Aerochrome, Pronto – Journal 3/17/18

This one’s a long time coming.

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Where to start, where to start?

It’s been a while. Last journal was actually pumped out back in November. That was before Nadine was back from Jordan and before more stuff got so fucked up. Fucked up does not equal bad things. Fucked up can mean the end of one thing and the beginning of another. It’s been five months since I’ve been able to speak my mind out here on Radio Reality City, so let’s take it from the top.

Further Radio Reality City canon is being refined, so the two of you who are actually sticking around for the short stories and the lore can rest assured that there is more in development every day. Honestly, it’s only getting cooler by the second, but unfortunately the day where I can share it is a far ways off.

Tonight I’m being reminded that Olympia was a long time ago, and my creative bursts since then have changed their manifestation.

If you’ve ever perused my archives here at RRC, you’ll notice that I commonly say I write to remember. Well, I write to preserve. I write to preserve times and places. Things I couldn’t get a picture of, that’s how this all started. Stories of ideas that I never thought I’d be able to look at with my own two eyes. But it’s being built up now with an upward spiral of technical knowledge around cameras and how they work.

Since I’m getting better at photography, I’ve barely written a poem in five months. My general way of expressing myself hasn’t changed, but I am devoting much less time to sitting with my notepad. While that is a rather sad thing to think about, the one avenue of creativity pretty much all but shutting off, I feel as though I have a certain amount of mastery that makes me happy.

In December I was a featured poet in Tacoma, at Honey at Alma Mater. Familiar faces were there, Nadine was there. She was featured, too, and so begins the surreality of other creative options I can now set my sights on.

Since you last saw me I was just getting into drones, but that’s been put on the backburner to focus solely on photography. I’ve got another couple of shoots under my belt, and more lenses than I really know what to do with. I now have a Sony 50mm f/1.8 for the sake of simplicity. The Helios is gorgeous but it’s difficult to work with in practical situations.

So let’s talk gear, then. One of my recent gets was the Fotodiox PRONTO autofocusing adapter. It’s a motorized adapter for manual SLR lenses, natively a Leica M-mount to Sony E. It is also arguably a direct clone of the Techart Pro adapter, that was patented first and sold first. I would have gotten the Techart if it was $129 less expensive, to be more in competition with the Fotodiox. People are review-bombing the PRONTO and slagging it off for existing, but whatever. It does exactly what I wanted it to for less money, in a solid brass and aluminum construction. So with the PRONTO, an M42 to M-mount adapter, and my Helios 44-2, I now have autofocused Helios shots. Which is fucking insanity. I thought it was possible, but was actually surprised when I found out I could make it happen, so I did.

Nadine in autofocused Helios 44-2.

I can’t use my Helios 40-2 (although that is the eventual goal here) because it’s too heavy for the motors on the PRONTO, so I have to hold the Helios and loosely grip my camera to make it work. I’ve gotten in contact with the Smallrig people (they make my camera cage and a bunch of professional cinema level cages equipment) to see if they have a lens support and rail system to support a moving lens. I have yet to find a solution.

Also had to dremmel off the front couple of millimeters around the front of my cage to get the PRONTO to work, so now I’m rocking that Metro: Exodus look on my camera. Works well with my Jupiter-11.

Oh yeah, I have a slick Jupiter-11 135mm f/4 now, also in M42 mount. I can’t get enough of these KMZ lenses.

For the ‘radio’ part of Radio Reality City, my recent photography interests have been found in infrared light. I have been struck with inspiration by Richard Mosse’s ‘The Enclave’, where he and a crew of guys took rolls of Aerochrome 1443 film out to the Congo and filmed the civil war happening there. Aerochrome is responsible for wicked pink foliage and super blue hues in infrared light, and I’ve found a company that recently released a filter that’ll make Aerochrome happen in digital cameras. Trick is, you have to have a full spectrum camera, that is: a camera that can see from 300nm to 1200nm, from the tip of ultraviolet light all the way through near-infrared light.

Naturally, I have already signed myself up to open up the Sony A6300 of mine to full spectrum. I have to send it in to get it worked on here within the week. Then after that will come some appropriate filters for use in infrared photography. I’m psyched. Kolari Vision are the opticians who are going to work on my camera, and I highly recommend you give them a looking at if you’re interested in things UV and IR.

A close friend of mine has independently discovered the wonders of ultraviolet strobes in studio photography, so there might be something cool happening there. We shall see!

That’s all for photography stuff. On the backend I’ve been chipping away at updates for the site and uploading my creative works to the cloud so I have them everywhere.

It has been a demanding couple of months here, guys. I don’t know if anyone else saw the tweet a few weeks ago where 2019 feels like season four of 2016. I resonate with that to a degree. Things are just the same but brand new. Well, almost.

Moving out, new car, actual school, and other stuff set to happen this year.

If any of my readers find themselves in Seattle, you may have heard that the Art Institutes of Seattle shut down without much warning aside from an email this month. Students were notified about two weeks ago that they had a month to see if anyone was going to purchase the school. No one did. So they had to shut down early.

I was almost one of the 650 students scrambling to see. I was being called daily by admissions staff, wanting me to come to orientation in January and all that. When I backed out (because over 20 Art Institutes campuses closed last year alone, and because I was paying attention to my surroundings), I was told by my admissions handler that he’s only seen one or two people out of fifty come back the next year after withdrawing their application. Well. Look how that turned out.

It’s really a shame that there’s no longer anything to go back to. It’s even rumored that faculty and students looted the place. The company that owns the Art Institutes no longer cares about the non-profit nature of art schools, clearly. If you’re reading this and going to an Art Institutes campus, take a look around, okay? Make sure things are okay.

With that being said, try two at UWT has been sent out. This time before the deadline, and this time with a better thought out essay and major. Cybersecurity is going to be the name of the game for school for me. I think it’s fitting, and hey I do enjoy programming. I’d love to learn more.

I am beat, you guys. I haven’t done much writing like this in so long I can feel it weighing down on my getting out this journal.

I will say that I can’t wait to start posting Aerochrome Helios shots. And that I’m going to be going on a trip this summer, which will give me so much to think about and make out out of. 2019 is a slow burn. Little victories every month. Nothing massive quite yet, but that’s okay. I’m doing well so far.

Thank you guys for sticking around. If the site looks messed up right now, don’t worry about it. I’m trying to do more of a portfolio thing with this whole endeavor, but I really want to keep these more personal parts in. Are these things mutually exclusive? I don’t even know that yet.

Consume reality!

Radio Reality City!

Paradox – Journal 7/7/2018

Been a while. Some cool stuff has happened. These journals are becoming more sparse as things cool on and off around the station. Which, I can call my new PC setup the station proper.

A journal or two ago I mentioned Unreal Engine 4 developments for the Oculus Rift but boy is Unreal hard to get into as a beginner. I was chatting with a Unity dev the other day who ushered me to give that engine a try over Unreal. I’m not planning on making the next big hit, just a toolkit to play around with creative stuff. My end goal for this outing is to create a reality to write poetry in. So Unity is actually being a little more manageable.

The 80D has been acquired, and with it a host of new shots and capability like with the SL1. Except this time I’m getting even more megapixel coverage and some other neat features built into a heavier frame.

I’ve been able to shoot my sister’s wedding with it so far, with a couple of the shots added to the portfolio section of the site as well as a video posted to the multimedia spot. I edited it together for her and used music by Tycho, and after getting in contact with a Ghostly International label representative, I am proud to announce that I have been allowed the use of Tycho’s music so long as they are credited in my work and the productions go unmonetized! So that’s pretty damn exciting, I’d say!

Something also came up, but is possibly a controversial move. I have decided to make a watermark for Radio Reality City and its photos. You’ll see it start applying to photos from about two days ago, and its usage is something I will continue to use as time goes on. I’m still in a critical period where I need to market myself any which way. Recently I’ve also been paying more attention to social media outlets and what their usage could mean for the expansion of RRC. So far it’s been pretty good.

I also decided to dazzle up the logo a little bit, and OBS will let me record with some versatility, so here’s a little show of how I did it!

Today I was almost dead-set on getting a gimbal for my DSLRs but decided against it. There are some more pressing matters to attend to right now, and to be honest I haven’t really been without a gimbal long enough to know how to make good video and take steady shots on my own. I’ve tried, but haven’t been all that successful yet.

But I have the new DSLR, new portfolio material, and through my work I’ve actually been able to become certified in the operation and technical aspects of a bunch of camera manufacturers. Now added to my LinkedIn profile.

Slow going on a lot of other things thanks to the amount of stuff I’m actually doing these days. My camera and notebook still follow me wherever I go. Nothing has changed from two years ago.

Thank you all for helping me continue in all this. For your continued support in general and viewership. It really means a lot to me. And consider giving to reality on Patreon to give us here something to keep the lights going!

So please, consume reality!

Radio Reality City!

Death6ish – Rehashed

I’ve finally stopped fiddling with my 100D long enough to sit down and take a look at part 1 of a 2 part sequence called Deathwish! Now, this poem, Death6ish, started in a way I can’t remember at this moment, but it tumbled way out of control and found itself glassed with references to Destiny as well as a pretty neat 6-line set that punctuates the entire piece.

As usual, including link to the full poem, but we’ll also be looking stanza-by-stanza.

Death6ish – Text

Stanzas 1 and 2:

“We planned out harvest
In August
And we knew what we
Were doing

Blue skies
Rich soil
Hills like
Gold foil”

I love August. August is when everything starts in Radio Reality City. It’s summery, and autumney, but not quite both yet. I’ve written about the feeling before, but not so well as I have in this poem.

So what have we here? Quatrains, with a single rhyme set in the latter stanza displayed here. This stanza sets the scene and also fleshes out the expectation for what I’ll be getting at. See, I can’t remember why I started writing this poem, but I know it was partially an exercise in visuals. I carry this theme heavily throughout as we’ll see.

“Yet this doesn’t feel like home
To us
This endless sunshine and white
Clouds in the ocean blue”

Alright, here’s the introduction of the conflict. This very clearly lays out the discord between the speaker and the weather. The happy, summery weather, I might add. According to tropes, this could mean the speaker is uncomfortable with happiness. We also see a reiteration of the blueness of the sky, compared to the ocean this time. Pretty generic stuff in imagery there.

“We work with what we’ve wrought

When the weather rots
And clouds enrage
At the prospect
Of having not rained

These are the seeds we’ve got
Growing relicous vines and fruit
With a taste that makes cheeks hot
Against an autummnal chill”

Hey now, this is getting good. We’re introduced to the overall theme of the poem in that 6 w-word line, and then we see the personification behind it raining. Okay, cool.

We’re also now exposed to the idea of crop-rearing, and the word ‘relicous’ is thrown in there. I’m going to be perfectly honest, that’s not a word. It’s like the title, where I kinda make it out of the things one would expect root words could attached to.

In this instance, I’m treating the word ‘relic’ as an adjective. Very old vines and fruit that warms you up as you consume. At least I think that was my intention, because I don’t have the notebooks necessary to tell me if this was actually intentional on my part.

“These seeds that grip and root
Entrench and shoot
Through the dirt
And cobble rocks”

Still sticking with the quatrains so far, and this one implies the seeds from which that relicious fruit has grown. Little rhyme along AABC in this one.

“Cherry plot ploughshares
Beaten into swords to defend
Our fields from thieves
Looking to steal our bounty”

Now this stanza is a good one. This is the crux of the whole thing, the theme, the everything. It’s a good knock at the conflict here. Ploughshares beaten into swords in order to keep safe the crops. There is an enemy of some description.

Skipping ahead a few stanzas:

“Meadows in infras and yellows
And fierce copper fields
Rife with ripe-wroughts
Shimmering in somber breeze

We work with what we’ve wrought
Into October

More of that imagery I was mentioning earlier. And then we get a tercet playing off of our central theme. It’s autumn, the harvest is going well, and hell, we’re rhyming a little bit!

“When the wind cannot still
And our ploughs
Beaten back again will
Work the ground now colored
Charred and hazel”

Harvest is being harvested. There’s no need to fight at the moment, and we’ve really broken from the expected quatrains and now we’re entering the penta-dimension. We’re also keeping a rhyme scheme going here as we continue along, much more voraciously than before. ‘Still/ will/ hazel’.

“November and

Swords stand like gargoyles
In the eroding chill
Above a bounty of copper crops
Bearing delicious hot fruit

Our livelihood and sustenance
Brave vermillion
Valiant harvest”

The month is over and now we’ve formed swords again to save the things we’ve worked to make. Vermillion was such a good choice, that line in its entirety ‘brave vermillion’ deserves its own poem. Copper, infra, reds, yellows, and straight up vermillion. It’s November now. Harvest is over.

“No matter what
Come bad crops
Or storms nonstop
Hell or high water


And we end with a note that echoes the references made above. We work with what we’ve wrought.

I had this poem introduced as part of the workshop class I had last year, and in it someone interpreted this poem to be of farmers in the modern day of some description. Where, I really only liked the imagery and needed a way to thread it together. This was one of those poems I wrote that initially had no meaning. As time has gone on, I’ve seen so much in this little world I’ve made.

Time is not measured outside of those months, so this could be anywhere on the world.

It also doesn’t mean that crops are the things that are literally being defended. I wanted this poem to invite as many personal interpretations as possible. Even the ‘brave vermillion’ could reference bloodshed. Doesn’t have to be an item being fought over. Could be ideas, sentiments, or perhaps something else entirely.

The title is the telling part. Deathwish with a 6 where the ‘w’ should be. To connote the 6 w-word line, but also just the word deathwish thrown in there. What does it mean?

That’s exactly what it means. If you work with what you’ve wrought, you have a deathwish. Then is it entirely a good thing that these people are fighting off thieves for their own good? Are they simply surviving? It opens up so many questions, but it also leads to the reason the title is such an oddball.

You don’t need to just survive. The folly is doing just that, working with what you have.

Maybe it’s the capitalist in me, but that must mean there can always be more included with what you have, and you should seek to take it. Though, the farming interpretation was a good one, it’s not what I was going for. Sorry, Larry.

This poem also has a sequel titled Deathw7sh II, along the same chords, but an entirely different direction. We probably won’t be rehashing that one until we get midway down the barrel. Death6ish also has a prequel, called 1eathwish. Which keeps the themes intact but sets them against a perspective looking more cynically on why this specific aphorism is a deathwish to follow.

There is also a follow up to the overall series in Autumnreach, meant to be a part of the overall story but from an entirely different point in the universe, but connects it to the Poikilothermal set. 1eathwish is one we might be getting to later on. I think it’s equally as, if not more, powerful compared to Death6ish. This universe also also connects up to the ‘Knight’ series. We’ll be exploring that much later.

Hope you’ve enjoyed this rehash. Death6ish is a bit of an anomaly where everything started very uncertain and fell into place to make something really meaningful.

Next up, we’ll take a look at Warsxzaw, a poem coming out of the November Era III, or November of 2016. This one also deals with rain, but it also deals with different eras and first dates. How exciting!

Never Sunny in Olympia – Journal 4/7/18

That didn’t happen. Olympia, anyways. Thursday was such a weird day, and Wednesday kicked it off. The weather didn’t even hold out, funny enough. The one day in a week where it rained.

So I asked my plus one if he really wanted to bother, as I’d been running off of a lot of tension and 2 hours of sleep that day, and thankfully we decided to scrap the poetry reading. Our plan would have consisted of filming with the GoPro, walking for about 4 miles out in the weather, and I think we both had fucked up enough nights that it wouldn’t be worth it.

Besides, I found some solace in a nice nap.

I don’t know why this month has made me feel like I need to do everything at once. I’ve begun to suspect I’m hypomaniac or something. That’s what reading up on stuff online could tell you. Anyways, I’ve thought of paying a visit to a psychologist since I don’t think I know as much about myself as I could. Also think it’d just be interesting. I’m not a broken tumblrina, but hey, psyche stuff is fun.

Which is a great segue to talk about things I hate about the college experience so far, namely class morons who use whatever airtime they have to spiel… and spiel… and spiel. Somehow I still get to deal with this. One in each class, actually. So that’s great.

Last quarter at Pierce. I can do this. Just fucking exhausting somehow.

I emerge from the isolated era that was this last week with musical recommendations, a bunch of them. These definitely include artists I’m going to be reaching out to to get permission to use music.

Uppermost – Perseverance (the whole album)

Ocean – Seven Lions and Jason Ross (whole EP)

Soundgarden – yes I’m into grunge now.

Hot Chip – Flutes (just that one for now)

Dirt – Alice in Chains

And yeah. Been a weird little week. A huge mix of a bunch of stuff. I especially recommend Step by Step from Perseverance.

I’m also glad to say I’ve gotten a Year V rendition of the Radio Reality City logo shirt that I’ll now be wearing out and about. This one only cost me $15, thank god. I might be able to get a bunch of these and turn around and sell them. That would be radical.

And with the approach to Year V I’m still debating the schedule and moving things around I’ve set up. I think audio stuff is going to wait. I’ve got season one of Days of Reality City written, but bringing myself to speak into a microphone and edit the audio is really getting to me. I’m focusing so much more on the Monarch lately. Maybe I’ll push back the broadcasts to August? I don’t know. Everything is really so up in the air right now. I don’t know where things might be going.

But I do know that I like making stuff, so that’ll keep happening.

Next up on the list of desired acquisitions: a GoPro HD HERO 4, and a Canon 80D. It’s embarrassing to have lenses worth more than the body of the camera itself, at least right now. I also want a Canon that can do video and accept a shotgun mic for things exactly like poetry readings. Now that I have a shirt again I feel the fire to be able to get up and speak, but I’m quaking just thinking about it. I’m going to have to make it out to Olympia in May and do some slamming with the Old Growth collective.

But for now, we have to focus on the small stuff.

Year V is coming, but there’s much to do before we have to face it.

Here’s a poem I wrote recently that I was quite happy of, and very few of you might even get the reference, but I thought it was hilarious. This is “Lawbreaker”:

“Hey gravity,
fuck you.”

Yep. That’s it. That’s the poem. What an Overwatch killer, huh?

With the increasing focus on very detailed poetry comes the slow production pace. Not getting into those sprints anymore, but the poems I’ve been working on lately have been much more technical, as I’ve been looking back and rehashing some of the stuff I’ve written that hits really good marks.

This week, also, I need to come up with material for. Very focused stuff, because this is all something I need to do justice. Somehow. Weird how life circles back.

So that’s what I’ve got for you from Radio Reality City. Publishing is going to slow considerably. I need to digest some things in my life, take a few steps back, and zoom way in again on specific things.

Maybe this is why I want to go see a psychologist.

If you’re going to do anything, consume reality! Radio Reality City!

The Rising – Journal 3/31/18

We’re ramping up around here. Now that I’ve gotten one of those DNA-sequencing tests back, I’m apparently 40% SCOTTISH?

After being told for so long that we were predominantly Polish and Native American, my sister and I have found out we’re actually not even on the map when it comes to being native. We’re actually 2% Caucasus, over 15% German, and over 15% Polish. But 40% Scottish? What in the hell?

That might actually make my demeanor make sense! Victory through aggression, Scotland forever! I’m a fucking highlander.

After waking up at 7:30 in the morning yesterday, I finally got to finishing the breakdown of the Murmur Box series. Which was a nice trip, it’s always nice to look back at poetry I’ve written over intense feelings because it’s likely I’ve forgotten those specific feelings by the time I take a second look at them. I also came across one of the most technical stanzas I’ve ever written. Buuut…. that was nearly three years ago now. Ha… I need to get another technincal one. Moving on.

It was also during yesterday that I finally convinced myself to seek opportunities. As such, you’ll find me in Olympia next week to perform some poetry with the Old Growth Poetry Collective. My head’s already spinning a little bit. Need to figure out what to read!

As part of the plan, I’m bringing along a friend to film stuff, and I’ve dug up my old GoPro Hero 2, remembering that I now have an appropriate mount to carry it around with. I’m hoping to walk away with a Monarch-like video that documents the evening. We’re going to be revisiting old landmarks and circling back around to places dear to me. Also miiiiight be flying the Monarch itself! Maybe. Don’t know if the plan will allow for it yet. Airspace is a tricky thing, and I’m trying to get in night flights before I’m officially an sUAS pilot.

Two doses of Olympia next week, actually. Both of them circling around to memories.

And as we leave March behind I’m left with this weird sense of finality. The end of an era, no doubt. But we’re looking forward. Forward to the endless depths of constant uncertainty. It’s exciting.

But we don’t leave March without a milestone. We’ve hit over 1,000 views this month, beating out last summer’s record of 873 in July. If that’s an indication of continued retention, I hope to see that number continue to grow. Gotta keep my head in this content-creation thing.

School’s starting up again, and now I’m truly without a paddle as my advisor has announced that she’s simply leaving Pierce College. Which is fantastic, since I’ve ostensibly been without an advisor for a year and a half. I want to put Pierce down like the bad guy in Water for Elephants. And if I don’t come out of Pierce without an editorial essay on my experience, then I will not have done it properly.

With school becoming a smaller and smaller part of my life, I’m actually looking into more opportunities as I mentioned at the beginning. I have another paper collection in the works after I sell the last 7 copies of Abandon Ship (get it on Patreon, buy now, beat the rush!) and I’ve reached out to way more artists to see about getting permission to use their music in the background of videos I produce. Among those are Dance With the Dead, Battle Tapes, Mr. Bill, Au5, and a couple of others. I’m starstruck every time I put together one of those emails to send.

sUAS certification brings commercial drone work, and offers to do photography for friends are increasing. Graduation photos are a hot commodity. Honestly, I’m finding it fulfilling to be able to drown myself in my work a little bit. I have never done it at this extent before.

Also, also: I’m doing more with cryptography. See the post from earlier today at 3AM. I’m actually hoping to develop an in-house polysubstitution cipher. Maybe make an alphabet to go with it. Some of my poetry has dabbled in that subject like Drlct. Other things have been blatantly vague, but it hasn’t gotten into codebreaking territory. I hope to somewhat change that, with a couple of poems popping up here and there that are truly cryptic.

Now I know where my drive comes from! It comes from my drive to liberate Scotland and fling a claymore around squads of pikemen. I should learn Gaeilic!

Thanks again for tuning in, this time around, I feel we had some substantial stuff to go over. And thanks to all of you for making March break 1,000 views! That’s a massive little milestone!

Consume reality! Radio Reality City!

Wipeout – Journal 3/26/18

Today’s planned Monarch run around Puyallup had to be cancelled thanks to the weather. I upgraded all my firmware for it yesterday, but woke up to the dread of rain. The motors on the DJI Phantom 3 Professional are exposed to the air by their vents, rather intuitively, but that also means that flying them in the rain is asking for a short.

So instead today I’ve decided to coup up in my room and continue housekeeping.

I’m still irritated at myself for the absence of writing drive lately. Still waiting on another rush of 12 poems to come rumbling out like it did a week ago. I might need to dig deep to poems I wrote a year ago and rehash some of those. Like Abstergo Invictus and the like. I need to write more like those, and I have ideas to write about the two of those, all I’m waiting for is the fuel.

Keeping that irritation at bay, I’m wiping my old laptop at long last. After I got this new one at the turn of the new year, I’ve been kicking around what I need to do with the old one. Perfectly functioning, just not useful to me anymore. I needed it to sync my iTunes music (over 15,000 songs at this point, weighing in at 130GB), but have recently found out that I can sync my music from an external hard drive, as well. Since I have one of those, I have no use for all the space on my old computer.

Fantastic. Today is off to an alright start but it’s almost 3 PM.

My interest in blackout poetry is increasing as time goes on, but like with execution of creativity lately it hasn’t much gone anywhere.

However, I did pop open my lightbox yesterday and did some close-ups of sentimental items from my life. And I feel like I’m getting better at digital marketing. Bit by bit, my Instagram @jake_thomas_shaw is growing. It seems to be doing a little better than what I did advertising elsewhere. I’ve also finally gotten a hang of that whole Instagram Poetry thing by using my old notebooks as the subjects. Still playing with how to make it all the best it can be. Tagging seems to be a big deal.

I’ve come up with a paper marketing campaign that can put my printer to use, to debut in April at places I’m close to. The only thing I’d be missing is a lamination machine. But hey, piece by piece we can get to where we want as long as we have a plan and keep going.

That’s today. A wipeout. A clean slate of a studio to make things in, and waiting for that slayer of idleness to creep up and take me down. All this setdressing to make sure that when creativity strikes, I am ready.

It feels like I’ve been preparing for war. And that feeling is good. Preparing for so much, for the next offensive. Next time. For November Defensives. It’s been a 24 hour period of reminiscing, making peace, and cleaning my slate. Dusting, as it were. The arms race for Year V is ramping up ever so slightly. Sometimes I need to list out what’s happened so far to keep myself going. That I have done stuff and can continue to. Where there’s a will, there’s a way.

Let’s get those taps flowing.

Consume reality!

And happy Monday from Radio Reality City!


Quantum – Journal 3/20/18

Man, that last journal was an odd one. That happens every so often when I’m scatterbrained. The more things you have, the more it hurts when it’s all kicked out from under you.

Pierce College continues its rampage against my bank account and general well-being by offering nothing outside of a fishing line with a little piece of paper attached to the end. Recent events have put me in a position where things really are uncertain for the forseeable future. Foreseeable meaning “tomorrow, maybe”. Once Pierce is finally shaken off, the summer will hit, and I will be adrift.

Shall I get that second job, after all? Should I take someone’s offer to go to Maryland with them for a bit? Just because I can?

Where might the Monarch fly, then? Baltimore? Not likely.

Readers, there’s a very strange sensation deep in my bones that’s vibrating at such a high frequency that my teeth rattle when I’m sitting still. I don’t know what this is, and even trying to capture it as a poem is proving elusive. Instead of writing poems about that, I’ve been writing about everything else. In the last two hours I have written 11 poems.

That doesn’t happen much anymore.

We’re tackling themes such as bereavement, food service, finances, moving, flying, and all kinds of stuff. Very mixed bag today. Writing began as my way of keeping things in line when life was so up in the air like this. So it must persist, and it has proven itself to be an integral part of me.

But what about the Days of Reality City?? GUESS WHO’S GOT NOTHING BUT TIME TOMORROW? I might even record and edit TWO episodes! That’d be tippity top!

I make fun of content mill writers I know for writing for content mills to the tune of inconsequential 200-word essays. But here I am, doing the same thing. Perspective has a lot to do with how I write in any given moment, and right now there’s a lot of perspective flowing through the jagged, rusted lead pipes that form my circulatory system.

Project Truth is back on! The engineering project I talked about once for a brief period took a reality check and disappeared for a while, and now it’s back because everything is different now. It does have to do with drones, I will say that. Anything more would be potentially spoiling a surprise.

That’s an interesting segue to talking about the absence of any longer-term projects. I’m finding difficulty in deciding which longer-term projects to begin/I anticipate beginning and finishing this year as we approach number 5.

The roadmap for the rest of Year IV currently looks like this:

March: Monarch Sprint

April: Days of Reality City Season 1 begins.

May: Probably a lot of Poetry

June: Deneb Mythos focus

July: Photography focus

Year V begins in August.

Pretty simple, I think. There’s just so much to do and think of and I don’t have drive all the time. If creativity could be liquefied and put in a red bull, you better believe I would be the first in line to buy it. So many ideas, and only so much time in a day, and only able to type so fast or make content as quickly as a human such as myself can.

Making stuff is irritating sometimes. Like now, in the last two hours, I’ve written 11 poems, and in the past two weeks I hadn’t even broke double digits until today. It’s all quite fascinating, really.

I’ve been given the opportunity to experience regrowth in terms of life in general, and I need to use this opportunity.

Life is a bull market. Buy volatile, and buy low, so when it all jumps back up you can cash out.

Anyways, that’s enough of me droning on for slightly longer than a content mill author. I need to focus on not eating today because I need to save tuition money! It’s been weird already today, and I really hope that is a factor in making me want to write a lot more. I can feel those vibrations pretty strong now.

I might not be able to afford eating, but that doesn’t mean you can’t consume reality! Radio Reality City!



Truth Or Consequences – Journal 3/17/18

Let’s talk about quantum immortality a little bit.

It’s when you’re about to shoot yourself in the head, but in one reality the gun jams, and in the other it keeps going. Imagine it like leaping from one existence to the next, understanding the you’ve made that jump and also carrying the knowledge of your life while you enter a different universe entirely.

I feel like this week has been a lot like that.

I have secured permission from Tape to use their song Beams in a recording of “Wrong Number”, as it was originally meant to be heard. Distorted, fucked up, and generally garbled. It will be everything that poem was originally meant to be, and I smile at that.

Good-Planes continues to be a copyright infringing specter, and my last journal has taught me that the one standard they do have is a profanity filter on the bot. Damn…

And I’ve decided to pilot a new new series that I tried to do a very long time ago called Ad Basher, where I take advertisements and deconstruct them to tell everybody why they’re shit and just how shit they are. Especially that 45 second one I had to sit through on YouTube mobile yesterday, that was a travesty. It put me in an angry mood, so I seek to use that anger in destroying the hearts of awful marketing!

Also also: did a massive site-wide redesign to reign in the new era as we near Year V. Indigo is a prominent color, it all looks better on mobile, and I’m making way for the oodles of content that seep from every pore of my equipment. I’m going to need a lot of room for things to come, and part of that is kicking around the idea of going for WordPress business class at a staggering $300 a year. 4K video is, however, quite demanding. It could be worth it in the long run.

Something about dropping near $1,100 on a drone over the course of a month seems like a rational expense but $300 a year seems like more of a dedication. I assumed that’s mostly because it relies on me continuing to make content and do cool stuff that attracts attention. What an awful way of phrasing “do things that I like doing but also have people look at it”. Maybe I’ll bite the bullet when I hear back from UWT about how nice they’re going to be to me.

So the other day, guess what happened? I absolutely drove to Ellensburg again, this time with the pretenses of flying the Monarch instead of just fucking about waiting to visit someone for 30 minutes.

I learned many things on 3/13/18, and chief among those was that there were WAAAAAYYY cooler spots to fly a drone out there along the way than Ellensburg itself. Snoqualmie Pass? Yes, please! Cle Elum! Hell yeah! Why didn’t we stop there and there? Because my head was clouded too much with nostalgia for a summer where I had visited it previously. Wasn’t even that great, to be honest.

So it was with this whimsy that I started up a truck, grabbed a friend, and drove for 5 and a half hours to be disappointed. I got footage, though! Very, very uninteresting footage that I even put in the video itself.

But let’s get away from disappointments and look forwards towards Year V. Year IV begins to draw to a close in this final quarter of not just Pierce College but also this concurrent year of Radio Reality City.

I have a list of things I would like to accomplish when I go to a 4 year school, or something. Anywhere that isn’t Pierce god damn give-me-all-of-your-money College. Where evidently the chancellor has even heard my plight and declared “Oh, the system has failed this student!”, not realizing that it was CONTINUING to fail. Fuck college, I have a drone.

Things look so small on an iPhone screen when you’re flying a DJI Phantom 3 Professional at an FAA-demanded max altitude of 400 feet. Next stops for the Monarch include Tacoma, Puyallup, and maybe even Olympia! I mixed up my schedules and got out with the Monarch much more than I recorded Days of Reality City, so maybe Days will get better in spring instead and I’ll be focusing on the Monarch until then.

Fuck me, it’s already the 17th. Spring is in 4 days. I’ve got 4 days, essentially, until my self-administered deadline expires. That ought to ramp things up.

Also also: lately I’ve been in the market for a new vehicle and for some reason I specifically want a tank to drive around in. I think it’d be fun.

As part of the opening statement’s theme, let’s drop an excerpt of a poem about quantum immortality in here, because we’re in that kind of riotous mood. Here’s an excerpt from “Thursday in the Danger Room”:

“I wouldn’t let it, so through
My helmet burst tendrils
Of old gods to smite the thoughts
That the pain had caused

Splattering my head against steel
Smashing my chest, so it could steal
The last motions of my living body
And keep it standing so bloody

It was already tomorrow,
Said I,
Yesterday, said the cosmos,
And then it was”

Alright, enough distracting myself. Gotta type up some more stuff tonight, because I’ve been writing again and reconnecting and taking photos and something’s gotta give.

Thank you for tuning in to this little update, and consume reality!

Radio Reality City!


The Real McCoy – Journal 3/9/18

It’s been a year of journals! Hooray! And before the mark was even hit I discovered that some content of mine had been stolen in the form of two of these journals! Following is an email I sent a number of days ago to the host of this website that I still haven’t heard from:


I’m the owner of the website writing in regards to a website under your host that has stolen two of my posts in their entirety.

The offending material in question appears to have been found by a bot searching for any post on tagged “drones” and simply copy/pasted it to their website at

Offending material: and

Original content: and

As you can see, the original blog content has been simply reuploaded after it had been found by the bot on website. No alteration to the text whatsoever.

I’m asking that we escalate this process to have the offending posts removed from under bounds of copyright infringement. The contact address for the website itself has not yet responded, and I am afraid that this event could potentially be taking traffic from my own website.

Regards, Jake Thomas Shaw.”

So that’s fantastic. A bot has stolen two of the higher-demand pieces of content from my site and copy/pasted it to an aggregating website for aviation stuff. Which wouldn’t have been a problem if I had been asked beforehand. Not like a bot was going to ask permission in the first place, which is all the more reason for me to pursue this.

As you can tell, I’m a pretty tiny poetry and arts website that really can’t have large-scale attacks on my work. Something as petty as this seems funny, and I laugh knowing that when I tag this post with the word “drones” this very post will most likely end up on their website. So to they I say “Go fuck yourself, Good Planes! I’m going to buy your domain in July if you don’t comply!”

Because of this my creative efforts have been stalling, as every single time I think of making something I rather think on what ways I can fight this copyright infringement. I have to be the enforcer, since no one else is going to do that for me. With that in mind, if you’ve ever wanted to use a piece of content I have, just shoot on over to the about page and let me know! I’m actually quite chill about it!

Don’t worry, though, there’s still tons of that in the works.

Once I can cut off a piece of Good Planes and wear it like a proud hunting trophy, I’ve got poems about people I haven’t spoken to in 3 years to write, as I’ve learned more about those I used to know. In the past month, every single friend group I’ve ever belonged to has had a presence in some way, and that itself is compelling enough to write.

So I write, and I’ve gotten three Monarch flights planned out for hopefully sometime by the end of this month. Might be a bit of a stretch, but the weather and location here hasn’t been too nice to fly a recently-repaired phantom in.

In addition to this, more short stories have been piling up on my proverbial desk as I continue starting stories and not finishing them. This is most certainly the cause for the delay of further iterations in the Deneb Mythos. There’s also two unnamed horror projects I have planned out and fleshed out slightly that haven’t been moved on in months.

Broadcasts finally have a refined season plan. The Days of Reality City will be published in seasons, but on an irregular schedule. I have the plotline of the pilot episode down, and an extension of that if it works through to the end of a 10-episode season. The first two Days published thus far, on Titans and Photography, will not count as episodes in that season. They will be labeled as being in Season Zero.

I’m trying to juggle a lot but am still drawn to the more immediate arena that I do well in: poetry. This year I’m going to be published in the Pierce College SLAM again, with Gothic Lotus, Death6ish, and Ides of May making their first print published appearance.

And to blend some audio and poetry together, I’m currently trying to get ahold of the Swedish electronic group Tape, to use their song Beams as a backing track for a reading of my poem Wrong Number; for which the inspiration came from the song. Because Wrong Number is such a strange little piece that isn’t exactly pronounceable all the way through, the idea when I wrote it was to distort it with common noises surrounding telecom. In fact the second poetry reading I did as part of SLAM was going to be Wrong Number before I realized I couldn’t read aloud what I had written. This would realize that dream and also be a piece of spoken word poetry that I can claim my name to. Which would be pretty neat.

I do have an excerpt for you this time! It’s been a while since we’ve had one of those. This is going to be the entirety of “6s Plus Autocomplete”, an experimental poem I wrote entirely using my new out-of-the-box iPhone’s autocomplete function to write. Since I will be posting this poem in its entirety, I will be charging $50,000 each for the license to republish this poem that I, Jake Thomas Shaw, have written. This offer is on the table from now until 3/16/18, and any other website found to have published this text during that time, through any outlet not representing me or given written consent, will be pursued for copyright infringement of the license above. This license will add to itself every day it is infringed upon, so a two day infringement shall cost $100,000, a three day infringement shall cost $150,000, and so on. This license is also on a per-case basis, meaning each individual iteration of this poem appearing will have the same penalties applied; two posts on one website equals the same penalty enforced on both instances, effectively multiplying the cost of the copyright infringement. With that lovely little court-enforceable disclaimer right smack dab nestled in this text, here is “6s Plus Autocomplete”:

“Hey you can have
tomorrow night
or maybe
tomorrow night
I will
let him in
and I will
let him out.”

“Hey you can have
tomorrow night
or maybe
tomorrow night
I will
let him in
and I will
let him out.”

The above poem is also © Jake Thomas Shaw 2018. Just for good measure.

This poem was a very spur of the moment idea, and I thoroughly enjoyed disabling the annoying autocomplete feature after this was done. What abstract things lie at the core of an Apple iPhone, I wonder, for it to turn out a poem as vivid as this?

Who knows?

That’s going to be all the energy I have today, listeners. I bid you to watch the skies, for there is Good Planes about, and they are a mindless, predatory drone aiming to take this post by tomorrow evening. I can’t wait to tell them they owe me a lot of money at about the same time tomorrow evening, since I’ll be watching them like a damn hawk. Or crow.

So to those of you here, I appreciate you sticking through this agonizingly slow progression of events, and content release, but I promise you we’ll begin Days of Reality City Season 1 very soon. And I’ve got a Deneb Mythos for you to pop out real soon!

And if you’re coming to my website through Good Planes, welcome! There’s much better content to be found here, I assure you!

Thank you all so much for listening, and please consider becoming a patron to support the station and keep it broadcasting. A single dollar can power this hilltop for 5 hours!

Consume reality!!


The way the air was stained
With sooty carbon
And how warm your cheek
Was pressed against mine

As we talked, on a bench
Reminescing at midnight

The way the lamps danced
As reflections in the lake
And how every person passed
Thought we were out on a date

Something about
How cold it was

As the hands of winter
Reached out with skinny,
Slender fingers to choke
The last life from summer

Clear so the sun would shine
But the air would move
And pierce so fine as
Icicles mounted like bayonets

And every assault that crossed
My palm and into yours
Gave me goosebumps the burst
Of ice would sustain

As I contemplated
This refrain

This domain of pain
Where guard is up
And I’m willfully here
At the foyer of a palace

Where uncertainy reigns
And it rains only at night
Because the ruler of frost
Only rules at day

The way

Those mornings and evenings
In deathly meadows
And rising heat
From the ground our feet

Tread upon

Are all stuck with me, crisp
As the dew that crystalized
Over tall grass and
Dead leaf litter

The way lips felt
Kissing your cheek
And how warm it felt
When I was uncertain