November 28, 2007
I’m working on something completely unrelated, and it’s funny that this happened, but I just thought of variations on Scrabble to mix things up a bit. You know how so many of even the more traditional “board games” have gone the way of an electronic interface… and then how at least some of the advantage frequent players have is in their feel and familiarity of bonus tiles? Well, what if the board itself was randomized at the start of each game rather than always maintining the classic configuration?
Wouldn’t that be wild?
I think it could be named something like, “Psycho Scrabble.” Or “Psycho Przybysz’s Scrabble.” (I’m sure I could come up with a better name if I experienced playing it.)
Other wild and crazy things could happen throughout the game, too. This is just the tip of the ink pen.
November 27, 2007
Been caught shopping. I pulled into a parking spot and belatedly noticed it had a sign posted that wasn’t obviously for a disabled parking spot. I figured it was probably for pregnant women. I’m happy to note I was wrong. It really was for ME:
“RESERVED FOR THE SUPER STAR OF THE MONTH”
November 26, 2007
I’ve got a backblog of material/posts, but in the meantime I feel compelled to recommend a grand read:
The Short Bus: A Journey Beyond Normal, by Jonathan Mooney.
I’m only about a third of the way into it, yet there are so many facets to compliment already. There are TONS of subtle (and many not-so-subtle) gems throughout.
For now: I thoroughly appreciate how seamlessly Mooney weaves experiential tangents into the narrative. Yet there’s so much more. Like I said: TONS.
You really should read it.
* pg. 93
“Can we measure the health of our society by the number of freaks walking the street?” –Jonathan Mooney**
** not even close to the best quotation in the book, but relevant to frog theme and my repeated references to indicator species, as well as a few boatloads of connected themes and perspectives.
November 17, 2007
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, My Boyz
“See it and bee it, baby!”
The only Open-Captioned movie I saw, first-run, at a theater in 2007. I am related to a couple master Skill Crane operators. Hence, the Bart Simpson in Party Posse attire.
November 16, 2007
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Courtesy of http://www.EmergencyEmail.ORG
“SNOW WINDING DOWN.
THE LAST IN A SERIES OF WEATHER SYSTEMS FOR THE TIME BEING WILL WEAKEN & SHIFT RAPIDLY EASTWARD ACROSS THE AREA AFTER MIDNIGHT BRINGING AN END TO THE HEAVY SNOW WHICH HAS PUMMELED THE AREA TODAY & TONIGHT.”
Excellent use of the word “pummeled.”
(This is outdated; we may get flurries this weekend.)
November 6, 2007
There were about twenty election workers in the cramped hallway of the church. No line when I entered, although a few voters arrived after me. I do miss the West Side Democratic Club. Paparazzi were absent this time, but it was nice to avoid the driving time today/this week.
I verbally self-identified as late-deafened, which I clarified as “you know, I can’t hear to understand what you are saying.” They continued to mumble. So be it, I was in a mellow mood and figured I’d be corrected if I did something wrong. I just did what I thought I was supposed to do… and you know how you tend to rush a bit when you’re unsure of yourself. I’ll have to practice the look-like-I-know-what-I’m-doing-even-when-I-don’t. I didn’t prepare myself mentally to do that today. I think it’s natural for a select group of individuals, but it takes a great deal of finesse for me to pull off seamlessly.
When I fed my ballot into the scanner, I saw the count, but it didn’t change after I was looking, so I assumed I looked too late, said another thank you to the crowd, and headed out the door. I didn’t get a sticker and probably seemed like I was rushing out, but it was just kinda weird. I don’t know what kind of operation they’re running. I did leave with a self-generated sense of goodwill towards the volunteers.
November 6, 2007
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This week is, gratefully, a packed one. In a good way. In the best way. I’m still wading through literature in prep for this weekend, but I’m looking forward to a return to the presentation role. And meeting folks and exploring potentials at a practical and realistic level that remains positive, thanks to available interpretive lenses. (It’s nice how things are realistic by default once they’ve been lived.) Not to get ahead of myself, but I view this as a step closer to resuming a related trajectory.
This week’s work is a springboard for more structured writing, too. (Not that I’ve ever gotten the unstructured stuff where it deserves to be… just not enough time on the desktop and the html editor has vanished from mobile WP and I’m too lazy to type out commands like it’s 1994. Still. Oh well. It’s all about balance and priorities. And accumulating process/experience/processing experiences, even if Lloyd would phrase it differently. And it all intersects anyway.)
I didn’t used to think much about the biologically-induced interruptions in learning processes. It seemed like a cop-out (when applied to me, by myself; I leave plenty of leeway for others’ experiences) and, for the most part, we were able to minimize the effect. Or at least I thought so at the times. (Maybe I just camouflaged it using adaptive strategies.) It’s hit me more at the post-M.A. stage, but I think that’s just a multiplicative effect on what most doctoral students encounter. Nothing special or extraordinary, really. (Worsening symptoms don’t help, but I missed the loop to forestall the negative feedback cycle, even if that was also etiologically-induced (via communicative factors), and that sort of thing could happen to anyone). I honestly thought I could still work various plans. In any case, I remain both patient and active, and my engine’s running.
Time to dust off many cobwebs. It’s going very well so far. And yes, everyday interactions have fueled a great deal of all this. All those contrasts continue to gain saliency.
In a way, I’m starting over, again again, but with the benefit of having visited previously and being aware of how much more I want to explore. The need to fill gaps.
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