Quick blog post. Doing the NaNoWriMo thing again, going to crash and burn most likely, but there is one thing that has helped me in the two weeks prior to it.
The first is my main addiction which is of course Tumblr. The scene is…interesting at times, especially because I really feel out of place from it a lot of the time. And that’s what keeps me coming back – looking into a petri dish of social commentary, fandom and assorted nonsense that’s intriguing to me. So, that’s where I’m getting my inspiration from.
Second has to do with the thing I started two weeks ago. I’ve been working for a client that has me working at breakneck speeds for writing articles. At first I didn’t really think I could write a 500+ word article in under 1-2 hours but apparently I can? and I’m getting faster – I wrote one under 40 minutes in sheer panic of the deadline yesterday.
So, that means, under concentration, I can hit the 1667-a-day pace for the 50,000 goal this month in about….6 hours. But, because the closest thing to research I’m using is riffing off Tumblr, it really won’t take that long.
I wrote 400 words when I woke up this morning, actually. From 4 Tumblr posts, completely dismantled to fit the narrative. All in…what, half an hour? This might work, maybe.
Expect updates. Happy writing.
I hate doing the “oh I’ve been away” part of this entry. Makes me feel like a chump, but I haven’t been. I dropped a new issue of Cram, got a poem published, found employment, and in a sense regained the part of myself I had been missing for a while. Vagueness of that last part aside, I feel and think clearer now than I have in a long time. Now, for the details.
Things did slow down a bit, mainly because both Cindy was busy with her new gig and I was in a state of flux for a good chunk of 2012. I’m still really grateful that we have been able to pull this off as much as we can, but I’m still hungry. I’ve been researching to write an essay for the blog, seeing as we need more content than the weekly Crams. Also trying to make moves with other ideas stirring in my head. also doing a project with Phil and Cindy with me on, of course, story duty.
I’m Going Going, Back Back, To Jersey Jersey
In I’m officially back in the mother country of New Jerusalem. The best way to describe my feelings is this: picture an archaeologist trying find his oldest tomb. Then picture that person now trying to ship ancient relics to a mausoleum, only to return and find out no matter how much you can move, the haul is endless and makes it a Sisyphean nightmare. That was just in the second week alone. I’m lucky I have a place to stand in my old room.
However, it has its moment of greatness. Holding my sister’s and her husband’s wedding rings as my part as her witness to her civil wedding was something worth being home for. That was a while back now, after reunions with old friends and abusing my ability at reconnecting with the newer ones, and blacking out for a good portion of the summer due to helping preparing for the (happy) clusterfuck that was my sister’s wedding party. I actually got back into the swing of writing because of this. and made up a magic realism story about a pilgrim coming home to a family of gods. A the moment there’s only one entry, but I’m cleaning up the next part which is an epic poem about the family dog.
The Job, Or How How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Become A Woman on the Internet
I finally found employment after a year of not having any. It’s not at all like what I was doing in SF. I’m still staring at Excel sheets, of course, but that’s interspersed with a crap-load of comments I put up under the pseudonym of Jamie. To date, Jamie is a mother, dancer, crafts and superbike enthusiast, nurse, customer sales rep, and recently Portuguese. I’ve had the opportunity to write blog posts, which is great. There’s a serious difficulty with the distractions of working from a home office however. I’m sure I’ll get it down right.
Badass and Published
That’s what I said I’ll be a few years back. Out of a lark it finally happened, thanks to Saul Williams and his Chorus book. Of the 97 poems in the book I’m number 21. To see a poem that I wrote in my sleep-deprived night owl phase back in 05 come to light in 2012 is crazy. I’ve been dabbling in poetry again, to see if I still have it. I probably don’t but you never know.
That’s it for now. you can find me on Twitter (@TheJesusGaray) and Tumblr (jesusgaray.tumblr.com), fyi. I’ll put up some of the content I put up there here.
I jumped into the Tumblr wave a few months back, which should explain why this has gone on radio silence for a while. It’s a must faster delivery system in that you can click on one icon, put down a blurb (or in the case of The New Inquiry, something larger) and while it does have its drawbacks ( the MB capacity for songs could be just a little bit higher)I’ve racked up at least 5 times the posts I have here in the span of 2 months.
There are some things that do bother me, however. Reblogging is a really cool idea, but people are putting things up without filling out that part right above the tags. You know, that part that says CONTENT SOURCE. Jamie McKelvie said it best himself on a post in his tumblog. Give credit where credit is due.
Like many kids growing up in the age of the World Wide Web, AOL, and Napster, I had my own little angst-filled journal, filled with stories of friends with nicknames for each of them in fear that someone will read it like Big Brother didn’t already have my SSN. Since then I’ve grown from angst to full on rage to self-medicated annoyance, but it’s amusing to see myself slowly verging into internet “get off my lawn” territory. The deeper i go into Tumblr-land the more I find these emo/pothead/”Alt” teenage diaries. In most other platforms it’s easy to dismiss them, but they put up one interesting article or image, and they trick one into going to their tumblog with its crappy song embedded on it and a wall of GPOY. Then I remember that I did pretty similar things myself (without the music, I knew better) and I should just leave them be until they become superstars or cancer patients.
Another point: those annoying goddamned memes are so visible on the dashboard page. I now understand why Sarah Palin went wolf hunting. She wanted to kill all the Insanity/Courage/WTF Wolves that posted by thousands. However, this is Palin we’re talking about; she doesn’t know that the internet isn’t a series of tubes that go along with the Trans-Alaskan pipeline. For the love of god internet dwellers, stop making these little lupine self-help fortune cookies (the 4chan troll face is pretty cool though).
Google+, while I’m not fanatically cheering about it and trying to get people on-board, still hasn’t changed the fact that my user time on it is increasing. I won’t jump ship anytime soon, as Facebook isn’t the hot mess that Myspace was and is still has a massive fanbase (750 million at the time of this post. In a lot of respects, while it’s easy for those with existing Google accounts , I wonder how long it’ll be until the Yahoo!/Hotmail crowd creeps into the clean + page, filling it with baby photos and passive aggressive status posts.I just hope Google doesn’t sell out and put games on this.