I See in RGB – Journal 6/18/18

Yesterday I turned 21 years old, and was treated to a dinner and beach date by the love of my life who graciously took me out to eat, in formal wear, and it felt great. I didn’t have a drop of wine nor the corvidae-themed IPAs my sister and soon to be brother-in-law got me. It was actually quite redundant because I had more Turkish coffee last evening and that properly kept me awake until 2.

I intend to get a CC permit when it is convenient for me to, but until then yeah. 21. That’s kinda weird. It’s the last big birthday for a long time.

Let’s stop beating around that bush now, and beat around one twelve feet to the left, because I have OPERATIONAL news for Radio Reality City!

Ladies and gentlemen, I am now in possession of a real live editing PC! Sporting 8GB of RAM, a 2GB dedicated GPU, and 1TB of disk space, I now have the hardware and case I need to edit what I edit and beyond!

No longer shall I render 4k videos overnight! No longer shall I fear for overheating on the part of my laptop! No longer shall RRC live in my pocket while I’m at work, because that’s all it can fit on. The first thing I did upon plugging everything in was download all of RRC’s files and programs onto the hard drive, and the next day bought PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds after an inaugural match of Team Fortress 2. God damn, I can PC game now. And build more into my PC!

So when summer begins, and I record more and more and drone ever so slightly more as well, I will have a dedicated rig to support all of my interests. I might even start getting into VR dev stuff long enough to maintain a healthy interest!

It’s a short one for this journal. Just wanted to throw a little update out there and let you guys know what’s been happening around here.

Publishing has slowed down since I may actually finally be done with Pierce this time and am concentrating on work full time. Hopefully with that will come more opportunities to produce good content, as I’m still trying to hit a good stride for video stuff.

My friends and I did that Pirates! Gold recording, but that’s probably never going to see the light of day. It was awful. It was so bad. But we did it. So we can get better.

Honestly, I think the first thing I’m going to buy with my next paycheck is a proper fucking desk. This hunching over stuff is NOT conducive to a creative process.

With the uptick in everything else, poetry has taken a bit of a hit, but as usual what this means is that there’s plenty of material; it just hasn’t been written about yet.

So that’s all from myself tonight, I hope you’re all sleeping well and find the next couple of poems amusing at all!

Consume reality!

Radio Reality City!

https://radioreality.city

 

 

BRRRRRT – Journal 5/20/18

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Captain Neutral, standing out.

Wow, it’s been so long since I’ve done one of these that I nearly forgot how I structured the titles. But I remembered how to write poetry today, that’s pretty fucking nice.

Today is a very prominent day in my history. It has to do with my introduction and coming-of-age story that occurred over the course of five years starting in 2013. Back then I thought I knew everything. And every succeeding year after that, I continued to. At least when I was in high school I was a real narcissistic prick, but college gave way to a more ego-minded person. At least when I got into college I was ready to accept I would be among peers. This was true for a while.

Still, self-awareness isn’t valiant in and of itself. You have to do something with it. Self-actualize a little bit. Not let the mandala effect take over and erase all the good stuff.

That’s why Reality City is organized the way it is. Over the years since its inception, it’s developed into this theory of metacognition and a way of visualizing it. I approached my psyche professor about writing a paper on it as part of an optional piece we can do this quarter, and he was fully on board. It helps that he double-majored in philosophy when he was going through his master’s program.

Wordy wordy word word. Sorry about that. It’s just been a while since I’ve done a journal, today is a historic day in my life for a variety of reasons, and since my last journal things have drastically changed.

I’m now under the employ of a full-time, benefits-giving job that effectively triples my wage. Relationship stuff last week entered a fever pitch and now we’re in the aftermath of an impossible decision, Kirke and I. I’m now a professional photographer today with the assistance of a couple of friends who needed some wedding pictures done. And I look towards the future with more vigor than I was looking a month or so ago.

Something today has been renewed in me. Maybe it’s reading poetry indirectly meant for me that does the trick sometimes. Or just getting out and taking pictures of some very happy people ready to celebrate each other. My life since 5/20/13 has revolved around relationships, and now more than ever that’s true for only the best of reasons.

With university looming, I’ve now decided to save up for a new car that isn’t quite as destroyed as my jeep (and it turns out I might like subcompacts, the newer manual Fiat 500’s to be specific). Which, due to recent events, is no longer marked with my name. Anonymity on my part is the current name of a game that I can’t quite yet talk about, but when I can the fucking doors are going to blast open. No NDA, but simple timing is a weapon right now that I must use effectively. Don’t worry, Radio Reality City will not be cloaked in obscurity for very long.

That being said, the title of this journal is the sound an A10 Warthog makes when it fires its guns! Which is exactly what’s going to happen when the truth can be wrought.

See, Reality City is all about reality. If you know your ingsocs or thought police, even reality can be subject to interpretation and mismanagement. My fear of memory loss has even made me aware of confabulation and implantation, which are actually even more terrifying prospects than losing it all entirely.

So today I’ve been able to open up my notebook for a good honest crack at writing I haven’t been able to stomach for at least a month. I’ve been producing, just nothing done. Kirke seems to think I’m too hard on myself, but I think that’s exactly the opposite of what’s going on. I’m not hard enough on myself!

And over the course of the last month instead of writing I’ve been really focusing on photography, drone stuff, graphic design, and a bunch of other things that aren’t primarily writing related. I’ve overwhelmed myself and needed to get my focus narrowed again. Getting to go do a day-long shoot with a few of my friends helped the photographer in me be satisfied for a couple of days:

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They’re even photogenic on an off-profile!

And with the gold of May pouring onto trees at sunset I was able to get some good pictures of that, too.

And I’ve also been experimenting with a thing called “databending”, which is where you take an image, turn it into raw data (.tif file format works best, encoded with U-Law), put that data into Audacity, apply an audio effect to the result, and then retransmit that back into an image file (save as… mp3, but then change it to “other uncompressed formats” and apply your own file type extension).

It’ll turn this photo

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She’s drinking lemonade.

Into this one

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She’s drinking D A T A B E N D

And this was achieved with a reverb effect over 6 minutes or so of the resulting data’s audio. Quite neat to do! I’ve done this after some fractal stuff in GIMP. So that’s pretty cool, I think. I don’t know what practical use it’s gonna have yet, but hey, it’s a thing.

LOT OF DIFFERENT CREATIVE FRONTS I’VE DECIDED TO BURY MYSELF IN

Sheesh, this comes off of testing out stream stuff in this thing I posted today, too.

But today I remembered music can make me think. Not about 5/20/13 or 5/20/14 or 15 or 16 or indeed 17. I had to be Somewhere Else. So I listened to GH by Deadmau5 again for the first time in a long time and the creative taps opened.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll be able to churn some more out. I’ll take my camera to Pierce, leave my laptop here, and continue about my day with notebook at the ready. It’s a nice break from being buried. Probably been why I’ve been creatively blocked lately. I even got a proper twitter @JakeThomasShaw in my frenzy to expand. Still haven’t used it.

Back to the roots, eh? It’s 10:30 PM here and there’s coffee in my veins.

Think about it. A year ago, did you think you’d be here? I certainly didn’t. Voyagers, Foxes, Apocalypses, Destinations, Drones, and  Psychopaths. I never thought I would ever be here. Made it this far, though. There’s so much more to go.

Thank you for tuning in, once again. Radio Reality City survives off of listeners, for if there’s no one to listen to one interpretation, there’s quite no point in being different people. And then there’s no point to defining reality.

There’s only 73 days left to Year v! So go forth, make stuff, and consume reality!

Radio Reality City!

https://radioreality.city

Made Up

made-up

Made Up

It looks alone
Sitting naked
On a paper towel

A donut

Sandblasted, it seems,
With the golden soft
Flesh and shell
Of coconut

Its aroma is
Quite quiet,
Reminding me of
Some Hawaiian
Beach I’ve never
Been to

It’s just a
Morsel

A palm tree
Powdery sand

A sugary beachy
Tropical fleeting
Imaginary memory

Rough and escaping
Consumed and gone
That is what
It tastes like