A: Okay, so we’ve got a colorful cast of characters to help promote our burger chain, let me introduce them to you. First we’ve got the chief mascot Ronald McDonald, he’s a clown.

B: A clown—okay, so a circus theme. Cool. So this guy with the top hat and fancy suit is the ringmaster.

A: No, he’s the mayor.

B: …the mayor?

A: Yes, Mayor McCheese. And this is Big Mac, he’s the chief of police. Then we’ve got the Hamburglar here…

B: Okay, sure, not a circus, a village. With a little slapstick crime problem. I’m with you.

A: …and Captain Crook, the pirate.

B: …a seaside village? I guess…

A: We’re gonna sell fish sandwiches.

B: At the burger place.

A: We hear people up in New England like them.

B: Okay, fine, so the clown lives in a seaside village with a mayor, a big-city police chief, a 1920s vaudeville burglar, and a… 1720s… pirate…

A: COLORFUL CAST OF CHARACTERS.

B: Okay, okay! Speaking of colorful, who… err, what… is that?

A: Oh, that’s Grimace! He’s a… he’s… well, he’s Grimace! He loves shakes.

B: And he’s purple because…

A: Well, they’re frosty shakes, right?, so they might give you a bit of a chill, so he’s sort of blue, err, purple with cold from eating all the tasty shakes he loves…

B: …Is he, like, a _ghost_? He gives you the chills and shakes ‘cause he’s a scary ghost…?

A: HE’S JUST GRIMACE.

B: FINE. You’re promoting your tasty frosty shakes with a purple blob whose name means “an expression of distaste.” Fine. Anyone else? You’ve covered burgers (three times), fish sandwiches, shakes, and the clown who thinks it’s a good idea to come here for dinner, what are you missing… oh how about french fries?

A: Yes, we have fries! Produced by… the Wizard of Fries! See, here he is with his creations, the Fry Guys.

B: …Well. Now all this makes sense. A wizard did it. And by wizard, clearly we mean a drugged-out hippie.

A: …well, I do kinda have the munchies now…

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I didn't mean to cease blogging for over a year.

Work continued to be pretty busy for a while after my last post, reasonably steady through June, and even July and August weren't terrible. So that was part of it.

The mental weight of backlogged posts about concerts and music stuff was another part of it. And just the general lack of interest in maintaining a regular posting schedule.

And also the half-conscious pressure to avoid more and more topics. Being sick, myself, of hearing my own repeated complaints about struggles to get more work, to look for more work, for example; less complaining, more doing, was called for, but the natural result was less talk and still no action. Another example, not talking publicly about relationships or the quest for some romance, the perceived need for discretion—and for appearing competent and confident rather than confused and confounded—outweighing my desire to be open and honest about that aspect of life.

A break maybe was a good idea. I have never claimed that my personal blogging helped me solve problems, only that it helped me deal with them mentally, but even then there was perhaps too much crutching along. On the other hand, if writing wasn't really helping me, not writing has not proved any more helpful. Maybe it was a mistake to be gone so long.

In the past couple months, a pair of bloggers whose writing I've always admired, Alison at bluishorange and Zannah at vox.machina (and multiple other sites in the past), started writing again. (While I'm at it, I also want to mention the relatively new site by another favorite blogger, Annie Tomlin, her travel/food/shopping blog Admiring Distance.) It's not clear whether Alison will sustain her comeback or go quiet again for a long while, but that's beside the point, which is that they can come back if they want to. If I want to. And so I've been thinking about that, lately, particularly as the anniversary of my last post came… and went.

Why today, why now? Simply because I had a good brief conversation with the Caffe Ladro barista (Gabe, excellent dude) about music—about how excited I was for Bumbershoot, about the great music that came out last year and is coming out this year—and just that short bout of excitedly and enthusiastically discussing music made me ask myself, why aren't I blogging, again?

If I want to be more like some of my friends I deeply admire for their creativity and activity, I need more doing, less being. And for me, one thing that means is more writing. Another thing that may mean is more writing about my enthusiasms and imaginations, less about my struggles and shortcomings. Or at least make those more amusing.

In any case, this journal is still here. Heck, I check it every day, because there are still several blogs I read through my Friends page here. (Perhaps ironically, none of my friends with LiveJournals use those anymore; a couple feeds I read on my Friends page are LiveJournals of people I'm a fan of but don't know personally, everything else is RSS feeds of non-LiveJournal blogs.) Oh, I almost forgot: Facebook and Twitter, and very recently Google+, those are also reasons why I stopped blogging here. Because of being so active there. But there are ways that LiveJournal is a better space to write than Facebook, and Twitter of course is too limited. (And Google+ kind of crosses the two in a way that's perhaps not worse than Facebook but not better than both.)

Anyhow enough rambling. I do have work to do. But as I said, I also have writing I want to do, and I have a place here for that. To do it, do it.

(I've been gone so long, this is the first I see of the "new" current LiveJournal posting page, and also that I can now connect Facebook and Twitter to have those automatically show my posts. Hmm, do I also want my Twitter posts to show up on my LiveJournal?…)
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Underworld, "Two Months Off" (radio edit), A Hundred Days Off (video embedded below)



(The radio edit doesn't really do justice to the whole song, but the video's kind of cool and it's what's available.)

I didn't really intend to take two months off from posting in my journal. As I noted in my last post, I had a lot going on in October, between volunteer work with KEXP for Decibel Festival, the fall membership drive, and the City Arts Festival, and paid work also at KEXP for a week full-time, followed by a couple freelance projects that took a lot more time than I was expecting. That carried on into November, which was one of the busiest months for work I've had as a freelancer. It was a bit odd in fact, as although I did still get out at least once each week to hang out with friends, I felt like for a good six weeks I spent all my waking time working. However, that was a much-needed counterpart to the six weeks in July and August when I spent no time working at all. In any case, although I did take one evening a week to do something fun with friends, I skipped trivia night a few times and I also had to skip all of my intern work for KEXP—I made it in once during my busy time but had to work on photos and blog posts for City Arts Fest coverage, rather than my usual content management tasks. Obviously, I also stopped trying to keep up with daily journal posts, not that there would've been much to say most days other than that I was still really busy.

Work eased up just before Thanksgiving, partly in volume and partly in pressure. I actually still have a fair amount of work to be doing, but I've been having a terrible time motivating myself this month to focus and get things done. That's a serious problem of course, as I do have work to do and I do need to keep up a good level of billable hours not just to finish recovering from the disastrously slow summer but also simply to carry forward with supporting myself—making a living, not just staving off collapse. I have some ideas for turning that around, though.

At first, I wasn't really interested in resuming my journal posts, either. Not that I intended to abandon the journal entirely, just that I knew I'd missed a couple music-related posts and didn't feel like catching up yet, and also didn't really have anything else to say. But I've had a growing restlessness in the past week or so, partly because my usual Internet haunts haven't offered enough distraction to keep me occupied, and partly because I've been wanting to dive into some good inspirational gaming fantasy material, but not finding anything in the usual places nor looking elsewhere, I've felt the urge instead to write more of my own. Perversely though, I deliberately waited until today to return to my journal just so that I could post the "Two Months Off" video, two months after my last post. 

Anyhow, I am still here (don't call it a comeback), and I will be posting more regularly, again, if not daily. I do still have some music-related posts to do, including a long-overdue review of the album Uncovered Volume 1 that I owe Unwoman, and also belated posts about Decibel Festival and City Arts Festival. And as I say, I want to do some more creative writing, more about Cetak and maybe other stuff further afield. I really have no good idea who reads this journal anymore; every now and then a friend mentions that they read it, which is cool, but now that Facebook is no longer automatically importing posts into the Notes app, I don't know whether people there will follow the Networked Blogs link back here to read. And of course with two months of silence, I may have lost some people too. But then this has always been an outlet for me before anything else, so I will write because I want to, and hope that someone else still reads and enjoys it.

As a sort of footnote: posting the "Two Months Off" video prompted me to listen to Underworld's 2010 album Barking, which I've only listened to a couple times since I got it, and not at all in months and months. I'm pleased to be reminded it's rather good, though I think it could use a bit more diversity in song styles, like A Hundred Days Off and Beaucoup Fish.
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Ivars the Troll came stomping out of the woods one day. Up he strode to the gates of Bell-town, and he banged upon the gates with a massive fist. Open the gates to me, he cried. Now a troll is not to be trifled with, but the people of Bell-town felt secure behind their walls and gates, and so they asked, Who are you, ruffian, to demand entrance so? The troll answered, I am Ivars, and I will be a Wizard of Cetak! At that there was much laughter, for all knew that, fearsome though they may be, trolls were uncouth barbarians without the wit for wizardry. So the guards said, Be off! We'll not have your foolishness here. Were you a Wizard, you could enter at will without force. Ivars replied, Indeed! If you wil not open the gates for me, why, I will make a gate for myself. Fearing an assault, the guards readied their weapons. But Ivars stepped back, and with a hum and a thrum and a wave of his hands, he bade the stones of the wall to move aside for him. And the stones shivered and shifted, they slid and they stacked, and soon there was a new archway through the wall. Ivars strode through the archway into Bell-town, and said, I'll not have others use my arch, and with another wave, the stones moved back to seal the wall. 


Now the burghers of Bell-town still did not want an uncouth troll claiming the status of Wizard, so they sent to the Conclave. The sorcerers of the Conclave came to Bell-town and challenged Ivars, saying, We know the fey have the secret of stone-speech. Your trick is not enough to claim to be a Wizard. Ivars laughed at the sorcerers and said, Set forth your challenge! I am Ivars, and I will be a Wizard of Cetak! The sorcerers said, Though you be strong of body, all know that trolls are weak of will. We shall compel you to return to the woods, and you will not resist. And they stretched forth their staves, and scribed the symbols in the air, and declared, Begone! But Ivars laughed again, and said, Troll I am, but Wizard I will be, and you will bow to my will. And with a hum and a thrum and a wave of his hands, he wiped the symbols from the air, and with unseen hands hoisted the sorcerers into the air by their staves till they cried out for mercy. Then Ivars let them fall with a bump to the ground, and the sorcerers bowed before him and departed on the wind back to the Conclave.



Still were the burghers of Bell-town reluctant to call a troll Wizard. So they said, if this troll claims to be a Wizard, we'll let a Wizard deal with him. And they sent for the Wizard Kyson. The burghers cried, We'll not have this troll here sullying our town! See him off! And Kyson said, I will see to this troll. Kyson stode to the square where Ivars waited, and looked the troll square in the eye. Ivars returned the gaze without flinching. And Kyson extended his hand and said, Welcome, brother Wizard. For Wizard knows Wizard. And Ivars grinned and cried, I am Ivars, and I am a Wizard of Cetak! And the burghers bowed their heads in acquiescence. And that is how Ivars the Troll became a Wizard of Cetak.
There are no cemeteries within the core area of Cetak—at least, not within the prime world. 

When a person dies in Cetak, the body is brought to Morticians' Row down in the Under-Square. One of the mortician houses will prepare the body for a fee, and then, once the Ceremony of Severance has been completed, bring the body in procession through the Sunderground and out into the Shadowfell. Emerging from the slopes of Cap-Ill, the procession wends its way back westward to the mausoleums.

The mausoleums of Cetak are one of the great wonders of the land, shocking in appearance to most outsiders. They are vast monolithic towers reaching high into the heavens, far taller than any trees, higher than the surrounding hills. The towers appear to be formed of stone and glass and metal, but some wizardry must have been involved to raise structures so high. And each of these towers is a mausoleum housing thousands upon thousands of the Dead. 

The morticians bring the body to the Chapel, where the Ceremony of Internment is performed, and then leave it there and make their way back through the Sunderground to the prime world. It is said that when the moon rises over the eastern mountains and lights the way westward, the body makes its way down into the necropolis and finds its place within one of the mausoleums, there to wait—no one knows for what, or how long. Some speak of the Dead moving about the necropolis, others that they merely stand and wait silently within the mausoleums. 

It is known that if a body should be left untended for too long, the body will rise on its own and begin seeking to make its way to the mausoleums. A body denied the proper Ceremonies of Severance and Internment will become restless and angry with the living, and filled also with a craving to return to the life it can no longer hold, and thus do ghouls arise. Therefore, although the morticians perform their services for fees, the mortician houses will also be paid by the city to tend to bodies unclaimed by any family. Magics are used to ensure that a body has not been merely abandoned by family seeking to avoid the fees, and any family caught trying to do so is fined and punished heavily.
This is a story the people of Bell-town tell of the Lace Queen:


A young elf maiden had business to attend in the dark alleys of Near-Square. She came to a shifty-eyed merchant and said, I have need of ten ounces of morphenas, for my uncle is ill. The merchant replied, morphenas comes out of the Sunderground and is hard to get, it will cost you a hundredweight in gold per ounce. The elf maiden said, I have not gold in such amounts, but can offer you a fine pearl instead, and she drew forth from a small purse a shining pearl larger than any the merchant had ever seen. The merchant's eyes widened, and he stretched forth a hand to take the pearl, but in his greedy haste he trod upon the tail of a cat from the alley, which had been twining itself about the elf maiden's legs. The elf maiden drew back her hand at that and said, you should take more care for the cats. But the merchant spat and said, cats are worthless, skulking about and taking what they will but giving nothing in return, and he kicked the cat from his path. The elf maiden's eyes darkened and she declared, I shall not bargain with a man who mistreats cats, and she strode off.


Now the merchant was angry, and he called to him two ruffians and told them, I'll not lose out on a sale on account of some verminous cat! We'll go after that maiden and take her pearl, and more besides. So the trio pursued the elf maiden down through the dark alleys and cornered her, and the merchant said, you should have taken the deal, now I'll have your pearl and whatever else I may like. But the maiden said coldly, I told you I shall not bargain with one who mistreats cats, but I shall certainly deal with you! And the trio suddenly heard a chorus of snarling miaows, and found themselves surrounded by a circle of cats with narrowed eyes and bared teeth. As the merchant turned to swat at the cats, they pounced upon him. The ruffians too found themselves swarmed as they tried to help the merchant, attacked fiercely until they were forced to flee, with clothes and skin in tatters from claws, one with eyes scratched out, the other with ears bitten off. 


An hour later, having convinced some other merchants to check out their story, the two ruffians timidly led a small crowd back to the alley where they had cornered the elf maiden. And there they found an unusually large number of cats lounging about contentedly, but no sign of the merchant who had kicked the cat and pursued the maiden, nor was he ever seen again. But later that afternoon yet another merchant told the tale of how he had been visited by an elf maiden who traded a pearl of great price for ten ounces of morphenas, and how the maiden had been accompanied by a cat that seemed friendly and content yet made the merchant nervous the whole time.



It is said that that elf maiden was the Lace Queen. And to this day, no one in Near-Square will dare to harm a cat.
Guh, that was a long week. Up by 8 am most days, working a full 8 hours at KEXP three of those days, and then staying up until 2 or 3 or even 4 in the morning to do some last-minute quick turnaround editing jobs. And then for the weekend I didn't get to bed any earlier, although I got to sleep later on Saturday and Sunday. I'm pretty tired, is what I'm saying. So I won't be staying up late tonight, and I don't have to get up early tomorrow, although I also can't let myself stay in bed late because I do have things to take care of now that my time is open again. And I should have some more editing work dropping on me some time this week or next week. 

Here's a thing I want to post quickly, though:

Flickr Stats 06-19-11

That's the spike caused by posting my photos of the Fremont Solstice Parade. I didn't even use any tags or titles or descriptive text like "nude" or "naked" or "bodypaint" about the bicyclists; I just tagged all the photos "Fremont Solstice Parade". Well, apparently posting photos within hours of the event is enough to get lots and lots of people to check them out. My previous largest spike, to my knowledge, was for the Go Play NW 2009 photos, and that was a mere 1,566 views. I can only imagine how many more views I'd have had if I had used those tags.
I should have just declared this to be a vacation week for my journal, I think. Yesterday: quick vacuuming of my place for a condo board meeting later that day, Go Play NW meeting, some running around to deliver Go Play NW posters and cards to a couple game stores, condo board meeting, spending time at Caffe Ladro trying to write a cover letter for a job application, late dinner. Today: data auditing at KEXP all afternoon, quick dinner, trivia night, now I've been at Bauhaus doing a quick high-level review of a 14-page paper, I still have to head home, finish the paper, and also really need to get that job application submitted. I'm working full-time days at KEXP for the next three days, which means I have to get up extra early and should not be up late tonight; i have definite fun plans for Thursday and Friday, and hope to be busy tomorrow night as well; and I may also have this paper come back for extensive editing, though I hope not as I really won't have time to do it properly before the weekend at least. Just a lot going on this week, no time to put thought toward the couple of topics I've been thinking about writing and no better thoughts for other quick topics. And I hate both skipping days outright and also making these short posts of no consequence about how I don't have time or quick ideas to write about. And yet I'm still not going to declare a vacation because I'm still going to hope that somehow I'll be able to squeeze in some kind of quick posts that'll be more interesting to read. I think I'll just have to try to do some stream-of-consciousness nonsense. But I've written all this already and need to get going, so this will do for today.
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As an editor, I'm often confronted with the problem of impact. Impact and its derivations are very very popular in marketing writing. You see, it seems that "effect" just isn't strong enough for some writers.* They want to be sure that customers believe that their product or service is more effective than anyone else's. I mean, you could tickle someone, and that's an effect. You don't want your customers thinking, well, that product or service will nudge our problems away, it'll coax them away, it'll erode them away gradually over millions of years and we don't have time to wait for that! We need solutions now! You have to make sure your customers understand that your product or service will have an immediate and strong effect: it will have impact! 

Naturally such an important and effective word as impact cannot be limited to a single use, as a noun. No, if something can have an impact, then it must be able to impact other things. Now to be fair, impact has been in use as a verb for a long time—apparently since its introduction into English in the 17th century, going by my dictionary. But the Microsoft style guidelines (as a purely non-random example) have been quite clear on the matter for at least the past seven years that impact is to be used only as a noun, not as a verb. Of course, nobody reads those guidelines anyhow, and even if they did, they certainly wouldn't let that get in the way of some impactful writing! It's crucial to impact the customer with the most impactful writing so that the sales pitch will have the desired impact. 

I'm certain the problem is obvious, now. By trying so hard to impact customers all the time with impactful writing about the impact they can get from the impactive products or services they're selling, impact itself is losing its impact. So today I would like to propose that marketing writers adopt a new term into their vocabulary: kaboom. KABOOM! It's much more than just an impact—it's explosive! Think of the kaboom that customers could get by using the kaboomful products or services to kaboom their productivity issues, for example. The kaboomfulability of kaboom to bring new levels of kaboomfulness to marketing writing so that it kabooms the customer much better than impact could ever impact them should be clear. Think of all the leverage you'd get by leveraging kaboo—hey wait. Leverage. Now there's a word that's getting tired too. And really, it's kind of dry and spineless and corporate sounding, isn't it? We need a word with some sweaty oomph to show people that you really mean it when you're using something, and leverage just doesn't have that. Might I suggest… manhandling?


*Not to mention the real reason is probably that most of them don't understand the different meanings and usage of "affect" and "effect".
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Missing two days in a row was partly an accident. I was home from trivia early enough on Tuesday to get a quick post done, but LiveJournal was down—they've been suffering a lot of denial-of-service attacks lately. Yesterday I simply didn't have time in the afternoon or evening to write, as I was at KEXP for my intern work in the afternoon and then over at Tony's for gaming in the evening. I think I'll have to start making a point of posting early on Tuesdays and Wednesdays—after midnight, before I go to bed—because between the evening activities and having to travel home from Capitol Hill afterward, there's just no way for me to reliably post on those evenings. 

Of course, after two days you might think I'd actually be prepared with some topic more interesting than my difficulties in finding time to post. But no. The thing is, I've got some work to get done, so I don't want to spend a while writing. Actually, it looks like I may have a busy weekend too, so I'll have to stay aware of that and get some posts done early. Maybe I'll switch to mornings for a bit, that would at least push me toward being focused and writing quickly, as I'll want to move on to other things. Anyhow, Windows has booted now, so I can start working.
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I'm all caught up on my concert reviews! It's about time.

I'm way behind on the monthly list, though—once again, I've barely touched any of it, and I'm expecting to be busy with other things in the next couple days so that I won't get any of those items done. Maybe on Thursday I can tackle a couple things, it depends on whether work that I was expecting to start showing up yesterday actually starts coming in by then.

I'm also behind on dungeon preparation. I've been excited about Dungeon World, I've had a lot of neat ideas about the Seattle/Cetak setting, I've enjoyed playing Dungeon World, I had a good time running Dungeon World over Christmas using the "Purple Worm Graveyard" dungeon that Tony created… but when it comes down to it, I don't actually like preparing to run games (or even doing between-session character preparation if I'm a player). This is a serious problem, because I also can't run games off the top of my head without having something prepared. Well that's not quite true, as I've done it successfully on a few occasions, but most of the time I just freeze up, unable to articulate any ideas or make decisions on the spot about what I should present for the adventure. I think I get the most fun just dreaming up setting ideas; it's more about the creative writing than anything else. In the short term, I'm sure what to do: I offered to run a game, I have to spend some time right now preparing to do so tomorrow night, and fortunately I do actually have some idea of what I want to do, I just have to spend the time jotting down the ideas and getting the game stats and such. In the long term, I don't know; maybe I just shouldn't run games.

Anyhow, that'll do for today's journal entry; I've got a game to prepare.
I've been busy catching up on the concert reviews, and I'm really close to done now—I've just got one more from last month, the Hotels CD release show, and then two for this month and I'm done. It'll be funny to be caught up again, I actually wonder now what will I write about. I haven't written any Dungeon World-related stuff in a while—or even thought much about it, which is bad as I'm supposed to start running a game of it tomorrow—and I can get back to that, for one thing. And I'll have the usual stuff about my life, although I do want to avoid going back into a series of "ugh, not getting things done" posts (which means I have to do something about that).

But I think doing all these music posts at once emphasizes how much of my life revolves around music. Maybe I'll need to branch out and start talking about albums, not just live performances. When I'm not listening to KEXP, I tend to listen to my own music on random shuffle, which is great for variety but means that I tend to not become very familiar with the new albums I buy. So going back to review albums would get me to listen to some of them a few more times. Another thing I keep thinking of doing is going through the catalogues of some well-known musicians with whom I feel I ought to be more familiar—David Bowie for example, or something challenging for me like Public Enemy. That's more work since it means finding what I can dig up at the library and managing to get copies, or sometimes maybe finding all the individual songs on YouTube or something (not file-sharing though, I just refuse to bother with any of that stuff). I suppose it doesn't always have to be the full back catalogue, it could just be key albums; that at least would help me to tackle the challenge. Anyhow, something to think about.
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I think the worst part of writing at the end of the day is the scramble for something to say. I was at Caffe Ladro earlier, for about an hour or so, and I was trying to write a review of the new Hotels CD, On the Casino Floor. But I wasn't able to get my thoughts in order during that time; I have some idea of what I want to say, but I didn't get very far even with a draft during that time. So then I came home, put stuff away, fed the cat, and now I've sat down to get today's journal entry done. I wanted the album review to be that entry, but it's not ready. So instead I'm spending this last half-hour before midnight trying to come up with something else to write in a short time, and that's what I don't like—although I have been happy with some of the entries I've written in such time constraints.

I don't really want to switch to writing in the morning. First, I'm generally slow enough to get my day going, I don't want to add that requirement to it, especially as I think that'll just make me unhappy about having to write. Second, sometimes I have a topic that needs more than just a half-hour or so, and I'm more likely to have that extra time to spare in the evening, rather than during the day when I'm supposed to be getting work done. Third, Nimiel usually demands a lot of attention in the morning, whereas at night she'll generally let me sit and do my stuff.

Today, I got up late. I went to KEXP and did my intern work for the afternoon, then stayed for a short review of the tally system for the upcoming membership drive. I went to the Red Door in Fremont to meet my friend and neighbor Garwood, up from his current L.A. home for a visit. And then to Caffe Ladro to attempt to write the album review. Not much happened today to give me an easy topic to write in a half-hour, hence the scramble, and what's essentially another filler post. Well, there's tomorrow: I'm going to see Man or Astro-Man?, which should be a blast. For now, I'll put this post up, and then I think I'll give another try at banging out the album review, so that can be tomorrow's post, up early rather than late.
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I really need to make some time to get the rest of the 2010 concert summaries or reviews written. I've forgotten a lot of details, and in several cases I just have the list of bands that played anyhow, so I should be done with that. Plus, I want to be writing about the shows I'm currently seeing. I started writing about seeing Unwoman again, when she performed on January 1, and haven't finished yet because I put it aside when I needed to look up some of her songs so I could write coherently about the show. I'm not happy I did that, because now it's six weeks later and I wanted that one done while it was still fresh in my mind. And now I want to write about seeing Gang of Four last night, but I want to get the Unwoman write-up done first. I did just skip ahead to write about Dancing on the Valentine, but I knew I'd only have a sentence or two at most to say about each band, since it was a tribute concert. Also, I've got a bunch of other shows coming up soon, including one I'll be reviewing for KEXP, so that's another reason to get these done.

Of course, now I've got another work project to do—which certainly is a very good thing—so that means I'll end up deferring the music writing and several other things until the paid work is done. I think maybe one thing I have to do is simply short-circuit my thought processes about what's top priority, since I've still been avoiding some of the stuff that I think is the most important for me to get done, and just tackle some of the other things even if they're not what I "should" be getting done first. Reading that book on time management clearly ought to be the top priority…
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I didn't really intend to devote this whole week to Dungeon World posts. It's a convenient topic to write about when I have little time, it's more interesting than talking about how I have little time and how I didn't do all the things I feel I need to do, and I am still hoping to start running a game of Dungeon World soon, perhaps as soon as next week, so it's useful preparatory work. But I will return to other topics soon, I promise you. 

Also, I've been remiss so far about pointing you to the source of Dungeon World. When I first wrote some thoughts on magic in D&D and how that related to Tony's Apocalypse World hack "Apocalypse D&D", I did include a link to the discussion forum for his hack, hosted on the Apocalypse World forums. Since then, however, Sage and Adam have taken Tony's initial work and run like mad with it, doing an amazing job of fleshing out the character classes and gradually filling in the other details to help people run the game, moving towards a stand-alone work rather than just a supplement for Apocalypse World. They have been calling their version of the hack "Dungeon World", which is the name I've been using since before I started to detail my Chiaroscuro/Setak/Seattle setting, and you can find the current version of the PDF on Sage's site, as well as occasional entries about it on his blog.

There is at least one already-published game setting also called "Dungeon World", and I had the vague impression that that name was also already in use in the area of electronic/console games, so I expect that if they ever do offer it as a stand-alone product for sale, they'll have to change its name first. However, I'm amused and surprised and pleased to find that Sage's site is currently the top Google search result for "Dungeon World". I think he and Adam are doing really great work and deserve a lot of attention for this. And I'm not just saying that because Sage had some nice words for the posts I've made so far about the Setak setting.

Thanks everyone for your interest, comments (on Facebook), and support.

This is how a lot of my ideas for background and setting material occur: spontaneously. I'll be doing something like making dinner, maybe idly fretting a bit about how I don't have enough time tonight to complete the work I still have to do, and suddenly I'm thinking:

You can't truly put an object (a being) into stasis, remove it from the flow of time, because if you did then you'd have no way to ever retrieve it—if you're inside time, you can't touch something outside it. You'd have to tether the object, maintain some connection to things in the normal flow of time. But it seems like that would be very draining if you tethered it to yourself. Rather, what you'd do is tether it to something like a stone, something that resists change and endures for a very long time. So even though the tethered object wouldn't be outside the flow of time, it would change at a greatly reduced rate, being largely unaffected by the normal passage of time. An ordinary stone would probably do, but a gold object or a valuable gem would probably be better only because those endure even longer; it may depend on how slowly you want the effective passage of time to be. 

I realized as I was writing that out that I'm essentially copying the idea from the fantasy novel Silverthorn by Raymond E. Feist, although he doesn't use the idea of tethering the object being put in stasis to a durable object such as a stone; in his novel it's just a magic ritual (though it does use a physical wax seal as a sort of anchor). Also in Feist's setting, magic also allows travel forward and backward through time, but I'm thinking more along the lines of the Ars Magica RPG, in which it's a fact of the setting that magic—at least the Hermetic system of magic practiced by the characters—cannot affect time, cannot change the past and can only affect the future by changing things and events in the present. 

Another follow-up thought I had while writing that out is to wonder whether the reason some fantasy races are so long-lived is because their spirits are naturally tethered in some fashion to enduring things. Dwarves of course would be tethered to the stone of the mountains they live in, elves could be tethered to the trees, and so forth. Of course in most versions of standard D&D, while dwarves live a few hundred years, elves can live two or three times that, up to a thousand years or so; yes, trees can live for thousands of years, but one would still expect dwarves to outlive elves if they were tethered to rock rather than trees. In any case, this concept gives an added nuance to the behavior of dragons: they covet and hoard gold and gems because those perpetuate the dragon's life. Scattering the hoard would be very important to ensure that the dragon is truly slain.

This gives me some neat ideas; hopefully I'll get to work them into a game someday.
Recently I was asked whether I ever find editing work tedious. Although it's not exciting to go through a document and just insert and remove commas as appropriate, which sometimes is all a document needs, it still engages my critical and analytical skills to ensure the text is correct, and it's satisfying to know when I'm done that the document is now correct. It can be a little tedious having to make the same corrections repeatedly, but not so much that I ever feel sick of editing as a profession. What I do find tiresome, though, is finding in a later draft that someone has rejected my corrections and reinstated the incorrect text. It's very vexing.

Here's an example from the document I'm currently working on. In the previous draft, I standardized a set of subheadings to use parallel structure, meaning that each one used the same format, in this case an imperative statement: "do this." "Understand the impact," "provide [stuff]," "deliver through [this approach]." (Note that I'm paraphrasing these to maintain some pretense of confidentiality, because it's a draft.) One of these headings said, "Current resources are probably not best suited to deliver [stuff]," which clearly does not fit the pattern; it's a declarative statement, it simply says, "this is the case," rather than saying, "(you, the reader, should) do this." So I reworded the heading to say, "Use a dedicated resource, not your current one"—which arguably may not be the best rewording, but it does follow the pattern and could easily be adjusted while staying parallel with the other headings. I also included a comment explaining why I was making this change. Thus, it's exasperating to get back the current draft and find that someone accepted all of the other heading changes I made, so that they're using a parallel imperative structure ("do this"), but restored this particular heading to its cumbersome original version, which is clearly inconsistent with the rest. Now I have to make the change again, and explain it again, and it's likely that it will still end up in this inconsistent state in the final version. 

Here's another, much shorter, example, of a typical problem I'm constantly facing: the tendency of writers to unnecessarily capitalize certain terms, job titles in particular. In the previous draft, I corrected "Distributors and Large Account Resellers" to "distributors and large account resellers." Those terms do not need to be capitalized any more than one would capitalize "doctors" or "garbage collectors" or "insurance salesmen." And yet, in the current draft, there they are mis-capitalized once again.

Editing is not tedious for me. Dealing with persistent problems and recalcitrant writers, however, often irritates and frustrates me. You're paying me for my expert knowledge of English usage, do not turn around and dismiss my carefully-explained corrections.
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Sometimes, the longer I sit here, the harder it becomes to write.

Looks like this will be another filler post. I'm still pretty tired, presumably from the combination of having a cold and traveling, so I don't want to write anything long. I did feel somewhat better today, after spending a good 13 hours or so sleeping last night and this morning, but I still found myself feeling pretty tired even early this evening. Sitting here trying to write doesn't help, either.

I've realized too that I'll probably have to start making posts early in the day, as I can expect to be busy at least several evenings while I'm home, due to hanging out with friends. I don't particularly want to post early, as I feel I need to make an effort to take care of some other business during the day too, but it's the only way I can be sure to get things done. I may just devote myself to writing all the archive concert summaries and reviews I haven't done, since that will remove the trouble of thinking up topics and also meet one of my goals. 

For now, off to bed.
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Big ideas need time to come together, more time than I have.

Little ideas are fleeting and scattered, hard to catch and set down.

So I sit down, coming to writing a bit later than I'd intended, closer to midnight. More often than not, it's close to midnight. Sometimes close to midnight is a quarter-hour. Sometimes close to midnight is an hour, or even two. The size of the idea determines how close it is to midnight, but how close it is to midnight also determines the size of the idea that is written. 

Topics are easier and harder than ideas. Not that ideas aren't topics, or topics ideas. But the distinction here is that topics are forethoughts, ideas I've already caught and prepared to write about. Topics are hey my knee is healed, or the next chapter of cosmology, or the concert I saw recently (which reminds me: need to wrap up the 2009 concerts at least, before 2010 ends). Ideas are, it's time to sit down and get today's journal entry written before midnight occurs, so, what's on my mind, what sounds interesting, what do I feel like. 

So I sit down, and: Doom, the world's running out of everything and we have too many people and it's all going to be horrible; no, not enough time for that. "Ordinary Days", a fiction series I want to start; but I don't actually have any story or character ideas yet, just a title and a vague sense of it being post-apocalyptic urban fantasy. What was that other thing that came up in conversation this afternoon, that I thought would also be a good story/essay series? Can't remember. Ummm… KEXP's new digs, again no time and half-formed ideas. Maybe a follow-up on how it's already difficult to stick to using my time better, what with so much stuff going on this week right before I leave for Christmas, but don't really want to write about that.

And so I end up with this kind of meta-topic, writing about trying to write. And that fills up the quarter-hour I left myself to get something written. Well, it's kind of interesting, at least.
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I called my friend Doug in Boston tonight to catch up with him and talk about plans for Christmas, since I'll be there next week. I should've made a post earlier, since I knew I'd be on the phone for a few hours and didn't think I'd have even this five minutes to make a post. But I was out doing work this afternoon, and then had a condo board meeting, and then made dinner. So I didn't really have time to write then. And now I'm just filling in a quick note of no consequence whatsoever. Which I don't like doing, as I've posted about before. But I also don't like seeing days with no posts, since I committed to posting daily as an exercise in discipline, as well as opportunities to develop my own writing. And so the result is this kind of thing. Tomorrow I should have time for something of a little more substance. I want to write some more about the cosmology thing, but haven't had time to shape my thoughts about it. And now I don't have any more time to write, I've got about a minute left to post. The end.
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