Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Blog Fu: Wire Work

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Flyin' high on 4/20, even though I've never imbibed in my life. Intoxicated with freshness, fool! Let's go!

- I read this article at Computerworld which made me believe I needed to write a counterpoint. I'll give you a sneak preview, in case I forget and never get to writing it: what Mike Elgan is talking about is essentially a hip hop paradigm and aesthetic. The question is, "what do people need to create content?" The answer, of course, is "a chance." Sure, you can create content on an iPad. There's just considerably better ways, and to wit, I will (should I get this thing done) counterpoint using my Nokia N900 for content creation (some of the blogs you see here and on my main website, plus a decent number of poems and two or three chapters on my new novel were all written on that phone) and making ROI comparisons. I always laugh when people make top down comparisons, because no matter my white-collar job, I still have a very "from the bottom up" perspective on things, comfortable with and understanding the oft-forgotten viewpoints of the "flyover states."

- Speaking of Computerworld, one of their pieces was repurposed for The San Francisco Chronicle where they talked about how few rules there are to govern the security of cloud computing. That, of course, further reinforces my screed against the technology.

- When I was rocking shows, this was how I viewed myself ...

Yes, I miss Sully's sometimes ...
Image courtesy of Geekweek

- Yes, National Poetry Writing Month is kicking my behind quite effectively. However, I have yet to fall off and have a few pieces I could be proud of and/or improve. I like the discipline of it, and I like creative output -- NaPoWriMo may be the cause of most of the poetry I wrote in 2009. With my fiction focus, 2010 could be the same, and I know many, many people who don't write 30 pieces (good or bad) in a year. So, kicked butt or not, I am happy to proceed.

- I had a fantastic evening last Friday, as the family was joined for an Indian food dinner by Brig Feltus, her husband Andreas and their son Max. I kept checking in on the teenager, as I remember being the bored kid around the grown ups, so I hooked him up with the Wii and a MacBook Pro hooked up to the wi-fi. This is maybe the third or so guest appearance we've had at our dinner table, and it made me think that I really should start filming these dinners, as there's fascinating stuff happening there.

Also: Brig made me an apple pie the size of a biplane. I'm still eating it. Nothing wrong with that. My wife took pictures, maybe she'll post 'em one of these days.

- Could the United States Postal Service go out of business? I think the concept scares me a little, regardless of how much I love Fed Ex (pricey bastards that they are, we're both from Memphis).

- Speaking of scary ideas, here's an example of your tax dollars at work: the military is working on a real, honest to goodness, flying car that'd be the size of two Humvees end to end and would carry four operatives and all their gear. Yes, I'm deeply worried about a consumer grade version of this, as people dialing or putting on make up scares me badly enough in two dimensions. Oy.

- Did you know The Empire Strikes Back turns 30 this year? The platinum standard for sequels and inspiration for generations of geeky jokes, I still think of the scene where Vader entered with the snow troopers as one of the best examples of production design in film, ever. I celebrated by coding while watching it with my wife, baby sleeping nearby and absorbing all that goodness.

- Whatever your struggle in life, remember, it can always get worse. Be good to each other.

Tabu out.

Playing (Music): "How High?" by Method Man and Redman

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Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Revolver (blogging poetry comics music family work)

Six shots to your dome piece, home piece!

- BANG! I'm about half way done with a very lengthy review of my new phone, the powerful and praiseworthy Nokia N900. Also, look for thirty straight days of poetry (if I don't kill myself in the process) on my Soapbox. Shut up, just think of this as the previews for the movie ... or the warning shot ... your mileage may vary ...

- BANG! Speaking of poetry, I'm nervous and excited about the deluge to come. I have percolated the Bizarro poem idea in my brain for almost a year (and I may even have a Black Manta one ... why all DC? I need to dream up some Marvel ones, probably ... a seed of a T'chaka one is in my brain) and, honestly, I've been so fiction focused that it'll almost feel like a vacation from the politics and intrigues of my latest novel (which is *this* close to being 3/4 done -- writing it in quarters).

- BANG! Back to blogging, for the 2.5 people wondering where the second half of "The Reign of The Mediocre" is, I'm just waiting for Blackest Night to finish up ... oh, wait, that happens today! Excellent!

- BANG! Last weekend, I think I stopped so many people and asked them, "Have you heard Malcolm and Martin yet?" that my wife wondered if I'd been paid to do so. I am loving the mixtape (big .zip file) so much. The next time somebody complains to me about the state of hip hop, I'm sending them that link and telling them (as my wife loves to do) that they can "sat down and shaddup!" I may even get inspired to try to email them and interview them. Maybe.

- BANG! I enjoyed my time with all of my girls this weekend. We got to chill a lot and laugh, I taught Mooch some t'ai chi (and it's fun to see her try to work it into her every day life) and Myshell's jokes have been on fire lately. Since I never feel like I'm choosing sides, and since my techno-lust finally feels sated with a device that helps me do everything, it was super relaxing to just chill. On Sunday, we hung out with one of Myshell's friends B and B's husband, having a spirited discussion about politics and hip hop. Good times all around. Hm, this is personal, should it be on the other blog? Too late now ...

- BANG! I am supporting between three and three and a half websites at work now, branching into areas I barely understand. It worries me sometimes, given the balancing act, but it sure beats the alternative.

*Hannibal holsters his vocabulary and saunters off*

Playing (Music): "First Girl On The Moon" by the Bangz

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