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A long day of social networking

I spent today on the couch where I woke up creating Twitter accounts for The Wiki Fire, The Whateverist and The Knox Student. Then I used Twitterfeed to feed RSS feeds from each web site to automatically tweet.

As of 10:22 p.m., I am still in my pajamas. Yeah, it’s been that kind of day.

Anyway, I would love to introduce to all of you The Whateverist. It is a WordPress blog using the new Prologue theme, which is based on Twitter. Whateverist is the brain child of everyone’s best buddy, Jay over at fysigunk.us. As of this posting, there have been three different contributors. We don’t know what this thing is going to do, or who we want to invite to it or anything. So it’s kind of exciting. I’m sure Jay has a better idea than I do, since it is his thing.

the whateverist screen

Also, I am very excited about the Wiki Fire twitter account. I have it set right now so that any time a new article is created on the site (which is based on MediaWiki), it will tweet with the article title and the beginning of the body text. Pretty neat. This screen is of a Twitter article I wrote in order to test it …
the wiki fire tweet screen cap

In other news, my good friend Kelli Refer has started a cyberfeminist blog called Reviving Emma that should prove rather interesting. Cyberfeminism is an interesting, complicated series of ideas that I don’t think I know enough about. So teach me, hot stuff!

In other news, I installed Adobe CS3 today, and it is extremely fast on my MacBook. Like, it surprised me how fast it was. Photoshop flies around like I always wanted it to. It’s magic. I also figured I would take a look at the new stock photo search in Bridge, and searched for a picture of a gavel (research for a graphic I need to make for the paper). It returned tons and tons of images, so I click one, and here is what I got:

expensive photos

I had to look at this screen several times just to make sure it was, indeed, trying to sell me a boring photo of a gavel for, at the very cheapest, $100. I mean, really? $100? Will anyone ever buy that? Why does this exist in Adobe Bridge? It’s so strange. If these do sell, then I am quitting college right now and taking random photos of shit to sell on Adobe Bridge.

Anyway, in the AFK world, I spent all week working on a strange theater design project involving minimal lights and very loud, strange audio. It was really disorienting. I wish I could describe it better, but I don’t know how. Basically, the audience faces a short wall in a rectangular black box theater. The two walls on either side of the audience and the one in front of them have lights pointed towards them. We led them to their seats in absolute darkness, leading them with a flashlight so they could find their seats. Then we let them adjust to the darkness and the quiet. Then a conversation between my buddy Danny Fisher-Bruns and I started. That goes on for a while and is kind of existential and stuff. Then a smooth kind of feedback noise comes on while the sound of footsteps and shit being dragged around plays. At this point, the lights start, but very subtly. I’m talking 3% intensity, so you are not even sure they are on, but you know you’re getting dizzy. Then as things are dying down, a massive ridiculously loud noise wall comes at you and the two walls on either side of you start flashing back and forth in a very bright red that disorients you more and you can’t hear anything but crazy noise and then it ends. Total time, about 20 min counting silence at the start. I guess some things don’t translate into digital format very well, though. Sorry.


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New computer, new life, o algo

I have a MacBook now, and it’s wonderful. It’s kind of interesting how having a camera above your screen at all times really changes the way you compute. And running Ubuntu in Parallels is basically the coolest thing ever.

I have neglected this site since being back at Knox College, as usually happens with every non-Knox project I have going. But I will graduate soon, so don’t run away.

I’ve been writing a lot, mostly “creative non-fiction”, whatever that is. Here’s a story I wrote today that involves my good friend Jay over at fysigunk.us.



But it was fun when we made that drive to Steubenville, Ohio and got your fingernails done by a man named Nam whose brother, named Viet, was a friend of Jay’s and the school paid for it all. It was a tiger stripe acrylic job, and we made you curl your fingers towards us like a cat and say, Meow. We laughed and laughed.

Viet traveled from Seattle to Steubenville on a motorcycle to join his brother in the nail business. He was there for two weeks before he went back home. He traveled through our school on the way down. He stayed with Jay, and got into the safety report for shimmying up the walls in an apartment building hallway until he could press his back to the ceiling. Jay was going to call his story, Viet Goes to Nam, but before he could finish, we had to talk to Nam, too.

I had never been around you for this long before, and it was the first time we had really traveled together a decent distance. Holding the bottoms of your fingers gently under the light, Nam told us he had traveled all around the United States when he was a little younger. He now had a wife and kids and two nail salons in Steubenville that are fairly successful, following in the footsteps of his and Viet’s parents. After arriving in Seattle from Vietnam, the couple decided to open a nail salon named Nam Viet. Nam, being their oldest son, was named after their salon. So was their second, Viet. Nam said he was happy in Steubenville because he realized one day that “everyplace is the same” and stopped traveling.

We got back in my car to return to Illinois. The northeast Ohio steel towns hidden into the Smokey mountains would surprise us as we drove around bends, exist for a minute, then be gone again. Brilliant was the name of one town, mere miles from Steubenville. Every corner of a massive steel frame structure lit with a single light. But there were hundreds and hundreds of these corners throwing their light across the mirror of a lake. I slowed the car, trying to hold onto the view as long as I could.

I held your hand, then. Jay never finished the story.


I have really enjoyed writing again, as it’s been a while since I really sat down and wrote a “creative” story (as in, not a story for the newspaper, not that those aren’t creative, also). I am going to write a script for a YouTube personality, I think. It’s an interesting format for a fiction writer, I feel. I’ll see where that goes, though I probably won’t be able to talk about it too much, since it’s supposed to be all “real” and stuff or whatever.

I will try to write here more. I have decided that my posts do not need to be perfect, so I will try to up the quantity and see if the quality really goes down that much. Let me know what you think.

To leave, I embed to you a video that will turn your brain to shit. It’s Peter Aidu performing Steve Reich’s Piano Phase. Simply put, one hand is playing the same thing as the other, but at a very slightly different tempo. You will see what happens.


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