Fun shoot with Grace Dahl the other day. It helped how much of a natural she seemed at being in front of the camera, and I got an earnest chance to try out that Helios 40-2. Very nice, chilly, transitional weather in Puyallup gave some fantastic natural light, so I got to use the most of my aperture. With autumn quickly becoming winter, the skies were clear, and the ground was awash in orange.
Day 1,273 – The Watchers at the edge of Un and Verisum have, in a first observed cycle, gone one entire day without banishing a citizen to Somewhere Else.
Historically, the Watchers have acted as the source of decongestant for some of the most busy districts in the city, those on the edge of the city’s East side. Administration archivists have observed that both Watchers have failed to banish a single person, signalling a day of utmost certainty that everyone was safe that day.
This raises questions, of course, as naturally this would mean that there was no one worth banishing yesterday. It could be that there is no longer a need for these titans, and as strange as they are they’ve laid docile today as well. The Watcher of Verisum was seen heading into the desert, and hasn’t made a reappearance in several hours.
If so, this would be great news for those on the long roads of Verisum.
Yo, what’s up guys, it’s your boy Jake here with another Minecraft unboxing video. We’re going to be hoping for some SWEET EXOTIC SKINZ, blessed by papa Notch…
Fuck all that.
Hey guys, it’s me. The person that runs this website. I’m still alive! As if constant output didn’t outwardly display that fact, let me reassure you that stuff is still moving, but it’s all moving in such a weird, opaque way. Whatever. Thanks for sticking around through existential bouts of apathy as well as all the other stuff.
Before we move on, if you’d like to stay current with my everyday creative exploits and otherwise, I better spew some social media links out here, right? It’s a lot easier to post something to Instagram and Snapchat than it is to put up on the site.
You can get me on Snapchat at my user jakethomasshaw. That’s right, no identity thieves are going to misrepresent me anytime soon.
And speaking of the site in general, as of right now Radio Reality City is a little confused on what it wants to be. I’ve realized that there are a couple of major arms to this whole thing, but it is kraken-like in its ability to ensnare anything I do creatively. There’s not a lot of order outside of tabs and that kind of stuff. With older versions of PHP going out of business here really soon, I’m worried about what might break but ready to tackle it in anticipation of having a harder, better, faster, stronger understanding of where this is all going.
I’m a poetry-writing, photo-taking, drone-building thing. And right now those things are very discordant with one another. There hasn’t been harmony since drones joined the fray and gave me a third major way of expression. And now with the Sony and GoPro, I can add video to my list confidently. Among other things. But those three arms remain:
Even on the site right now they are not represented as well as I’d like, and I guess the only trouble I’m having creatively right now is a solution to this issue. I’ve tried to tackle it in the past, as recently as July and June with the major site overhauls, and while that made everything a little more aesthetically pleasing, it didn’t help my urge to organize further very much. So I suppose that’s the next big thing on my list.
The next big thing after that is a new drone frame, a Martian II or an Alien. Something superfast that can have a GoPro strapped to the top of it. That’s pretty fun.
But until site stuff changes, the currency of my situation is very much geared toward photography. With new lenses and new understandings, research on theory, and all that stuff, I am still (full disclosure) finding a hard time striking a balance with a full time job and photography as a hobby/side gig. No amount of gear will give me more time.
When classes at the Art Institute start, oh man, I’ll be doing photography all right, but not in ideal environments, I suppose. Well, I’m not sure yet actually.
Just a lot all over the place, but that’s normally the reality of my life.
Another full disclosure, is that I’ve been willfully putting a lot of energy into my job in order to be financially secured for such undertakings as the Art Institute. Such things are needed at this time to keep moving forward.
And within all this, I had to turn down that club I was doing video work for a couple of weeks. I showed a demo reel that may or may not ever be published now, and when I brought up the topic of compensation, they were hesitant to mention that most people who work at the club do it for exposure. Said the industry professional.
So I rapidly decided to never return, unfortunately. It was a good little reel, too. So at least I know I can do that now.
But hey, more reality checks for me to cash in when I need all that credit.
Thanks for sticking with reality, everyone. It can be rough, and sometimes it can be downright lackluster. If that’s the case, I do invite you to comment on what’s awful so I can take a look at it.
Day 1,253 – The Administration issued a statement today regarding the people who don’t exist which seem to be roaming the streets.
They say the key word in that sentence is “seem”, as Miss Information holds fast that the dazzle-painted figures moving around parts of downtown are nothing to be afraid of, and in fact aren’t there at all.
This comes in the wake of a month-long stretch where Mayor Dean has stayed silent on the number of sightings reported in by locals.
Miss Information came forward and declared, “After much scrutiny, we have determined that the figures must have escaped Destiny, or have come from Somewhere Else. Therefore, they do not exist yet, if they are going to exist at all, and should be disregarded. They can cause no harm.”
Some have reported the figures talking gibberish, as well as conjugating entire sentences about where they are from. So far, none of these entities have said anything about anything that has happened, and instead reference events that seemingly haven’t yet.
One of my friends, Guy Larson, is in the midst of a cool little project with nude photography and creative censorship using lewd poetry and scripture. I, of course, offered my poetry to be used in this endeavor, and as such have been revamping some more organization on the back end.
Unfortunately, as a side effect of all this, anyone subscribed to my site for email updates just got bombed by like 19 erotic poems and I do apologize for that. That’s a lot of erotic poems to suddenly flood one’s inbox.
But because of this, I’ve ALSO learned that my site stopped pushing updates to Twitter, and therefore the Facebook page, at some point in mid-August. WHICH IS GREAT. That’s what everyone wants to hear when they’re trying to get some exposure, am I right?
Which is all fine and well. I haven’t been putting out a lot of content lately, but it still kind of sucks a lot. It’s just annoying to not have a lot of time to make the kinds of content I want to make. Poetry is running out, and I am quickly reaching the end of my rope. Only about 30 poems left to go after the omissions.
I hope to make up for this by introducing more and more video content. And graphic art stuff! I’m currently making a photography guide that goes over pretty much everything I know so far. It’s a lot of fun to put together, but time consuming. I work on it in the middle of waiting for videos to render.
In other news, I’ve finally done it. On September 18th, Mount Si became mine, finally overwriting the last of the symbols from my history with my own associations.
Three and a half hours up. One and a half down. 8 miles. One hour at the summit. And no, I didn’t climb haystack. I’m not quite into the idea yet, especially not carrying my Sony and wearing a bunch of gear. My whole body is still sore from the experience.
I have 40 minutes of 4k, 60fps GoPro footage that’s taken 9 hours to render, and it’s only at 75% done. So that’s good. My computer is in need of an upgrade at some point, that’s for damn sure.
And after that hike and miserable traffic-infested drive back, I went out to the Airport Tavern to take some more video and chat shit about being the house filmmaker. Which is exciting, but I arrived late and no one was in the right mind to talk about business stuff. That was a terrible oversight on my part, but I appreciated having time to nap after the hike.
That’s pretty much everything going on around here. Except the fact that I am going to be a student of Digital Film at the Art Institute of Seattle soon. Still prepping, so maybe not this quarter with everything else going on. But soon.
Thank you all for continuing to tune in. I realize that we’ve been on a bit of a downward spiral, but this is where it picks up: with accidental lewd poetry email bombs.
There are quite a lot of ways to go about this, but I figured this would be a good way to go.
This journal is dedicated to the love of my life, as she ages another year, and this time on the other side of the world. I figured it would be the best time to kind of describe this side of my life in a journal, and give a certain someone something to wake up to on their feed.
We met in a poetry class, and then again in international relations. It was almost serendipitous as to how I appeared, and she at the same time. A little over two years ago, now. Kinda crazy to think. Never speaking, really, until we did.
And after we really connected, much followed. In a lot of ways, she rescued me, and she’s constantly here to drive me to be the best that I can be, and achieve all that I can. Through creative passions, professional inclinations, hell, high water, calm, and all the chaos you can taste, we’ve been here for each other for what feels like a decade.
A very happy, very satisfying decade. Coffee dates, hiking, concerts, road trips, camping, movies, all kinds of stuff, and I can’t imagine even being alone while doing any of it. So much left on the docket, and it excites me to know that life is in the palm of my hand when it comes to making time.
I get someone to talk to pointless stuff about that still makes sense. Someone I get to hold hands with. Someone I find more enjoyment in being near than anything else. Being a poet only helps so far as I can describe how much she means to me. Which is further and further every day.
Nadine is the strongest thing I have ever encountered, and I am lucky to call myself hers with a tungsten ring on my right hand, and a copper one on hers.
Life isn’t always easy, however, and there’s much left of it to experience. Much more brooding, uncertain, and to be perfectly honest; utterly chaotic stuff is on the horizon, but the horizon is gentle and allows us to grow stronger before it arrives.
With this passing birthday, she’s across the world and I’m at home trying to make myself better every day so that when she comes back all the more experienced, we’ve grown together apart.
And you know, there’s so much left to the story. A lot untold already, and a lot yet to be seen, but that’s the gist of it: she’s the best thing that ever happened to me.
I’m thankful to belong to such a cool person.
She’s also started up her own website, and I dare say she’s more verbose and better at this whole thing than I am. So give her journals overseas a look here: https://sonadinewrites.com.
So happy birthday, Nadine Nabass. You’re my favorite thing.
While it turns to autumn here, I’ll be thinking of you. And staring at my ring.
For those of you who are tuned in to Radio Reality City, I appreciate your looking at this journal! Not exactly regularly scheduled programming, I know, but when was the last time we had any of that? Quite a lot going on behind the scenes! I’ve said a lot here that I normally don’t verbalize on these journals.
When I woke up yesterday morning, I couldn’t use my own strength to get out of bed, lest I let another muscle spasm in my back get worse and bring me right back down to earth. This two-hour long struggle culminated in me passing out due to the pain, which is a sensation I have never quite experienced before.
It felt like I lived another life for years, and woke up in someone else’s body, staring at my ceiling. A hot flash later, and some lightheadedness passing by, and I realized where I was again.
Hello from Radio Reality City! This is your host, Jake Thomas Shaw, back on the attack. As a wise man once said, “Attack your body before it attacks you!”
Boy, I can hardly remember the last time I took a crack at one of these journals. I guess that’s a good thing when you try to trend towards a more professional website. As included in the upgrades to our lovely .city address from which you now read this journal, I have also shelved away the entire section to below my About/Contact page. This isn’t to isolate it, by any means, and though a lot of people seem interested in my day to day, I’d rather my work be at the forefront. It’s still there, just takes a bit of digging.
So what’s new? I usually discuss projects or acquisitions, but I must say that the station is in a bit of a maintenance period at the moment. As a whole, production is on a big upswing, but the newer devices I’ve gotten my hands on still have some kinks to be ironed out. Helios lens needs some getting used to.
I put together my first drone build some weeks ago, was able to get it off the ground and dispatch radio telemetry to my goggles just fine, but it’s refusing to arm now. I’m in talks with BETAFPV to troubleshoot.
Putting it all together, soldering what needed it, and throwing the frame over the top is some of the most fun I’ve had on my own in a while.
Also part of the latest series of escapades is filming for a local club, the Airport Tavern. Some pretty good people out there, and maybe it’s not my scene, but man is it fun to go out and actually talk to people who’s entire lives are about music. It was weird to be able to throw out criticisms of old Simian Mobile Disco and Basement Jaxx, and get a response. Maybe not my scene. But maybe it is a little bit.
I’ve made some contacts with the Art Institute of Seattle, and have been accepted into the Digital Film Bachelors program there, so that’s awesome.
As I type this now, the menu music for Destiny 2: Forsaken plays, and the rain outside my window increases in volume.
Sometimes, things seem to line up. No matter the cervical sprain, no matter the rejection, no matter the sundrance of what you thought was normal, there’s always a way.
I think a lot of people look at life like an algebraic equation; there’s a set of variables that need to be in the exact way in order for everything to work out. As if there’s only one right answer to living properly.
It would be highly disagreeable to think that at any given moment, you have only one path forward. There’s an infinite number of ways you could live, and live well, you just have to seek opportunities. They may not come crashing down at your feet, and in fact the door may be locked to you momentarily. Does this dissuade you from achieving? It shouldn’t.
That door should be looked at with contempt, and outright disgust for its intrusion and blockage of your path.
I talk a lot about what it takes to overcome obstacles in life. Not every time that I bring it up do I bring it up for whomever might be reading this. Sometimes, I need to remind myself that 4 years ago, I was alone, afraid, vulnerable, and had no idea what life I would ever lead. What aspirations I might someday have.
Was I ever afraid of becoming something I didn’t want to? Was I afraid of running out of time? Yes and yes, and to an extent, I still am.
But every day, I wake up, and make the dreams of an 8th grade me come true. Never in my wildest dreams could I hope to think I would have ever been through what I have and be right where I am now.
Tungsten promise ring on my finger, and a copper and amethyst one on hers.
As my love’s birthday approaches, I am reminded of a weird point in my life that signaled the end of the easy. This September 14th, she’s celebrating another year lived, and fought hard for. Another year down in the flight of years to climb on your way through memories and experience. We’re celebrating a lot together, but apart.
On September 14th, 2010, I was excited to be opening up my copy of Halo: Reach, not understanding exactly what any of it meant, but enjoying it all the same. The end of an era of sleepovers, of wishing to be a YouTube star, of wanting to make short films, of experimenting with things I had no business experimenting. The end of an era where I went to school with my best friend, and the end of an age of innocence before high school would make each of us try to find out who we are.
I don’t think I found out who I was until 2014.
Lo and behold, with the advent of new friends comes sleepovers, clubbing, studio photography, going out to Seattle to go to class, and so much more. The beginning of a new era.
The beginning of Year V of Radio Reality City.
My poetry is no longer cordoned off by era, or month, no it’s all out there on its page free and ready to be scrutinized by anyone who cares to take a magnifying glass to my words. Do it, I dare you, it’s fun for me.
This limbo has not come easy, but it will leave with grace. Helios lens on my hip. Drone in my pocket. I’m ready to go forth again.
Thank you for continuing to consume reality, from all corners of this plane, and from anywhere you might see me. I’m here, and this is my city.
It’s been a while since I wrote the last journal. Almost 20 days or so, and the change of winds is palpable even on the website now for Year V’s ramp up. It’s creeping deep into my bones and moving my flesh above those.
Year V is upon us, and it feels like I’m walking through a door to a second chance at what the last five years have meant. Things are much different now. Down to the tiniest little detail. Doing new kinds of things. Listening to new types of stuff. Making new kinds of art.
All the while, life has to happen, so journals will shift in format slightly to compensate for the downtime in between them. I’m working full-time now, doing more when I go out, now, and writing so rarely that instead of an author of reality I’m now more of a photojournalist of reality. Doesn’t mean that poetry will ever stop. Just less of it these days as taking pictures of each experience dominates.
Over the past few weeks, I’ve gone to see a production of the Rocky Horror Picture Show, shadowcast locally in Tacoma. My SO’s friend had a part in the shadow cast, and it was a pretty awesome experience all told. Go to one of those things if they happen near you.
Bellingham saw me walk among its cobbled roads again, having lunch at the Western Washington University lunch room. Woods Coffee called my name once more. And I got to walk around Fairhaven for the first time after hearing so much about it so long ago. Even though the Monarch went, it didn’t fly. Didn’t feel right, not this time. I have to be a proper tourist first, and make a special drone trip out next time I’m hitting some spots up near the border.
I could no longer find use out of the 80D, and so I switched gears completely. I am now the proud owner of something more befitting the way I use it, the Sony Alpha 6300. Mirrorless all the way. And also 4k video doesn’t hurt much either. Traded in the box set for the 80D, got the 6300 the same day, and ordered myself a little camera cage for it from smallrig. I’m a little more comfortable using it for street photography than I was with the 80D, and I’m glad, because that was the whole damn point. The cage also gives it an exo-skeleton feel, as well as giving me the opportunity to customize a rig for it.
I gave my SO the SL1, my favorite 18-55 EF-S, and a 55-250 IS telephoto. Distancing myself from Canon suddenly just because Sony has the edge on the technology, and the DSLR world is headed for mirrorless technology. For me, it was a no-brainer. Especially after putting it through the wringer.
Year V will not start explosively. It will start, and it will simply begin as it means to go on.
With that in mind, here’s a poem I’ve written called “Uncaged”:
“What can a
Hope to look out to
With a lens to cover
And telephoto distance
Guarded by a hood?
Inspired by this little camera I have now as my every day carry.
This might be the last journal you get from me until Year V. 7 or 8 days left to go. We can do it.