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July 7th, 2008
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Spent some time on Saturday morning mapping GPS coordinates in West Princes Street Gardens in Edinburgh for an mScape I'm attempting to plan.
It's strange some people's reactions to a guy with a PDA in hand wandering about.
Some obviously think GEEK!, other "enlightened" pedestrians stare in abject horror and begin frantically hunting for the toxic radiation spill I'm obviously scanning for, whilst muttering reassurances to their wide-eyed children.
Planning continues.
It's strange some people's reactions to a guy with a PDA in hand wandering about.
Some obviously think GEEK!, other "enlightened" pedestrians stare in abject horror and begin frantically hunting for the toxic radiation spill I'm obviously scanning for, whilst muttering reassurances to their wide-eyed children.
Planning continues.
July 3rd, 2008
http://www.telegram.com/article/20080703/N
http://www.metrowestdailynews.com/news/x
"Early estimates say the fire caused $130,000 in damage"
Wonderful.
And they got a great image of my dad being restrained by the fireman.
Most of it's structure, about 30k in items. Mostly some clothing, some storage items, and alot of water damage. Alot of my weight lifting stuff is done due to the water leaking all the way down. Half of my room is in dust and debree, but that's the half of the room where most of the expensive stuff (computer, spare parts, xbox, monitor, alot of my papers) isn't... It came right down on my scattered laundry of clothing and my bed. No idea on how much dust/EMP'd damage happened due to the closeness of the lightning and fire. My computer WAS turned off at the time, and is under a surge protector so I'm hopeful that my be saved. But, that's hardly my biggest worry.
Got a hotel near by for tonight with the family. Didn't sleep well last night, that was expected. A little smoke in me and enough adrenaline in me to market my own energy drink.
My cell is charged finally if you were looking to speak to me personally.
Might go down to summer cape cod just to get away for the weekend and escape. I got my lappy and can get comcast to sign me up for a month. Some hope there just to unwind.
Job search is dire, but on hold for atleast a week. But I've been told I need to continue it at all costs.
For everyone with there comments and worries. Thank you. It means alot to me. Gave me an amazing pep up when I checked my email and saw such a responce.
http://www.metrowestdailynews.com/news/x
"Early estimates say the fire caused $130,000 in damage"
Wonderful.
And they got a great image of my dad being restrained by the fireman.
Most of it's structure, about 30k in items. Mostly some clothing, some storage items, and alot of water damage. Alot of my weight lifting stuff is done due to the water leaking all the way down. Half of my room is in dust and debree, but that's the half of the room where most of the expensive stuff (computer, spare parts, xbox, monitor, alot of my papers) isn't... It came right down on my scattered laundry of clothing and my bed. No idea on how much dust/EMP'd damage happened due to the closeness of the lightning and fire. My computer WAS turned off at the time, and is under a surge protector so I'm hopeful that my be saved. But, that's hardly my biggest worry.
Got a hotel near by for tonight with the family. Didn't sleep well last night, that was expected. A little smoke in me and enough adrenaline in me to market my own energy drink.
My cell is charged finally if you were looking to speak to me personally.
Might go down to summer cape cod just to get away for the weekend and escape. I got my lappy and can get comcast to sign me up for a month. Some hope there just to unwind.
Job search is dire, but on hold for atleast a week. But I've been told I need to continue it at all costs.
For everyone with there comments and worries. Thank you. It means alot to me. Gave me an amazing pep up when I checked my email and saw such a responce.
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June 30th, 2008
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June 29th, 2008
Wow, seems like an age since I last posted, work has been occupying even my spare time.
Today I managed to complete another mScape, but not without some considerable jiggery pokery.
As part of The Sky Remains ARG, I installed an mScape onto my trusty HP iPaq 4150 as the loaned HP Travelmate still refuses to get a GPS fix and I got tired farting around with it. The game installed but wouldn't start up, after re-installing the mScape Player and Adobe Mobile Flash, still no luck, the mScape player locked up and required a soft reset of my iPaq.
It wasn't until I loaded the mScape into the mScape Builder Software that I surmised that the fact the game was Landscape Screen Oriented was causing a problem. As an experiment, I deliberatley switched the game to portrait, repacked it, and loaded it onto my iPaq and it worked fine albeit looking a bit wonky.
Much digging, re-installing of the original "landscape" game and installing of 3rd party video drivers for my iPaq later and I was able to get the mScape to run, but only with very specific settings. If this seems like a rant, it isn't, I know my PDA is an old model I just hate being defied by technology.
The mScape was simple 'checkpoint' style game and I completed it in about 10 minutes. Despite the aforementioned "startup" issues, the game ran smoothly and I was able to get the information I required.
Just a side note to mScape creators (myself a fledgling creator), ask yourself if your game REALLY needs to be in Landspace mode to fulfill it's purpose, if it doesn't stick with Portrait mode to allow compatibility with older PDA's that run older OS's, such as Windows Mobile 2003 (1st Edition).
Today I managed to complete another mScape, but not without some considerable jiggery pokery.
As part of The Sky Remains ARG, I installed an mScape onto my trusty HP iPaq 4150 as the loaned HP Travelmate still refuses to get a GPS fix and I got tired farting around with it. The game installed but wouldn't start up, after re-installing the mScape Player and Adobe Mobile Flash, still no luck, the mScape player locked up and required a soft reset of my iPaq.
It wasn't until I loaded the mScape into the mScape Builder Software that I surmised that the fact the game was Landscape Screen Oriented was causing a problem. As an experiment, I deliberatley switched the game to portrait, repacked it, and loaded it onto my iPaq and it worked fine albeit looking a bit wonky.
Much digging, re-installing of the original "landscape" game and installing of 3rd party video drivers for my iPaq later and I was able to get the mScape to run, but only with very specific settings. If this seems like a rant, it isn't, I know my PDA is an old model I just hate being defied by technology.
The mScape was simple 'checkpoint' style game and I completed it in about 10 minutes. Despite the aforementioned "startup" issues, the game ran smoothly and I was able to get the information I required.
Just a side note to mScape creators (myself a fledgling creator), ask yourself if your game REALLY needs to be in Landspace mode to fulfill it's purpose, if it doesn't stick with Portrait mode to allow compatibility with older PDA's that run older OS's, such as Windows Mobile 2003 (1st Edition).
June 28th, 2008
Four years ago I was in a writing group at AFE, my first year at the school, and our teacher read us this poem. It seemed full of importance to me then. I forgot about it for a long time. One day, I saw the author's name on a new age book about auras and, because I been taught that my belief in the supernatural was something silly to scorned, and because I had recently adopted realism as my religion, I disregarded the half remembered verse with scorn and did not read it over. Today, I stumbled on a man's page on Tribe while I was e-mailing Brandon and found the poem. It makes me smile to think that it has meaning for me again. It sounds important.
The Invitation
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for,
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love, for your dreams,
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched
the centre of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain,
mine or your own, without moving to hide it
or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy mine or your own.
if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy
fill you to the tips of your fingers
and toes without cautioning us
to be careful, be realistic,
or to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty every day,
and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine,
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,“Yes.”
It doesn't interest me to know where you live,
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair,
weary and bruised to the bone,
and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what
or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself,
and if you truly like the company
you keep in the empty moments.
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for,
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love, for your dreams,
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched
the centre of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain,
mine or your own, without moving to hide it
or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy mine or your own.
if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy
fill you to the tips of your fingers
and toes without cautioning us
to be careful, be realistic,
or to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty every day,
and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine,
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,“Yes.”
It doesn't interest me to know where you live,
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair,
weary and bruised to the bone,
and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what
or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself,
and if you truly like the company
you keep in the empty moments.
June 27th, 2008
Sports Blog Deadspin picked up the story the yankees were there at AC, and they make a wonderful little comment on my 'favorite' arod
Yes, yes, a thousand times yes. We wonder which Yankee ended up in the room with that "masculine, she-dog" type.
http://deadspin.com/5020342/say-hello-to-a+r
Edit: the comments ROCK
"Yankees... Furries... Yankees... Furries...
Fuck it, I'm cheering for the meteor."
"Well, I'm starting to understand how Giambi might have acquired that "moustache.""
"You're with me, Plushy."Success, hurrah at last I managed to get an mScape working.
After my 2 previous failed attempts I was a little dubious this would work, but after installing and firing up the TimeHole mscape I was pleasantly surprised. Again I wandered to George Square in Glasgow and after a few moments got a GPS fix and was off eagerly settings my "Spirit Spaces."
My initial reaction was the game was a cool concept, but, as with previous mScaping, I did feel quite self conscious that I was wandering around with an expensive piece of kit in my hand. The fear of either dropping/breaking it or having it pinched was prevalent. I would recommend you have accident insurance for your PDA if your wandering around outside with it.
Once the "Spirit Spaces" were calibrated the game was easy enough to play, though I did forget where one of them was, so took a bit of wandering around to find it again. I didn't have time to close the timehole, but played it enough to make a few observations:
After my 2 previous failed attempts I was a little dubious this would work, but after installing and firing up the TimeHole mscape I was pleasantly surprised. Again I wandered to George Square in Glasgow and after a few moments got a GPS fix and was off eagerly settings my "Spirit Spaces."
My initial reaction was the game was a cool concept, but, as with previous mScaping, I did feel quite self conscious that I was wandering around with an expensive piece of kit in my hand. The fear of either dropping/breaking it or having it pinched was prevalent. I would recommend you have accident insurance for your PDA if your wandering around outside with it.
Once the "Spirit Spaces" were calibrated the game was easy enough to play, though I did forget where one of them was, so took a bit of wandering around to find it again. I didn't have time to close the timehole, but played it enough to make a few observations:
- Essential, you really do need an accurate GPS fix.
- Walk slowly, if you don't have a decent GPS signal it takes a few moments for the game to detect you've moved.
- Ensure you put a good distance between GPS nodes ("Spirit Spaces") or the game simply goes crazy playing overlapping media clips etc.
- Once the mScape game detects that you've moved into an "interaction" area, stand still. I found that, probably due to poor GPS, that I'd walk into and out of a "Spirit Space, but had to laboriously wait for the game to play through the "entering location" then "leaving location" then "entering location" media clips... annoying! Perhaps building a "Skip" function into the media clip? Also, a "replay clip" function for important game info.
- Pay attention to your surroundings, walking around staring at a PDA screen allowed me to nearly walk over an open drain cover, common sense I know, but when you're immersed in the game you may not notice.
- Not sure when it's possible, but "Multi-player" games, would ROCK!!
- Looking at the next release of the MBuilder software the ability to zero in on GPS bugs and other blue tooth devices, also ROCKS!
Room is spotless (more or less)
Two big bags of things to give away are in the car
Dishes are all clean (more or less)
Books are organized (on one case of shelves at least)
Magic Decks are in order (yes, they are a priority)
Josh has been read to (ouch my throat hurts)
Tarot has been consulted (the need for prudence, be giving but not too giving, watch things grow, aid them)
Calendar has been marked
Last paycheck to be gotten tomorrow
People have been e-mailed
Train fares and schedules have been looked at
World map has been stared at
Theo will be back this weekend and then
I can leave!
Cept I need someone to watch Lucky from July 16-August 15th.... erm. I'll think about that tomorrow.
love and fire
cassia
Two big bags of things to give away are in the car
Dishes are all clean (more or less)
Books are organized (on one case of shelves at least)
Magic Decks are in order (yes, they are a priority)
Josh has been read to (ouch my throat hurts)
Tarot has been consulted (the need for prudence, be giving but not too giving, watch things grow, aid them)
Calendar has been marked
Last paycheck to be gotten tomorrow
People have been e-mailed
Train fares and schedules have been looked at
World map has been stared at
Theo will be back this weekend and then
I can leave!
Cept I need someone to watch Lucky from July 16-August 15th.... erm. I'll think about that tomorrow.
love and fire
cassia
June 26th, 2008
There are waaay too many spiders in my room. I got off the computer last night and went to my dresser to touch the amber pendant that my Grandmother left me when she died and felt a tickle on my shoulder. I move to brush away-- A huge brown spider. Oh, the screams. Oh, the drama. Oh, the fearful dreams that night.
I'm almost ready to go to Eugene, where I'll begin my epic quest to have as many adventures as possible. My last shift at the Baglery is this Friday. I've talked to a few couchsurfing hosts who would be happy to have me and Theo before the faire and afterward-- quien sabes. Cest la vie. I'll be alive.
Looking through old family photos the other night, I found a document that said that I am descended from a Welsh Prince and a German Princess. Two kinds of royal blood, that's right, two! BWHAHAHHAHA. Also, my great-grandmother really DID have red hair, so you know, it's almost like my hair is natural, almost...
I read Josh The Golden Compass all day and long into the night on Tuesday. Today, we started the Subtle Knife. I'll miss him, we make such a team, comrades in arms, squabbling, pillow fighting, showing off, rating guys (well, ok, that's me more than him), drinking hot coco, reading books, climbing on things, lots of things.
Spencer, Gabby's friend, gave me a cup of flowers at the Bagelry today. I grinned ear to ear and kept them by the register until my shift was over.
1. I cannot be alone. I hate being alone. I am unhappy alone.
2. My biggest fear is that I will wake up one day and see no reason to live. That has happened before. Usually when I've been alone too long. And it scares me.
3. My second biggest fear, these damn spiders falling on me from the roof. IT HAPPENS.
ps. Magic the Gathering is the best game ever and my dragon decks kick ASS. Ren and I played until two AM last time she spent the night, and we watched a movie with Josh and talked and made her a resume and even though I was bitchy because I had been working every night for a week, it was still so much fun to see her. <3
Today, Mum and I went shopping for pretty pillows to put on the new livingroom furniture and I bought Lucky a bone that was bigger than her body and Mum bought her a pink collar with rhinestones on it. When she saw her relfection in the mirror wearing the pretty new collar, she touched noses with the reflection and barked and wagged her tail and stood on her hind legs. When I gave Lucky the bone after we got home, she couldn't pick it up so instead she curled up around it on the stairway and growled whenever anyone tried to walk by.
love and fire
cassia
I'm almost ready to go to Eugene, where I'll begin my epic quest to have as many adventures as possible. My last shift at the Baglery is this Friday. I've talked to a few couchsurfing hosts who would be happy to have me and Theo before the faire and afterward-- quien sabes. Cest la vie. I'll be alive.
Looking through old family photos the other night, I found a document that said that I am descended from a Welsh Prince and a German Princess. Two kinds of royal blood, that's right, two! BWHAHAHHAHA. Also, my great-grandmother really DID have red hair, so you know, it's almost like my hair is natural, almost...
I read Josh The Golden Compass all day and long into the night on Tuesday. Today, we started the Subtle Knife. I'll miss him, we make such a team, comrades in arms, squabbling, pillow fighting, showing off, rating guys (well, ok, that's me more than him), drinking hot coco, reading books, climbing on things, lots of things.
Spencer, Gabby's friend, gave me a cup of flowers at the Bagelry today. I grinned ear to ear and kept them by the register until my shift was over.
1. I cannot be alone. I hate being alone. I am unhappy alone.
2. My biggest fear is that I will wake up one day and see no reason to live. That has happened before. Usually when I've been alone too long. And it scares me.
3. My second biggest fear, these damn spiders falling on me from the roof. IT HAPPENS.
ps. Magic the Gathering is the best game ever and my dragon decks kick ASS. Ren and I played until two AM last time she spent the night, and we watched a movie with Josh and talked and made her a resume and even though I was bitchy because I had been working every night for a week, it was still so much fun to see her. <3
Today, Mum and I went shopping for pretty pillows to put on the new livingroom furniture and I bought Lucky a bone that was bigger than her body and Mum bought her a pink collar with rhinestones on it. When she saw her relfection in the mirror wearing the pretty new collar, she touched noses with the reflection and barked and wagged her tail and stood on her hind legs. When I gave Lucky the bone after we got home, she couldn't pick it up so instead she curled up around it on the stairway and growled whenever anyone tried to walk by.
love and fire
cassia