Day three

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Holy shit, I made it through day three.

I’m not feeling particularly creative lately & plugging away at these projects has already become a bit of a chore because — holy fuck the world is burning I just want to lay in bed and scream most of the time.

But I’m getting through it & just finishing the Twine project alone would be a huge win. I’ve been trolling my friends with pieces of that story for months, but didn’t realize what a huge undertaking it was. I’m guessing I will have close to 100 individual sections by the time I’m through.

Anyway, onto today’s work…

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Day two

Me before I got locked down in a country with a failing, decaying, for-profit medical system — imagine how blasphemous I am feeling now.

Hey, I’m still rolling with this writing challenge shit. Not giving up just yet!

Today our governor, Jay Inslee, extended the “Stay home, stay healthy” restrictions (a fluffy, upbeat shelter in place order) through May 4. So, it seems I’ve little better to do for the rest of the month.

While Seattle is slowing down, it seems like eastern Washington is gearing up. And while it pains me to say it — I expect it will be a lot worse here because the few times I have gone out to pick up groceries I was really annoyed at what I saw. People are out everywhere acting as if nothing is wrong — heavy traffic, crowded sidewalks, huge groups of people clustered together without even homemade masks…

Hopefully, I’m just being a joyless asshole, but I have a nagging feeling I’m not and there will be real hell to pay for this.

Anyway, onward to the art that shall distract me from the misery of it all…

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Day one

I’m all about fighting the darkness w pickles & questionable “art.”

It’s April 1st, the first day of National Poetry Writing Month, National Poetry Month, & Camp NaNoWriMo.

I plan to write daily posts — *slaps roof of blog* this baby can fit so much weird laugh-crying, is this art? But is it, motherfucker?

Luckily, I can’t tag art decider in here, but I can make myself post every day even if all I offer is a whiny admission that brain no worky & a short ramble about a piece of work I like much more than my own.

My plan is to have structured posts sharing a favorite piece of poetry & a quick paragraph or two about how the piece affected me personally; my own daily efforts for the NaPoWriMo program; and if applicable, a quick ramble about other shit I did to pad my camp count.

So without further bullshit, let’s roll into today’s selections…

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National hole up in your office & write while weeping month

I’m a barely-cohesive mess at times, but here we go… It’s almost April & Camp NaNoWriMo/National Poetry Writing Month are upon us.

As long as I don’t have another digestive episode* or get the damn virus, I will be writing and weeping along with you all.

I’m going to follow along with NaPoWriMo, continue editing “Created,” & continue working on my non-linear hell trio bit & record my cumulative word count.

I’ve set up my profile on NaNoWriMo & writing buddies are welcomed.

I’m hoping to hit 20k overall. I decided to keep my goal lower than a typical camp run because a) I’m also working on a few art & music projects that I can’t track and b) it’s the middle of a fucking pandemic.

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Portlantic City: Session one rundown, part 2

The quartered doughnuts have been gobbled and the ceiling full of stars has abducted a party member, but the game continues.

This is the second first session run down post. To read from the beginning check out, Portlantic City: Session one rundown, part 1.

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Throwback: Revisiting a prose poem I wrote in 2017

When I wrote “Love Song for the New Order” I was aware of its spice.

The poem came as the result of a conversation I had with friends about a news story involving a neo-Nazi being punched in the face on the street.

My initial response was LOL because I was unsupervised on the internet for most of my formative years and I’m hardly housebroken. But as we talked they brought up some good points.

I think I ended that part of the conversation by blushing and saying, of course you’re right. And they were.

But then I did as I do, I thought about it. A lot.

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Portlantic City, session one: DM’s materials

Here are some of the clippings from my Dr. Marc Dresden case file on Bannock’s lookout. Peruse at your own risk…

Newspaper clipping #1

That first sentence, MAN!

PORTLANTIC CITY — Mr. Hank Franklin, of Portlantic City’s Newbury neighborhood, has reported that his family farm is short three heads of cattle and a rather nice wood bucket they purchased from a mustachioed craftsman at the Saturday market three months ago. The livestock and bucket were reported missing this Friday morning.

“I was just using the bucket yesterday,” Franklin laments. “T’was holding the filth I was cleanin’ out of old Betsy’s pen.” He reports it was a good, sturdy bucket and he’s always had good luck with goods produced by men with voluminous facial hair.

Police Chief Jerkin reports no major leads in the theft as of this afternoon. A statement released by the Portlantic City Police Department Friday assesses the theft to be an isolated event.

“We always encourage folks to lock up their valuables,” Constable Frank Hanklin said between gulps of coffee during a face-to-face interview at Nancy’s Cafe in downtown Portlantic City. “Never good to leave things out where ne’er do wells can get at ‘em. I done told ol’ Hank, he’s my cousin you know, but he likes to show folks how good he’s doing. Vanity comes at a price.”

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Portlantic City: Session one rundown, part 1

I worked my ass off on this campaign & didn’t even stack the courts to steal an election, please clap.

We completed our first official session of the Portlantic City Call of Cthulhu game Sunday.

I have a handful of issues, technical and storytelling, that I’m going to be working on before our next session — 1.5, a case wrapup and mini adventure — in March.

Overall, I think we managed it. So, our adventure went like this…

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Ukulele serenade series: “I Wasn’t Prepared”

This is part of a daily uke notation series released in advance of Valentine’s Day 2020. I have plans to do this in advance of other holidays and sabats, so if you have recommendations please let me know.

This shall be the last shout into this particular void.

For me this song has the same vibe as Faith No More’s “From Out of Nowhere” or KMFDM’s “Oh My Goth,” but adapts easily to a simple ukulele/voice set up.

It’s the wanting that draws me in & makes “I Wasn’t Prepared” perfect as my final selection for this series.

Off of Eisley’s 2005 release “Room Noises,” “I Wasn’t Prepared” can be played with a few chords and sounds beautiful with a sparse arrangement.

The vocals are a little challenging — probably more fitting for folx working with a soprano range — but there’s a lot of fun to be had in the attempt.

As usual, we’re working with a concert ukulele tuned to GCEA.

So, let’s get into the chords.

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Ukulele serenade series: “Gunning Down Romance”

This is part of a daily uke notation series released in advance of Valentine’s Day 2020. I have plans to do this in advance of other holidays and sabats, so if you have recommendations please let me know.

As far as ’90s pop is concerned, Savage Garden did a lot of things right. Yes, there were some really bad aspects to ’90s pop music, but for the most part, I found the music that came from the Australian duo genuine and palatable.

“Love feels good and I want it pumped directly into my veins but ALSO FUCK THE UNIVERSE WHY AM I AN ANXIETY APE?”

Although this moody number off of 1999’s Affirmation is not my typical jam, it’s stuck with me for several reasons.

Lyrically, the song marries an aching sense of longing with an underlying feeling of existential dread — it’s skillful, deliberate, and effective. Love is science and we are needlessly complicated monkeys AND GODDAMN IT I WANT IT ANYWAY.

With a few minor adjustments, it’s a very comfortable song to sing for mezzo (second soprano) and alto voices.

The notation I based my version on had a few problems and I ended up cutting quite a bit out because it wasn’t working elegantly with the pared down uke/voice set-up I was envisioning. But I had a lot of fun messing around with it.

As usual, we’re working with a concert ukulele tuned to GCEA.

So, let’s get into the chords.

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