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Published On: Dec 09, 2003 10:43 AM
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Published On: Dec 09, 2003 10:43 AM
Archeological Dig
There's also a folder that I'd unearthed back in
Colorado that had a lot of computer printouts (can you say "dot matrix printer"
or "tractor-feed paper"?) of some old writings, some dating back to
1986!
Today is filled with distractions, so I'd going to
have to make sure tomorrow is a productive one in terms of the
paper.
I hung out at the Apple store last night and kept Lee Beth company. It was a jungle of people for the first two hours and then it suddenly went dead, employees far outnumbering customers. I don't know, somehow I wish there had been more of a feeling of festivity. Maybe if there's been some music playing, decorations put up, maybe even some cheap snacks. I think we should be doing something to shake people up and get the world excited about computers again. Everyone's too damned stoic and serious!
Needless to say I was up until 3am getting Panther installed on my Powermac. The laptop is going to have to wait until I know I can safely get TeX running under Panther. (TeX is the mathematical typesetting application that I'm using to write the master's paper. Right now it is a make-or-break sort of thing.)
This morning I'm been trying to get TeX to work (with snags). I've also been digging through my archives of old short stories. My friend Bryan Lutkins (with whom I co-wrote a number of incomplete stories a long long time ago) and I have been talking about some of the lost tales, which prompted me to dig through some of my old computer archives.
There's also a folder that I'd unearthed back in Colorado that had a lot of computer printouts (can you say "dot matrix printer" or "tractor-feed paper"?) of some old writings, some dating back to 1986! I hadn't taken the time until now to look through that file, but the hunt for some of the Murray-Bryan stories motivated me. Wow! I feel strangely disconnected from this earlier incarnation of myself, as though I'm reading someone else's writings. In fact, much of this stuff I don't even remember writing. I look at the choices of character names to see if they are the sorts of things I would use, see if the topics or images feel familiar. It's weird saying, "Hmm. I think I'm about 80% sure I wrote this."
I miss writing fiction. Most of my output is nonfiction these days, or the occasional attempt at a short play or (rare) screenplay. But good solid sci-fi/fantasy novels, that the era that I used to dream in. A lot of this old writing is transparently influenced by Raiders of the Lost Ark and Star Trek and Dungeons & Dragons and Neuromancer.
Part of me is sad I haven't written like I used to. Hey, when your a teenager you've got more time than you know what to do with, right? The way I see it, as long as I'm writing something things aren't too bad. Between this journal, the master's paper, a couple web articles I'm wanting to get pumped out, marketing materials for my business, daily e-mails, I'm sure I type hundreds of pages of material every year. It's hard to justify adding some indulgent fiction to the list. Sigh.
I hung out at the Apple store last night and kept Lee Beth company. It was a jungle of people for the first two hours and then it suddenly went dead, employees far outnumbering customers. I don't know, somehow I wish there had been more of a feeling of festivity. Maybe if there's been some music playing, decorations put up, maybe even some cheap snacks. I think we should be doing something to shake people up and get the world excited about computers again. Everyone's too damned stoic and serious!
Needless to say I was up until 3am getting Panther installed on my Powermac. The laptop is going to have to wait until I know I can safely get TeX running under Panther. (TeX is the mathematical typesetting application that I'm using to write the master's paper. Right now it is a make-or-break sort of thing.)
This morning I'm been trying to get TeX to work (with snags). I've also been digging through my archives of old short stories. My friend Bryan Lutkins (with whom I co-wrote a number of incomplete stories a long long time ago) and I have been talking about some of the lost tales, which prompted me to dig through some of my old computer archives.
There's also a folder that I'd unearthed back in Colorado that had a lot of computer printouts (can you say "dot matrix printer" or "tractor-feed paper"?) of some old writings, some dating back to 1986! I hadn't taken the time until now to look through that file, but the hunt for some of the Murray-Bryan stories motivated me. Wow! I feel strangely disconnected from this earlier incarnation of myself, as though I'm reading someone else's writings. In fact, much of this stuff I don't even remember writing. I look at the choices of character names to see if they are the sorts of things I would use, see if the topics or images feel familiar. It's weird saying, "Hmm. I think I'm about 80% sure I wrote this."
I miss writing fiction. Most of my output is nonfiction these days, or the occasional attempt at a short play or (rare) screenplay. But good solid sci-fi/fantasy novels, that the era that I used to dream in. A lot of this old writing is transparently influenced by Raiders of the Lost Ark and Star Trek and Dungeons & Dragons and Neuromancer.
Part of me is sad I haven't written like I used to. Hey, when your a teenager you've got more time than you know what to do with, right? The way I see it, as long as I'm writing something things aren't too bad. Between this journal, the master's paper, a couple web articles I'm wanting to get pumped out, marketing materials for my business, daily e-mails, I'm sure I type hundreds of pages of material every year. It's hard to justify adding some indulgent fiction to the list. Sigh.
Posted: Sat - October 25, 2003 at 01:14 PM