your window in the trash,
And your data is corrupted because the index doesn’t hash,
The your situation’s hopeless and your system’s gonna crash!
If the label on the cable on the table at your house,
Says the network is connected to the button on your mouse,
But your packet wants to tunnel onto another protocol,
That’s repeatedly rejected by the printer down the hall,
And your screen is all distorted by the side effect of gauss,
So your icons in the window are as wavy as a souse,
Then you may as well reboot and go out with a bang,
Cause as sure as I’m a poet, the program’s gonna hang!
When the copy of your floppy’s getting sloppy on the disk,
And the microcode instructions cause unnecessary risk,
Then you’ll have to flash your memory, and you’ll want to RAM your ROM,
Quickly turn off the computer and be sure to tell your mom!
(Sent to me via email)
And the results are in…
Trey picked a winner in his Jambalaya challenge. My entry didn’t win, but I did get the Under-the-Wire Award. I managed to get it to Trey with less then two hours before the deadline.
Congratulations to the winner, Jon, and to the other participants, Melanie, Pam, Rabe, and Gail.
I know I’ve said it before, but I had a blast doing this contest. I hope Trey decides to do it again in the future.
lapsus memoriae (a slip of the memory)
I’ve always been facinated with stories involving false or questionable memories. Movies like Total Recall and Memento used memory as a critical element of their story lines. That’s why I found this article on CNN.com so interesting.
Researchers found that planting false memories, in this case hugging Bugs Bunny on a vacation to Disneyland, was much easier than expected.
More than a third of subjects in the study recalled that theme-park moment — impossible because Bugs is not a Disney character — after a researcher planted the false memory.
The report goes on to say how easy it can be to plant false memories in a subject. Using tactile senses such as touch, taste, sound and smell are the key. Aside from the facinating stories that can come from this are the real life implications. For years police departments have been scandalized about false confessions. Could it be that in some cases the interviewer unwittingly planted a false memory in a suspect? No one knows for sure, but the possibilities are a little frightening
Jambalaya
As I’ve mentioned before, I decided to take Trey’s latest writing challenge, Jambalaya. The concept was a simple: write a story no more than 756 words that includes shredded money, chocolate with large teeth marks, and some kind of connection between the Amish and Chinese Jambalaya.
I’m happy to say that I finished the challenge and just in the nick of time, too. I emailed my story to Trey less than an hour ago, barely two hours before the deadline. I wouldn’t call it my finest piece, but it was definitely an interesting exercise. I found myself more than three hundred words over the limit and had to do some chopping. My previous stories have been more sparse, and I’ve had to go back and fill in the gaps.
It’s short and rough, but since it’s not something I intend to try publishing, I’ve posted it here for whoever wants to read it.
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