Yes, I love it when someone else edits my work. Yes, I love when someone tells me what I did wrong, and I love trying to fix things.
It will always be depressing when I get work back and see the edits in the triple-digits. Especially when most of the mistakes are stupid and seem like they are things I would NEVER do wrong. Examples are using the wrong “there/their”, switching affect and effect, and missing commas.
Yes, it was a “book” that I wrote in a week. Yes, it was under 500 edits in a manuscript that was well over 15000 words long. I mean, with all of these considerations, it is amazing that there were so few mistakes. Yet, I felt my soul cry a bit with every red-mark that I located.
On the plus side: only 3 comments were made towards content. They were good points, and my logic behind the mistakes was horribly flawed. The other saving grace was that I noticed the mistakes as soon as I read over the sentence. I cannot decide whether that is because I am a much better writer, or because I have no read the material for so long.
My eventual point is that, if you can, get someone else to edit your work. Especially because, in my case, over 50% of the mistakes were words spelt correctly, and the grammar was sound enough to be ignored by spellcheck.
Have you noticed the state of the world? It’s predictable. It’s repetitive. It’s predictable. Between the disregard for decency, the inaccurate comparisons to Nazi Germany, and whatever Russia is doing, I am beyond underwhelmed with the state of everything currently. Even music has done little new to blow my mind as of late.
I don’t pretend to have needed answers to all that ails the world. I don’t even have answers for what ails my immediate life. I am stuck in this state of being completely under, yet over, whelmed and angry.
Yes, angry. Not upset, not depressed, angry. I want to slap all the people that have opinions against their own interest. I am floored at the complete disregard for their own interests. Is that an arrogant position to have? Probably. Which compounds the level of anger that I feel.
I am not even going to list what’s wrong with everything right now. I’m too tired. I have to struggle to get out of bed recently, because I just can’t with this bullshit. Yes, part of it is that I don’t have all the sources to back my points up.
That’s another part that frustrates me to no end: the fact that I need to justify every point I make because, somehow, they are novel opinions to have. Even though we have done all, and I mean ALL, of this before.
That’s part of why I haven’t been writing here as much as of late. I mean, I have a new release coming in the next two months. One would be vindicated for assuming that I should have a bigger footprint.
Hi, I vanished. I have been doing far too much stressing over things that I cannot begin to have an effect on.
I’m not going to explain further.
I will be doing more updates; probably next month. I hope to hear more about book release, distribution, as well as more exciting things that I hope to have set up in the next bit.
In the meantime, here is my Patreon where you can help me feed my pets. I have had the same few people forever, and I appreciate them greatly. I hope to add to that number, and I would very much love to make you part of the family!
I found myself trying to figure out the perfect question to ask someone to measure the level of their compassion. Unable to find the imagination to come up with something original, I started dwelling on the old situation.
You go shopping at a 24 hour grocery store. Other than one or two people inside, the property is empty. At the end of your haul, you enter the vacant parking lot. After you put your score inside your car, you look down at the empty grocery cart. Do you put it in the correct place for the employee who will have to take care of it in the morning, or do you leave it in the parking space next to you? REMINDER: No one sees you. You used the self checkout, and you did not speak to another employee while you were inside. Minus you, no one knows that you are even there.
Then, because my mind is broken, I extrapolated on that.
Mostly the same situation, but there is one other person in the lot. They leave their cart. Do you take that as permission to leave yours, put your cart in the proper spot, or put yours AND theirs away?
Final thing I thought of: the same situation as step two, but the port is about half full and a fair distance from where you are.
There were more situation I got ruminating on, but those were 3 of the 4 main ones. The only other question I will leave you with: would you tell anyone about what you chose?
I’ll leave you to decide if you need to leave a comment. I can promise that I will answer, but I will never say what I choose. I also would not judge you if you decide to leave a comment.
You know those albums that you want to share with the world, but are unsure how people will take your description? This is one of those albums for me.
I consider this the perfect example of what punk can be. I am well aware that this album is not strictly considered punk, more new-wave, but I cannot overstate just how punk this album is!
First of all, there is something beautiful about how repetitive and simple everything is. I’m pretty sure that the entire thing is just in 4/4, and there are no solos from any instruments. Instead, just fantastic groove and a steady beat. On a few of the songs, a traditional chorus change is sequestered for the disappearance of an instrument. It keeps the infectus groove while giving a little more body.
Secondly, the lyrics are both rambly and important. They can be self-serving, but they can also be extrapolated to give way to a grander exploration of society as a whole. That last sentence just explains how you can sing along, or you can sit back and enjoy. I cannot see any greater meaning, or anything offensive and stupid.
Third, and most intriguing, they use a fucking accordion occasionally.
I love this album. I really think that more punks should have it in their playlist, and I think that it needs more recognition. Personal favourite song is “Nature’s Not In It“, but it is also the most mainstream. The song “Damaged Goods” is by far the one I would push if you’re looking for the punk influence that I keep trying to spearhead into this blurb.
I am writing this as a Canadian. I am writing this with no immediate impact made to me or my loved ones. These are important things to note, because it stengthens my point.
We got to witness, without bias, the events of that day. We see the reports, we hear what people say, and we keep our mouths closed because “it’s not our place.”
I have been hearing many different sources say that it’s deplorable to compare the events that day to Pearl Harbour. I disagree, simply because Pearl Harbour was an act of war made by a foreign force, this was your own people.
I have heard that this was a “Peaceful Protest” and how the violence was exaggerated to benefit those on the left. To that, I simply point to the dead who were killed by the surges of people.
Now, my only sources are outlets that are biased heavily left. I have tried to watch more conservative pieces, but the objective lies that are told frustrate me to no end. I admit that, because of this, my opinion is skewed heavily towards the left, or more centre left. However, parts of my opinion are based on observation alone.
I am not going to pass judgment or give “solutions”. I’m not even sure if you can find a solution for that kind of event.
In the video linked above, Neil talks about how we defined intelligence, so we dictate what it looks like. It got me wondering if we were right in doing so. I realize that the questioning of that brings up only more questions, but I just wonder what we discount to keep ourselves on the high end of the scale that we manufactured.
We say intelligence is defined, in part by, our ability to converse and illustrate ideas. The issue with using that as a barometer is that we have, as a species, defined what conversation and a sharing of ideas even looks like. To say something is not intelligent negates every possible “advantage” that we have never even considered.
I could get into the idea of a soul, general consciousness, and things of that elk. Fortunately (unfortunately?) I don’t even pretend to have answers to those. Religion used to exclusively have perceived answers, and people now pretend that they have grander explanations. Luckily for you, I don’t even pretend too have answers. I don’t even have an idea how to go about answering the question of intelligence and how it could be defined anyway that has not been prescribed by humans.
Happy New Year! I hope your holidays were fantastic, and you had a great night!
I have an unpopular take: 2022 is going to be the same train wreck that we have been living through for the last 24 months.
I’m sorry to say that: I hate thinking like that, but unless we see a radical change in everyone, we’re doomed to deal with the same hell that has been going for far too long.
Call me a cynic, but I really don’t see that change happening. I fully admit that I watch too much left-wing news. Don’t get me wrong: I see the importance of understanding both sides. However, the left seems to evaluate the right in far greater detail, and with an actual examination of the content. The right seems to fixate on phrases, concepts that don’t exist, and unfair exaggeration of those concepts. My point being that I would watch more right-wing things if I found a source that didn’t make me angry.
Anyway, back to why I am cynical.
Climate change is real. Racial discrimination is real. Gender discrimination is real. LBGQ+ rights are in jeopardy. Until EACH of these things are, not just addressed, fixed: we’re still in a literal tinder box sitting next to a fire.
I don’t know how to fix it. I have been so isolated in my domain for so long. I have lost contact with people in political positions, I no longer have a physical group to preach to, and I feel like I am screaming into a void.
So, your task this year is to prove me wrong. Let’s see this year kick major ass and be everything that we hopped it would be. Do something to better your life immediately, and we’ll see how it snowballs.