extemporaneous

extemporaneous ek-stem-puh-RAY-nee-us, adjective:

1. Composed, performed, or uttered on the spur of the moment, or without previous study; unpremeditated; impromptu.

2. Prepared beforehand but delivered without notes or text.

3. Skilled at or given to extemporaneous speech.

4. Provided, made, or put to use as an expedient; makeshift.

Extemporaneous comes from Late Latin extemporaneous, from Latin ex tempore, “out of time,” therefore “immediately, at the very time the occasion arises.” It is related to temporary, “lasting for a limited time”; contemporary, “belonging to the same time” (con-, “with, together”); and tempo, “the rate or degree of movement in time.”

got up early this morning to walkies, but I’m not quite up to it yet. made it to the gas station and back, but the beach was too much effort for me today, in the tail end of my sick-yuck.

I hope my sweetie’s feeling better… the poor girl’s had to deal with one pesky trouble after another and certainly deserves the weekend to relax and recuperate.

I really want a digicam. That wacky mp3 player one looks like a nice fun gizmo, and cheap too. a nice thing to take with me on outings… there wasn’t anything that called out to me today to take a snapshot of, but I’m sure taking pictures of the airport, or sunrise on the beach would be fun.

Payday. (Last one before the end of the month) That’s something to be happy about… my budgeting is working nicely, building a comfortable little nest egg. when I first started my LJ, I was in financial straits… paying the bills for three grownups as well as myself. Thankfully, they’ve all recovered from the income troubles they were having, and I no longer have to squeak by paycheck to paycheck. I know so many people now that are taking care of adult dependants… Kevin (my boss) with his sisters, nephews and brother in law seems to have it the worst. He’s 33 years old, and is tending to the needs of four adults and three children. I wonder how he manages to keep himself fed, clothed and as stress-free as he does. I know of other folks, even younger, tending to the needs of parents or siblings too… I suppose there’s one caregiver and at least one care-needer in every family. (Poor Kev just is taking up six other folks’ slack)

I found myself thinking of walking with my love, hand in hand…as I’m frequently wont to do…she travels with me in my heart everywhere. thought about swinging arms, and laughing… always makes me walk farther than if I were alone.

just got home.

Going to hit the sack in about 30 min…

I feel like I have too many irons in the fire… stories to write, programs to produce, a Halloween costume to create, skills in assorted areas to polish.

I’ve got mixed feelings, good, that I’m able to produce… but bad that there are only so many hours in the day to create and learn. I suppose that it’s just a matter of prioritizing, and letting things go where they will.

I found out that Karen and Carmen are now so far on the outs, cohabitation is no longer a valid option. 🙁 that’s too bad, because they’re both very nice people. Well, I can only hope that they manage to find more comfortable living arrangements soon.

The cold seems to be abating, anyway. While I was out sick, Ex-bosses son’s wife turned in her resignation, after telling everyone at the company that the ex-boss would be returning in 2 weeks to take over the workplace again. if that happens, the company will fold as a result of the mass exodus of programmer-folk. Nobody is willing to go back to his regime again, after discovering what working for a real corp is like. As a daughter company to Ramada, we’ve been losing money via bad times for travelling. If we got rid of Ex-boss’s son, that’d free up six large figures for the company to use…. he’s the general manager there now, and all he’s generally managing to do is hide in his office behind locked doors, surfing the web for a 5 or less hour day. He recently pointed fingers at me for surfing and working, which was an attempt to remove blame from himself. Now, I’ve got tracking software installed, monitoring everyone’s “surfitude” I’m poisoning the well a little, only surfing LJ or non-cool sites via Mr laptop. (The reason this post is friend’s only… I know Terri reads my journal without a membership via my homepage.)

I’ve since been assured by the powers above that Wally won’t be returning, and Ramada has stated that Wally’s not only not returning, but there’s a restraining order keeping him from the premises. I will withhold taking that as gospel, but give a good 90-95% chance that Wally won’t be returning.

Enough gabbing about work.

Saw the ‘first contact’ episode of enterprise last night (the only episode I’ve seen, save for the pilot.) It wasn’t bad, but there wasn’t too much to it. guy goes over, touches alien, comes back and finds out he’s preggers, then the crew seeks the aliens back out. That’s really about it. I give it a 5 of 10. blah. Nothing counting for it, but not against it, either. I imagine if the next ep I see is the same, I’ll watch it if I see it, but won’t actively seek it out. (sort of as it stands now.)

I really don’t watch much tube, unless my sweetie is around. Current fun is MAD TV, an episode of COPS, adult swim on the cartoon network, or some discovery channel. I’ll tune in for a meal maybe, but I really don’t have anything that I *must see* to the exclusion of something else.

smallville? Mutant X? nah. maybe in reruns A pity they sacked the lone gunmen.

Ah well. going to lay down and read some Dhalgren for a bit before drifting off. say, when did amazon start putting sample pages in the entries? neat! anyhow, I got the book about a year ago, and pulled it out of a book box after my shelves entry. Looks good! *picks up newtie, and heads for bed*

nigh night.

Ugh. Is it rude to mark a person’s resume, correcting the spelling, formatting, and grammatical errors? I’d love to grade some of these for an English class.

We have three really horrid resumes in our ‘for review’ pile…seeing as these are programmers, I’d like to think that they could run it through a spell-check or something. I’m tempted to grade them, and put red marks over the errors, so that they could find a gig somewhere else without the embarrassment. It’s not like English is a second language for them, either. (Those seem to come in formatted correctly… even if it’s the same ol’ Microsoft word ‘resume wizard’ style.) Maybe they had someone type the sheets up, and not proof ’em?

Noir

This is the city: a soot-covered graveyard of a million vanished dreams, with fifty-story headstones rising from the dirt to cast gray shadows on the spirits of the damned; a rat-infested sewer where the law of survival was to kill them before they can kill you, and don’t look too close to what’s on your plate because you may not like it; a gaudy, unwashed, flabby old hooker with a thousands faces, none of them presentable; a prison whose dingy corridors I’ve walked for seventeen long years, trying to sweep just a little of the scum and garbage off the streets… my name’s Kowalski, and I carry a broom.

Horror Writing

I’ve been thinking lately about horror, and about how best to create it in the course of telling a story in some medium. I’ve been aware of this for a while but it’s only recently that I’ve been articulating it to myself. So I thought I’d write it down now while I’m thinking about it again.

The most potent forms of fear are internal. It’s not the adrenaline panic of being ambushed or pursued. It’s the fear your own mind creates out of an ambiguous situation. When you’re alone in a dark house and you think you hear a noise, the fear you feel is what your mind comes up with out of that ambiguity. There’s nothing objectively wrong or threatening. It’s your own mind that threatens you by attempting to map a coherent pattern onto incoherent data.

In role-playing games, I’ve seen this work…especially on the very excitable. Let’s say that you have assembled a set of clues to a mystery. You’re sitting there at the table and nothing in particular is happening, so you’re sifting through these pieces of paper and trying to put it together. Suddenly, you make a connection between the clues and you have a realization. It isn’t spelled out anywhere. There isn’t a sentence you overlooked that explains the mystery. It’s just that you’ve made the connections and suddenly an explanation appears in your mind that’s frightening. You start to panic a little, and you wave your arms or say something to get the attention of the other players, and you start babbling, trying to explain what you’ve just realized. That terror, that sudden vertiginous feeling of plunging into the dark heart of a mystery is a tremendous sensation. It works because you scare yourself, not because the referee scares you outright.

I got an inkling of this idea a long time ago, when I was in high school. There was news of a tropical storm, and the newscaster explained how storms are named alphabetically starting at the first of the year, so the first storm is named something that begins with A and then the second begins with B and so on–Anna, Bartholomew, Cheryl. And I thought: what if you were watching the news and you heard about a tropical storm named Wanda. And it’s just another storm, no big deal, but then you realize that means it’s the 23rd storm of the year, and that’s a weird and terrible thing that there have been so many.

If you want to scare someone in a story, I feel that it’s best if the audience makes a realization that the characters don’t. This may be because you’ve been privy to information they haven’t witnessed, or simply because you’re thinking about things in a way they aren’t. So the story gives you A and B, and you put them together and get C and that’s what scares you.

Good horror storytelling is all about C, I think. I need to cook up a good spooky Halloween story.

purple passage

purple passage (PUR-puhl PAS-ij) noun, also purple patch, purple prose

1. A brilliant passage in an otherwise dull and uninspiring work.

2. A piece of writing marked by ornate, florid style.

[From Latin pannus purpureus (purple patch), a phrase used by poet Horace in his Ars Poetica (The Art of Poetry) to suggest a patch of royal fabric on an ordinary cloth.]

Awake for about 3 hours now.

I’m feeling a bit better, and will be going into work today…but will be careful to keep my distance from Dale, who doesn’t need to be infected by whatever bug I’ve picked up.

I was considering taking Newtie in with me for medicinal purposes, but I’m not back into the groove yet enough to do so.

I remember chatting with and telling her the news as I got it from about being born a year ago today.

8:05p, 10/18/2000
ALEXIS IS HERE!!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALEXIS!!!!

10:25 pm
8 pounds 9 oz
21 inches long

little blonde hair 🙂

CONGRATULATIONS KELLIE AND CHRIS!!

i just talked to mommy and to daddy. kellie was feeding lil wee baby when i called. she’s doing fine and is very happy.

She’s grown remarkably over the last year, and I’m glad she’s a healthy and happy baby!

It’s also ‘s Birthday, and I hope that she has a wonderful one… one of the journalists I enjoy quite a lot.

My Favorite Line From Wizard of Oz

“Come out… come out… where-ever you are. To meet the young la-ady who fell from a star” Glenda was such a cool witch. Seemed like she was out of it the whole time, but then again, she did ride around in a bubble.

Dave might be giving me his old Mac this weekend… which would be very cool for doing development even more cross-platform. Now, I’m thinking about what the Network name on the Hive might be. (Current Network elements are Queen (big Brain), Worker (Lappie), and Drone (Palm).) So far, Pupa was offered, and I like that… but I figure I have until it gets strapped into the network (oh boy! AppleTalk! I haven’t dealt with that in about 2 years…we’ll see how hard or easy it is to add it to the hive at all. I’d like to share the dsl net connection and files) . I’m excited… I had a line on a free mac before, but the bottom fell out of that deal. This machine is the last one before the IMAC candy-colored ones came out… it’s beige. 🙂

You know, one day, I’ll have a lovely library in my home, with overstuffed chairs, wireless net connections, tasty scents of sandalwood and such, high bookcases reaching to the ceiling, and plenty of well read, loved books on the shelves. Meanwhile, I’ll have to be happy with boxes in my closet. Maybe this weekend I’ll get some shelves, and make more of my texts simpler to access.

As a dutiful knight, I shall carry the colors of my lady and queen.

Red KnightTo show his affection for a woman, a knight would wear her scarf or any clothing element in his tournaments.

Gold (Or)- Generosity and elevation of the mind

Red (Gules)(Qu)- Warrior or martyr; Military strength and magnanimity

Orange (Tawny or Tenne)- Worthy ambition

Would that I could strike out at her torment, wearing a sash of said colors… casting down those that would cause her such anguish and annoyance today… Drive a lance through the heart of the vile Server Knave (no king, he!) and then sweep my lady off of her feet for a comfortable time together, free of struggle and full of pleasure.

Other colors as well, for completeness –

Silver (Argent)- Peace and sincerity

Blue (Azure)- Truth and loyalty

Green (Vert)- Hope, vitality, plenty also joy, and loyalty in love

Black (Sable)(Sa)- Constancy or grief

Purple (Purpure)- Royal majesty, sovereignty, and justice

Maroon (Sanguine or Murray)- Patient in battle, and yet victorious.