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Archive for September, 2010


Saturday, September 18th, 2010

Tonight, John ran a game of Dread. He nailed it. We nailed it. And we recorded it.

The audio quality isn’t the best—we were operating off my computer’s internal mic. But we got the whole game, and most of our post-mortem (an apt choice of words when the game is Dread). I’m gonna clean up the audio a bit and cut out the bit where we have dinner in the middle, and then, with the permission of the participants and the CU IRB*, post it.

The conceit of the game was that we were playing a bunch of roleplayers—and the border between our characters’ real lives and our characters’ characters began to break down when we went down the rabbit hole, as it were. The whole thing was a bit of an Alice story, but with more fear-for-your-life thrown in. The drums in the deep were constantly pounding in our ears. I’ll avoid spoilers until I’ve gotten the audio cleaned and transcribed.

* I originally intended to record this session to get discourse data for use in a class I’m taking. As such, the IRB gets to have a say.


Friday, September 17th, 2010

This post by Ta-Nehisi Coates is one of the most beautiful things I’ve read in a long time. That’s all for now.

(More coming soon, some questions about linguistics and what areas of research I might want best to pursue. Also, I think a bit of Vincent Baker’s writing style is rubbing off on me.)


Sunday, September 12th, 2010

Today, I was staring blankly at Information Structuring in Papago Narrative Discourse (Payne 1987), and getting nowhere. Ever alert and ever insightful, Allison suggested we go for a walk, and get out of the house.

And what a walk! We went up the Wonderland Creek Trail (how perfect for her, right?) where she’s been going for runs lately, and saw the hordes of grasshoppers bouncing around the tall grass. We walked along the creek under the shade of the trees, and it felt perfect. I am glad to have water like that so close.fantastic

But the best was yet to come. On the way back, we went through a tunnel that the creek and the path take under the road. And there, we found the echo. The perfect, amazing echo. We sang Foggy Dew and then I sang Patriot Game, and Allie observed that, given the melodic structure of the song and the strength and timing of the echo, I was accompanying myself. It was just what I needed.

Now, about that information structuring in Tohono O’odham (“Papago” being not the right name).


Sunday, September 5th, 2010

The semester is going well so far—classes that fill my head with ideas, questions, and new perspectives. TAing is good so far—running a classroom ain’t so bad, and can even be kinda fun. I have a social world, too, seeing people I knew last time I was out here, and meeting new people, too.

Yet. I long for Toronto, Stromness, Dublin, Machiasport. I long for places I’ve never been—St. John’s, Reykjavik, Halifax. I long to see the north Atlantic with a steel-grey sky above it, threatening storm. I long to sit by the window and drink tea, debating whether I should walk out into the wind and watch the weather come in, holding myself tight against the chill.

That makes the warmth and the music and friends all the sweeter.