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By the Encaffeinated ONE, on July 24th, 2010
Just fired off another angry email about the blocking on my Internet services, and I thought I’d post an update.
No, nothing has come of my emails (aside from practicing my French, and using Google translate as a crutch ), but the list I’ve been keeping has been growing longer.
I’m not counting all the blocked sites — a guy’s gotta some privacy! — but this is the example list that I’ve been keeping as my hammer in the emails I’m sending, and I thought I’d share. Also, many of these sites have content on other sites, so many other pages are broken or at least battered. I recently noticed, for example, that Expedia, while accessible on its own, apparently relies on Microsoft for some of its content, and Microsoft.com is blocked.
(Actually, I just realized that this reduced list is just the one’s I’m making a case with, so I’ve added a few more sites that are not crucial but are blocked as well. Heck, while creating this page, I found about a dozen more…)
Keep in mind that the only policy that was ever specified to me was a block for bandwidth concerns.
Before I give the list, let’s play a game, shall we? In the comments, drop me a link to your local-ish newspaper that’s online, and one of your favourite, regularly-viewed sites (relatively clean! no porn!) — if it isn’t already blocked.
I’m curious how much more of the world I’m missing..
Again: a word of caution: this isn’t about France, this is about ARPAE. One company holds all the blame here.
Here’s my list, organized a bit by site type:
Continue reading Dispatches from Behind the E-Curtain: Where I Can’t Go
By the Encaffeinated ONE, on July 18th, 2010
I’m not one who generally talks about his own life. Being inherently hyper-critical of myself means also having a hard time celebrating successes — or even believing that they are successes…
I’ve been working on my PhD all summer, trying both to pin down the topic long enough to build something, as well as keep my cynicism in check as to whether it is worth building. So far, I’ve seen some success: I have a basic framework together (a bit buggy, but it runs) and now I’m building the real brains, the stuff which might actually show some worth, and the stuff I have to measure.
I’ve fought back the insanity as much as I can, and tried not to get distracted. That’s a pretty constant battle. When the heat got too much, I started working overnight and sleeping during the day. I discovered that my laptop battery had expanded in the heat (which was causing more overheating, and the keyboard to stop responding from time to time), so I removed it.
My internet became.. problematic, so I started duplicating things on the one external drive I have and trying to just listen to the backlog of podcasts, and the selection of music I brought. This is my entertainment, beyond two books (one fiction, one not) that I brought (that aren’t connected to my PhD work).
I know: I should get out more, right? Well, during those hot days, the only thing I could do was “get out”. But, lacking significant funds, there’s only a few things to do. Generally, I wander down by the waterside — used to walk along the top of the old wall, but they’ve blocked it off, apparently to resurface it. Almost inevitably, I end up by the side of the quai. There are picnic tables there, and they offer alternately sunshine and cool breeze, making the days tolerable.
Of course, no tech is really available there, besides my iPod in my pocket. So, there I sit with my journal, debriefing my brain, running through a few ideas. That’s actually been quite nice, and I’ve nearly filled the journal I brought with me. Granted, I rarely re-read these things, but I think I’ll try this time. I think there are some gems to mine…
Maybe I’ll try blogging more often — which brings me (finally) to the actual reason that this post is going up: I’ve written something, again. Well, two somethings, really. Once again, they are in response to the monthly photo from the Every Photo Tells… (EPT) podcast.
The first story hasn’t been published yet. It grew out of my steady frustration and madness, and the determination that, to take my mind off of it, I would spend every moment indulging in writing for the weekend, rather than doing any sort of actual work. I’ve been working all the time, and the distractions otherwise are short and meaningless, blog reading and RSS feed reading, meant to “not be work” but not be anything significant, either.
I wasn’t regarding writing as anything more than “not what I should be doing”, because it means something to me. And if I am supposed to be doing anything during this summer which means something, its supposed to be my PhD work. That’s the logic, as near as I can figure, which caused my heart and my mind to be in conflict. My heart wanted to write, to explore stories, to create; my mind, well, it wanted this to, but it felt duty-bound, obligated to work only my PhD.
That sort of conflict tears you up inside. People for the last month or so have heard me struggling with this, have seen the edges of madness (and beyond) that creep in, from time to time. When the Internet restrictions went in, I lost it entirely, for a while. Complete dissociation from reality, yet an acute awareness of it, an outside point of view, distant and yet so close..
That was when I decided I needed to write. An idea came to mind, and I started. By the end of the weekend, I had 23,000 words, something which surprised me, but the words flowed. I sat back, surprised, and then said: “I want to write more.”
I had the decision: keep writing on this story, edit this story, or try something else. After consulting on Twitter, I chose the latter. That story, “Reflection”, is a much shorter, much more brutal, and much less “story”-like piece, that went up over the weekend on the Every Photo Tells… podcast, episode 23. It was practically pure word expression, no real plot, no development, just an expression of the anger that had built up, and the uncertainty in identity; I wanted to shock, just a little bit, and wanted to carve away at myself.
That story is attached, if you want to read it for yourself. I caution you: it’s graphic, it’s foul, and it’s meant to be. But, I kinda like it.
The other story, the novella, is currently being revised. I like the characters, I like the universe, and I like the ideas. I think I write there again, and already have a few ideas, but want to polish this one first. A few people have it to beta-read, and I’m curious as to what they think.
I should be done with the manuscript next week — I’m only taking the weekends to write, still — and after that, it will hopefully appear on EPT. I’ll probably post the PDF here afterwards, but I’m toying, ever so slightly, of actually looking at proper publication. I think I need more practice, and I’ll need to work harder at figuring out how stories really get sold, but the idea has merit.
It’s what my heart wants to do… After all, my heart hasn’t been in my research for a long time.
After that, I’ll write some more, I imagine. EPT is monthly, after all, and perhaps I’ll find inspiration elsewhere.
Reflection [PDF]
By the Encaffeinated ONE, on July 18th, 2010
I continue to find myself frustrated, annoyed and frequently, screamingly mad at the inexcusably and inexplicably blocked Internet service here. I can find no rhyme nor reason behind it, and my emails go unanswered.
I’ll keep sending them, see if anything happens. With each one, I send the increasingly longer list of improperly blocked sites, and my introduction to the email gets a bit wordier, and perhaps a bit less civil.
The only trend that I can really see so far is the alarming number of news sites that are blocked. I mean, I can understand blocking YouTube, by why block The New York Times? The LA Times? The Daily Gleaner??
(Curiously, the don’t block the ultra-picky Gleanerisms criticism site..)
Interestingly, I haven’t found a French newspaper that has been blocked yet. If I didn’t know better, I would be tempted to assume some basic bigotry on the part of the ISP/lodging host. However, as the old saw goes: “never assume malice where simple stupidity will suffice”. Or, in this case: “massive stupidity”.
I’ve been glad that neither the CBC nor (most of) Google seems to be blocked yet, and Twitter has been my regular lifeline to friends, now that Flickr, Libsyn and incredibly Feedburner have been discovered to be blocked. Google Reader continues to function, albeit without most of the pictures, so I get a little news and get something new to read occasionally.
Now, I don’t really consider myself a newshound. At home, I tried an experiment, and I got the daily local newspaper for a year. (Actually, it’s been almost a year and a half.) I read it, as much as I could, each day. The form factor didn’t really agree with me — I like newsprint, but I don’t really like the massive, awkward paper — but I found it interesting. When I return, I plan to continue to get the paper.
I do read plenty of RSS feeds. I’m not entirely sure if that’s just a distraction, but I do pick up on a lot of really interesting things and ideas. I read lots of tech-related blogs, a few odd-based blogs, stuff for geeks/nerds/dweebs/whatever.
Now that I have an iPad, I expect to do that more and more — well, once I get home, to a reasonable Internet service, of course. Here, I can load it with the many research articles and books I already have digital forms of, but I can’t access the iBooks store (or anything, really) with it.
I’m not particularly patriotic — I like some aspects of living in Canada, and it seems pretty reasonable most of the time when compared to a lot of other places in the world, but I don’t tend to do much flag-waving. Or, arguably, I’m very Canadian, as I’m not really sure what it actually means to “be Canadian”: the Canadian identity is truly a mystery. All I can say is that I’ve bought into the ideal that we are somehow moderate, open-minded, free-thinking, accepting individuals.
But looking over my RSS feeds, I wondered: where’s the Canada there?
I’ve got a couple of CBC feeds (New Brunswick news, general news, the Spark radio show) but the list got thin after that. There’s Lamespotting, a blog about public stupidity, mostly in Saint John. Thoughtwrestling, an eminently readable blog about creativity, problem-solving and more, from the same mind that also brought me Broadcasting Brain. (He’s also from remarkably close to my neck of the woods, which I find very encouraging, as I often wonder if the region hasn’t realized the current date..)
To get even more hyper-local, there’s a blog run by my flatmate where he opines about roleplaying-game design — particularly his own (and various random, bloggy things).
And then…?
Hmm..
Where’s the Canadian tech ‘zines? Where’s the equivalent to Lifehacker? BoingBoing? Slashdot? Gizmodo? Techcrunch?
What about smaller blogs? I find a bunch of blogs through podcasts (and vice versa), but there really don’t seem to be a lot of those, either.. Or rather, there aren’t a lot I’m actually listening to, or are on topics I really am interested in. Or have an episode in the last year..
Someone mentioned Rabble, so I’m checking it out. However, I’m weary of politics — both the ultra-conservative, do-nothing-say-little politics of big government and the cry-to-the-hills, more-radical-than-makes-sense kind. Frankly, neither side seems to do more than be opposed to each other, and thus, no progress is made.
I am about to commit a terrible sin: I am about to start talking as if I really have any sense at all what Canadians are like… It is, from my observation, the one thing that we do have in common, this strange notion that we all speak for each other..
I start to wonder if this isn’t some part of the root of the problem, that Canadians are so busy saying “We’re not Americans!” (and, to a lesser and more historical extent, “We’re not British!”) that we avoid doing anything much at all. I see a lot of “same as it ever was” in Canada, and we’re so busy not being something that we fail to be anything at all..
There are a few really fantastic companies in Canada: RIM, Dream Pod 9, the CBC, and…
Hmm.. that’s all I can name. What’s on your list?
So, tell me where I’m wrong. Tell me that Canada is every bit as progressive, aggressive, forward-marching, eager, expressive, creative, etc as we hope it is.
I don’t want sentiment. I know people filled with each of these things. I also know that most of them are frustrated by backward support architectures, inferior technology adoption, lack of financial support, insufficient public interest, no venue to really shine.
Show me the blogs. Give me the podcast links. Give me details.
Show me that Canada deserves to be thought of as important to the future.
Make me care, but: show me, don’t tell me.
By the Encaffeinated ONE, on July 13th, 2010
Erg.. Long time no talk, eh?
Let me start by summarizing: life kinda sucks, and never, ever do any business with A.R.P.A.E.
Now, for the rest, but I warn you: it kind of sucks.
Continue reading Digital Life suffers under the Tyranny of Idiots
By the Encaffeinated ONE, on June 19th, 2010
Realized that I haven’t posted any more photos for a while, so I figured I’d take some more time and do that properly..
- Day 4-6: random walking, food and a beer
- Day 7: a walk to the larger port-side, and the small Friday market
- Day 8: the main Saturday market.
Updated: a few more..
- Day 9: a short walk.
- Day 10-11: a failed walk turns into a strangely perfect moment, and a couple of meals.. (apparently)
By the Encaffeinated ONE, on June 16th, 2010
I haven’t got a really good habit for writing. I do it in fits and starts, mostly squirrelling away ideas in the big, hollow shell of a mind that I carry around in my pronounced cranium. What I have written has always been in feverish one-pass sessions, followed by disbelief and loathing on the second day, with occasional edits.
Well, that happened again, at the beginning of this month. Every Photo Tells is a podcast from a friend of mine with the excellent challenge: here’s a picture, now go write something about it. I looked at the picture in the morning of June 1 and, later that night, a ~3K word story appeared.
They’ve just done a reading of it and posted it. I think they did a great job at this dialogue between characters.
Next month: I want to challenge myself to write an actual story, not just an extended dialogue..
This time, I’ve remembered to post the text..
PDF of May’s entry: “CONVERS@ION”
PDF of June’s entry: “The Morning Sun After The Long Night”
By the Encaffeinated ONE, on June 6th, 2010
Hear me muse about looking at the sky, being in France, and the balance of utlity vs esthetics..
The album art is a typical street in the old port area. I believe this is looking southeast along Rue St. Nicholas.
(Decided to try an outdoor recording. Must find that setting on my H2 which automatically zooms on my voice, turn it off for more ambience.)
Theme song is “Things That Keep Me Up At Night” by Beatnik Turtle from the albums TheSongOfTheDay.com and The Best Of TheSongOfTheDay.com
 WOL007: Staring At The Sky: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download
By the Encaffeinated ONE, on May 27th, 2010
As suggested in the recent episode of Wandering Out Loud, I can conceive of three types of photograph: those taken to capture a moment, those taken to capture a vision, and those taken to be a photograph.
The latter category often contains things which are inspiring, which can move others to ideas and creations beyond the edges of the photograph. I know this, as it recently happened to me.
The Every Photo Tells podcast and blog takes this idea and runs with it. Each month, they publish a new photograph for inspiration, write a couple of stories about it from the two hosts, and invite others to write stories about them too. They publish around 4 episodes a month – readings of these inspired stories.
Mine just went up!
It’s a story called “Convers@ion” (originally misspelled “Convers@tion” by me.. whoops!), and plays on episode 14 of the podcast. It’s an odd story (do you expect anything less from me? ), but it was fun to write, and came strangely easily. After the month is out (to give time for the podcast episode to have first run rights), I’ll post the full text of the story here.
Oh: and how could I resist this picture? There are 2 tasty coffees and 2 tasty laptops in it!
By the Encaffeinated ONE, on May 26th, 2010
A very echoey bonjour from France! I needed to get back into the recording habit, so here are a few thoughts about differences in France, and the three types of photographs.
Theme song is Things That Keep Me Up At Night by Beatnik Turtle from the albums TheSongOfTheDay.com and The Best Of TheSongOfTheDay.com
 WOL006: Wondering En France: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download
By the Encaffeinated ONE, on May 24th, 2010
The 3rd batch of my photos from France.
I’ve been carrying my camera with me everywhere since I arrived. It’s actually a practice that started for me a long time ago, long before I even knew that I might go to France.
It began with my cell phone.
Continue reading Memographs, not photographs: France, Day 3
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