The title of this post is also the title of an album by HEM. It’s kinda old but it’s good, especially the song Half Acre.
Anyways, I’m back at school and my schedule is pretty intense but also awesome, and I love my classes and yes I am a hopeless nerd thankyouverymuch.
Also, I have the same length stride as my Physics prof. In case you wanted to know that.
Now I have much reading to do and so I leave thee, with naught but a picture to annoy thee.
My new camera arrived late on Thursday!! It…is…gorgeous. For reals. It’s a Canon EOS Rebel T2i…
Really, I’m in love with it, I pretty much slept with it beside the bed on Thursday night… *awkward turtle* Haha. I’ve been a little trigger (shutter) happy lately as a result, and combined with a couple days off the computer… you have this! An inundation of pictures… Next post coming soon… I have to take a walk every day and so I have some resulting pictures of our park.
Gah. Like for reals. I love this camera.
Love is not affectionate feeling, but a steady wish for the loved person’s ultimate good as far as it can be obtained. – C.S. Lewis
- I went to college eight hours away from home.
- Shortly before that, I graduated from high school (and had to take my own senior pictures…)
- College was simultaneously the most fun and the most hellish thing I’ve ever been through.
- I spent a lot of time in thought-roller-coasters.
- I played with light.
- I went to Colorado, my favorite place on earth.
- I read a LOT of books…
- I started my second flickr.
- I came home.
- I stayed up late a lot.
- I cut my hair, muchly and often.
- I became part of a community.
- I learned to do levitation pictures while petsitting.
- I took all of my pictures on a point-and-shoot. Yup.
- I became honest with myself…in many ways.
- My brain exploded.
- I enjoyed the last of my high school days with my good friends.
- I started taking pictures for the first time, privately. For me, for nobody else.
- I came to terms with my blood conditions.
- I battled depression.
- I took 100 pictures in 100 days. This was the last.
- I competed for a full-ride scholarship at my school.
- I took some straight-off-the-camera shots that were really just lucky breaks but kept the magic alive.
- I got broken, fixed, re-broken, re-fixed, re-re-broken… you get the idea.
- I found a passion. Oh man oh man oh man.
- I spent WAY too many hours on GIMP.
- I came home and started taking pictures again after a long hiatus.
- I was very tired and usually sick.
- I had a lot of rough nights.
- But I remained just as much a sarcasm-speaking, movie-quoting, face-making, fun-loving dork as ever.
“CACIQUE M03 skeleton warriors face masks and protection comes from the conception of death-head bone…It can effectivly prevent from attacking by BB bomb…It is main used in field operations, military training and opera action…CACIQUE makes war esthetics within touching range.”
These are instructions that came with a mask the could be used underneath safety glasses while playing airsoft, etc… It looks like the lower half of a skull. In case you were wondering whenever you run into your “enimies” here are the…
Rules for choosing shooting position:
- Not leave shadow on some thin-color building.
- Choose closed or unclosed window for shooting according different situations; try to avoid think in one way.
- Try to make the exposed time shortest.
- Those shielding objects which can be useful at the lower position may be no use at a higher place.
- Shooting from behind the wall, soldiers should take wall as shield objects. The wall is on the left or right side. Not streek on the top of wall.
- The right way for shooting from window is like this. Keep an certain distance to the window, squat or half-squat, try to reduce exposed parts, shooting at one side of window. Don’t shoot antomatically.
And always remember! “Masks which made in common materials is easy to be broken, hurt and cause in sharpen pieces under standard weight and hurt then hurt people.” That’s a lot of hurt.
Not bring you any message of extreme importance, really… Just your normal post!
Anyways… I’m still working on writing, though I’m into a lot of research at the moment. I’m rehashing Project Orion as a potential basis for some technology, working out the politics of the kind of people who would USE that kind of power… applying my Engineering-problem-solving brain haha. I’m thinking a lot about diamagnetic levitation and superconducting magnets as well… And I’m going back into that dream-idea I’d had and remembering what all went on in it…
Something I find really refreshing in a story–and really fun to create–is a set of slang and jargon words, abbreviations and styles of speech that the characters use. You’ll notice, among the technicians, technologists, and engineers working on 4A, there’s a lot of slang. “Freshies” for the new recruits, “scratch” for actual problem work, etc. In Academia Oneira, there are various terms for the medium, also called “the jack,” or the one “under the plug.” I think details like that and little histories inserted into the story give it a lot more life.
I’m also thinking about fiction versus nonfiction… Something I’ve experienced personally at least, is that much more communication goes on between reader and writer in a fiction context than in a nonfiction book. Maybe this is because the best way to communicate is, in fact, to show rather than tell. There are issues with interpretation, yes, but then again people argue about the interpretation of syllogised non-fic books as well!
Maybe it just appeals to the reader’s conceit, though… reading fiction, you can kinda get a sense of pride from getting meaning out of the text… Or the keys that the writer puts into your head lead you to “figure it out” or “think about it” on your own. Which is always pleasant.
I wonder how much of that is really intentional? In my experience, not much at all! I don’t sit down and say, I’ll put THESE big underlying themes into my books! This is why fiction writing is such a powerful medium–and a dangerous one in the wrong hands. Whatever the writer believes WILL work its way into the writing, at the very root and fabric of the words. You can’t escape it, and you can’t “read just for entertainment” and think that it doesn’t get into your head as well. Good writing may even be less proper sentence structure and good plot twists… and more just having a well-developed and deep-delving mind behind the story itself…