Anodyne
Thursday, April 15, 2010
 

Dwarf Fortress

Single-player massively complicated fantasy role-playing game with realistic weather, geology, and ASCII art.

If I was still 13 years old, I'd probably be really good at this.

"The combat model uses skills, body parts, individual tissues, material properties, wrestling, charging and dodging between squares, bleeding, pain, nausea, various poison effects and much more.

A dynamic weather model tracks wind, humidity and air masses to create fronts, clouds, rain storms and blizzards.

Over two hundred rock and mineral types are incorporated into the world, placed in their proper geological environments."

(Check out this player, who's converted his dwarf fortress into a fully functional Turing machine)
 

He's Not Gary

This particular dialogue happened a few weeks back and I've been turning it over in my mind ever since. Probably funnier if you live in Vancouver and know the protagonists.

RODNEY GRAHAM [at PFB counter]: Thanks CJB!

[exits; beat]

YOUNG WHITE HIPSTER: He's pretty light!

CJB: Huh?

YWH: Don't you know who that was?

CJB: Sure.

YWH: Stan Douglas. That guy's all about race, but he's so light he can pass.

CJB: Uh, no, that wasn't--

YWH: Stan Douglas, man. Half black.

CJB: Uh, no.

YWH: Yes. I heard about it down at Emily Carr.

Which brings to mind the old question, "Who is to blame?" Many of my friends would say, "the art school," but I choose to blame the pungent cloud of cannabis sativa surrounding YWH in its warm and loving arms.
 

Canyonlands

To the southwest for two weeks with Sam and D., good companions in solitude. Despite this digital scrapbook I'm not really a people person; my ideal job consists of sitting in a room with the window open and the door closed, reading and writing and thinking with the cat nearby, or moving, preferably unobserved, through the world with my camera, looking for things-in-themselves (q.v. Lee Friedlander's "nervous hunting of a one-eyed cat").

I haven't been to Utah or Colorado since 1998, the year I cashed out my retirement savings and went to Arizona to buy the books that eventually became PFB's initial shelf stock. But I always associate the lengthening days and the strong, equal light with a sense of freedom. Of beginning again, and moving along.

So: Washington, Oregon, Idaho, Nevada, Utah, maybe Colorado, Utah again, Nevada, California and home, with Rose T. Cat and Scat riding shotgun.

Back soon.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
 

Crack Shack or Mansion?

(via everybody)
Monday, April 12, 2010
 

The Greatest
Words and music by Chan Marshall

Once I wanted to be the greatest
No wind or waterfall could stall me
And then came the rush of the flood
Stars of night turned deep to dust

Melt me down
Into big black armor
Leave no trace of grace
Just your honor
Lower me down
To culprit south
Make 'em wash a space in town
For the lead
And the dregs of my bed
I've been sleepin'
Lower me down
Pin me in
Secure the grounds
For the later parade

Once I wanted to be the greatest
Two fists of solid rock
With brains that could explain
Any feeling

Lower me down
Pin me in
Secure the grounds
For the lead
And the dregs of my bed
I've been sleepin'
For the later parade

Once I wanted to be the greatest
No wind or waterfall could stall me
And then came the rush of the flood
Stars of night turned deep to dust
 

"Fun for cats! PLEASE NOTE - cats may need your help to build the models."
 



Spoorloos, 1988, dir. George Sluzier.
 

"Snell’s law describes how light rays bend when they pass from air into water, as they do when shining into a swimming pool. Light moves more slowly in water, much like the hiker in the snow, and it bends accordingly to minimize its travel time. Similarly, light also bends when it travels from air into glass or plastic as it refracts through your eyeglass lenses.

The eerie point is that light behaves as if it were considering all possible paths and automatically taking the best one. Nature. . .somehow knows calculus."

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