Screaming at the Deaf

Another missile into the night.

Fri, 11 Sep 2009 22:43:54 GMT

Well well. I never write in this thing anymore. The students are back at work, and the T, and the street, and Boston in General. No more leisurely bus rides to and from work, plus the edge of town I live in buses high school kids on mass transit. I like kids, I don't like assholes, in high school I am sure I was a bit of both, damned ass-kids. I've been planning a trip to Honduras for January, military coups notwithstanding. Frankly they can violate the hell out of their populaces rights as long as I get to swim with some damned dolphins. Also there is some crazy american down there who built his own sub (without an engineering degree mind you) and gives tours to 10,000 feet. No one gets that far down unless they have a navy badge or happen to be a very dense robot. The Third world is going to be a fun place to visit.

I have returned

Thu, 11 Jun 2009 12:48:28 GMT

Well where the fuck has Jesse been, seriously, bitch never calls or writes or anything. I'm finally in the last week of "Pirates". Come monday I finish work while the sun is still up and I get to sleep the same hours as the beautiful I girl I live with before she forgets what I look like and starts asking me for ID to get in to the house. All I seem to want to do these days is write either game world constructs or prose poetry. Work is officially boring, rehearsed fantasy is good once, maybe as many as five times, not a month. That is all really.

Charachaiku.

Tue, 17 Feb 2009 01:38:06 GMT

I robbed this from the affable robdamnit :

Write five Haiku, each for a different character of yours.
Then, write three for other people's characters.
Finish it off with one for yourself.

Whisper Reichson:
Treading darkened wind
The Colonel's Lost Boy burns ties
waiting for the cage

Brother Sand:
Three names make a man
A swollen bag wools the eyes
Judging all the way

Queer Johnny:
Fury under May
Last of fallen Seraphim
Collected like Cards

Samo Bito:
Steering up the Black
Running at the Space Wolf Pack
Squids behind his back

Caleb Ballam:
Leopard of the past
Caste Lord of the Barrio
Divinity Free

Jenny Hatch:
Talking to the Mist
She listens to the Whisper
Waiting for the grade

Jason:
Misbegotten Son
Whose electric overlook
Sees the fear of five

Me:
The metal sings hard
The Panels sing the loudest
I don't sing at all

Sunrise Gibson:

A long weekend

Mon, 16 Feb 2009 16:46:49 GMT

It's been a busy weekend. All two and a half days do far. Saturday was gathering D's Mom from South station and then going to an exhibit at BrickBottom Studios, one of the many little artist community buildings/galleries in the Cambridge Somerville area. Sunday was a trip to Providence, and today is Sushi and Bugs Bunny at the Brattle. Asahi I highly recommend, it is the best Sushi I've ever had, not that I'm a connoisseur, just a guy with a tongue. I hope that all this day off hooplah doesn't go to your heads, I've got ten hour days coming until Friday to make up for it. Of course first we have to disassemble the fumitorium at work and hope it killed all the metric insects that are not compatible with the lush Boston Ecosystem.

Russian History

Sun, 01 Feb 2009 19:35:28 GMT

While we all know I barely use this I try to find something worthwhile to share when I do. AFter picking through my friends page I have found this Russian photographer who has taken old WW II era photos, reshot from the same perspective and then edited them together.It gives me ideas for a Role playing scenario I run with Psychic Federal Agents. Here is the site for the pictures, be warned the whole thing is in Russian.

Surviving a Zombie Apocolypse

Tue, 13 Jan 2009 02:14:39 GMT

Well the olde timey skills meme is moving about with the "in case of hordes of braineating undead" addendum. Here I go.

- Making fire with a match, even if it's damp out
- Building temporary shelters from stuff in the woods
- Framing carpentry
- Canoeing/Rowing
- Open fire cooking
- Manufacture of trees into firewood (with an Axe)
- Water Purification (okay so you boil it but it counts)
- Breadmaking
- Chicken and Pig Farming
- Orienteering with a map and compass
- Understanding of multiple knots
- Bleeding Control (since first aid isn't very old timey)
- Archery (assuming you wnat me to shoot a barn)
- Fletching arrows
- Composting for the garden
- Vegetable Gardening
- Swimming and Lifesaving
- Fishing (I can put a hook on a rope and wait with the best of them)
- Sailing
- Basic, very basic, sewing
- Last but not least, I can READ. If you make a book I can follow it's directions

Nonolde timey but very useful come zombie time, I am a welder. I can put HUGE FUCKING SPIKES on the hood of your car.

New Machines

Sun, 07 Dec 2008 20:06:57 GMT

Oh the fuckery of new machines. All I want is a laptop that does what I tell it without getting snippy back. Fuckery. The Bonsai Machine, as we call it refuses to be psychic and jsut give me what I want the way I think it should go. I take an icon sized picture and ask it to be an Icon. NO. I admit that this is the first PC I've ever been able to really customize, my old customizing skills are for macs. Customizing skills be cut and paste what I want where I want, is that so hard. Fuckery

thank you notes

Tue, 11 Nov 2008 22:45:35 GMT

So this pretty much sums up how I feel about the Electoral College Results of late. I have not taken so deep a breath in Nine years, Nine as when I did a week ago. Thank you all very much.

Fri, 24 Oct 2008 19:55:36 GMT

I am Mother fucking vindicated for years of this song.

Monster

Wed, 27 Aug 2008 11:25:00 GMT

So of all the mature things I've done, avoiding an ex's father at the grocery store is far from any of them. Do I think he recognized me, maybe, I do have six inches of mustache to hide behind. Mostly I'm bothered by the need I had to hide. I avoid conflict like it's my job, but yesterday felt more like hiding from a monster. I know it's a monster that lives in my head, but still. I used to be a bit more outgoing and generally foolish enough to have no fear of social embarrassment and pain. Stupid awareness of mortality.

Heros

Thu, 31 Jul 2008 01:44:01 GMT

Okay, so I found this poking around and it's great. I am a little miffed there is no Fiddle Hero, but what can I do apparently the Devil never went down to this web site. Okay so apparently that has turned in selfish promotion of things that I think rule. I first saw the previous Primus video at the Spike and Mike's Sick and Twisted Animation Festival. I discovered later that the the short "Rejected" was done by a friend of someone at work, I feel very Kevin Bacony right now. I've stolen from this clip in other live-journal posts for a fantastical world of Super Hero's I Role-play in. That is all.

Seti

Tue, 29 Jul 2008 01:44:55 GMT

So now we have the internet coming directly into our house ( you are welcome FBI). I should be a little more reliable in posting the next few years, but we'll see. I can be pretty flaky. In totally unrelated news I've found myself doing research on SETI. (Ahem) After a short pause for Makey-outy time. Right Seti. I love the idea, I love that we actually think we can find intelligent life somewhere else in the Universe. Frankly we are looking for intelligent life somewhere else in the galaxy, but why pick nits. Based on my years and years of study of planetology and radio telescopes I feel rather underqualified to say this: We will have no idea what to do when and if something pokes it's language (because why should whatever they are have heads) out of the stars and says "Hi". We suddenly stop being the Lords of all we survey and some asswipe head of state (ours if it happens in the next fifteen weeks or so) will just fucking shoot at it and there no hillbilly in a biplane will be able to save us. That is all.

Dead Television

Tue, 24 Jun 2008 16:41:47 GMT

So George Carlin has passed and despite no one being able to mention him without referring to Shit, Piss, Fuck, Cunt, Motherfucker, Cocksucker and Tits he was a great observer and artist. Whenever I have listened to him I find myself looking around at the world with fresh, skeptical eyes. Digital television weirds me out because we are forced to change over or go without that source of media. thankfully PBS is way ahead of the game on that and already in compliance. I just feel vauglly robbed be having to either buy a new TV or a weird little box. Television is supposed to be like radio, free. Sure, in five years it won't matter and when I'm old I'll tell my kids about rabbit ears on the TV and they'll think I'm an antiquated fogey. Well, new is good, unless it's just for newness sake than it's just trendy bull crap. For me, digital television is just another reason to keep people indoors and separate rather than go outside and see the world the way it really is.

The Job

Wed, 21 May 2008 19:40:31 GMT

The job continues at a beggars pace i.e. waiting and waiting for some kind of reward to materialize. We have two more days left and i can't wait to be out of here for three weeks. I'm just tired and finally realized how busy my day to day schedule is now that I'm trying to do anything additional. If I can't fit it in Monday I've got to stay up late, skip something or wait till Friday. Dancing and Gaming, I may be the most social nerd In know. Okay, that's a lie but I feel very ADULT busy, not juvenile fun busy. Oh well, you grow up, you get a relationship you adore and an 11 and 3/4 month old beard and there you have a pile of busy. I guess that's all from here, just trying to keep this little island of ranting afloat.

What, he uses this thing.

Thu, 14 Feb 2008 12:28:19 GMT

Well, I know I've been pretty lazy about this recently, let's see if I can't do better this year. The beard is in full swing at month 9 and work is busy enough to keep from being boring. Mostly I have the government and the absolute mandatory changing of the guard we have at hand. Sure we could still have A republican, but not THAT republican (thank you founding fathers and your term limits). I still can't shake something my father said to me a couple weeks ago. The fear that if Obama gets elected he doesn't want to see another president get assassinated in his lifetime. If that doesn't draw a sharp line between generations I'm not sure what else does. The idea that someone would actually shoot a president is not foreign to me; the idea that I might actually see it on live television was outside my imagination until he said that, and it won't leave. AS old as I get I am still young it seems.

Home again.

Sun, 26 Aug 2007 18:35:17 GMT

So I have returned home to Maine for awhile. I drove all the way there alone for the first time in years. It is very boring to drive that far alone. but lo I did arrive in Bangor for the American Folk Festival before heading back the homestead, letting myself in while my parents bought groceries, tipped over a cactus and then locked myself back out of the house trying to bring in dry laundry as a favor to the aforementioned parents. I was off to a good start. Despite the general foolery of the evening I took a nice walk around the property, as is tradition upon returning home, and found that the great golden birch that had always lorded over my back yard was gone after never truly recovering from the Ice Storm of '99. I found it comforting that I missed the tree, it's good to know that three years in Boston hasn't strangled the rural out of me.

The next day brought "the great raising". Using two logs and 12 bricks my father and I lifted the wood shed 10 inches out of the dirt to keep it from rotting, mechanical advantage is the bomb. This is how we solve problems here, with what is at hand. It is one of my favorite lessons from life here: "Use what you have to do what you need." At work I am faced with different problems all the time and I find myself far more likely to look at what is in arms reach to fix the problem than go the twenty feet to the tool room to look for a better designed tool for the job. Years of having only an 8lb gray tool room will do that.

The upshot to all this is that our families teach us all different things. If we are lucky they teach us what they believe to be the most useful way to go about solving problems. Even if they are absent they give us instructions on how to be. I don't know what any of you have learned about how your parents helped make you who you are but I was reminded of a great many valued lessons over the past 36 hours.

Mon, 23 Jul 2007 18:13:03 GMT

Dark Siders Drink, ha ha ha ha ha.

Mon, 23 Jul 2007 17:58:40 GMT

Frank Like little Pete, he skinny Bad Man with no Moral.

Baby Weddings

Sun, 22 Jul 2007 14:35:07 GMT

Well now, absolutely none of you may be wondering where I've been all weekend. I have been back to the homeland. Yes I know last week I was in the homeland, but that was Portland and Chebeague, the "Other state of Maine". Okay so Washington County, where I was This weekend is technically the "Other" state (says augustsnowover my shoulder) but I grew up in a small town on the coast much closer to Washington County than the urban burp that is Portland. augustsnowand I went to a baby shower for her new nephew, three week old little guy, all sleeping and being cute with his little elf ear. I swear that whole famliy is part fairy. After all of that and the morning packing of another car load of augustsnow's life in to her car we set off for Old Town for a wedding of one of her grade school friends. Yeah, so Downeasters know how to have a wedding. Ceremony 20 minutes, drunken dance party reception 5 hours. This extravaganza came complete with a flask wielding bride who quickly placed said engraved flask in her cleavage and sipped from it through a straw for hours. Good Wedding. Yes, she gave flasks as gifts to her bridesmaids. There were some shenanigans afterwards with the after party and people losing keys down the sewer, but that's what makes it memorable. Now we're off to see Jo-Ann and Pink and head on home.

Fri, 29 Jun 2007 20:15:50 GMT

Okay, so I am not as good at links as the rest of the world and anyone who has browsed my friends page has seen this but, holy shit this rules. I want to be this super hero.

Jenny Wrecker.

Something Sedate

Thu, 28 Jun 2007 16:49:13 GMT

Well another month has gone by and Summer is well and truly here. My work for the great Commonwealth of Massachusetts as a Juror has come and gone without incident, nice air conditioned waiting on a record tying high day. I love our legal system. Life in Brighton is getting both busy and easier to work with as patterns are established and old tendencies are washed away. augustsnow is a new aunt as of yesterday which brought all sorts of things to light about family in general. The more I hear about other people's families the more I appreciate my own. That may be the snot talking though; I've been sick since the morning of Jury day. blow my nose in the bathroom twice an hour sick. No pain, no sore throat, just lots of, um gook. It makes me wonder if I'll develop allergies later in life like my Dad has. The index is apparently stupid high and has been most of the week. Please, for the love of all that is stuffed up in my face, pray for rain. Delicious, delicious urban rain.

Tue, 29 May 2007 17:09:26 GMT

There are levels of Geekery, Then there is mother fucking This. Seriously, man, those balls are scary inside, it's like watching Clockwork Orange in the dark with no sound on. Gives me the Jibblies.

The Long Weekend

Mon, 28 May 2007 13:32:26 GMT

Okay, so a couple weekends ago I worked on Commencement Changeover, in 8 hours we took the set apart and the next day put it back together. Those videos should clear up what that experience is like.

This last weekend I went to Plumsteadville, PA for a wedding of an old friend, the woman who got me my first real job in theater. It was a beautiful garden wedding, the husband is an arborist so the lawn was, well it was fucking amazing and the dress code was fifties pinup and swing dance, very nice.

It's Memorial day, you can tell by the car sales and furniture store discounts. My paternal grandfather was in the Army, ironically he was an Army Pilot so despite being a groundpounder he flew and bombed parts of Germany in to the bronze age, till they shot him down, and held him in an officers prison for a number of years I am still unsure of because my grandmother does NOT talk about it. He survived, because here I am. He was a soldier and he lived, he is now dead and I choose to remember him on this Memorial Day.

My maternal grandmother was a Christian Scientist with brilliant instincts and a grand-mastery of the English Language. She taught me about the importance of a belief in God without being old world about it. Without even mentioning it ever really. She was a teacher and she lived, now she is dead and I choose to remember her on this Memorial Day.

It is not a day for soldiers only, it is a day to remember who you choose to remember. Have a thoughtful Memorial Day.

Moving Forward

Mon, 21 May 2007 17:29:42 GMT

So, I got a call today, from the Real Estate Guy and once I hear back from the girl we are going to go sign a lease for "that first apartment". I'm pretty happy, I'll be happier once I've actually put some furniture in the place and cooked a meal in it, that's what makes a house your house after all.

Sun, 06 May 2007 15:14:45 GMT

So, the Opera is nearly over and I return to the warm embrace of 8 hr days. Starting a week at 6 am and going till 11pm over and over is NOT cool. The good news is that augustsnowis moving here soon, ten days soon. I could not recieve better news. While out with the Opera guys yesterday I ran into a memeber of my "other family" on the streets of Brighton. It was a very weird experience. I felt very much like I was caught skipping school with the "Bad kids". I admit htat I have put my chips at the more corporate table as far as theater goes and the Opera is amuch more Bohemian styled crew life. It has it's attractions but even at my tender age I am too old to start in with that kind of crap. It makes for a nice vacation now and again but that's all.

Yesterday evening was spent at the unofficial housewarming of richenzaand I finally got to see the palce after all thw work and hte painting. It's great.

In short life has been hard but good these last few weeks while I've been away from the internet. See you all real soon.