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May 31
to our military
Posted by Nathaniel Robertson at 3:12 pm on May 31, 2010 in life | No Comments »

I think I’ve refrained from saying anything because I didn’t have anything clever to say. That was wrong; I’m sorry.

So simply thank you. Thank you for being brave, thank you for sacrificing, thank you for keeping on keeping on keepin’ on. You’re doing good work. We owe you a lot.

I’m ashamed to say I haven’t been praying for you. I will.

May 31
my audience
Posted by Nathaniel Robertson at 11:26 am on May 31, 2010 in art, life | 3 Comments »

So, if I right a bazillion good posts but nobody ever sees them, I’ve certainly wasted something, right? Maybe it did have it’s purposes, but I’ve realized that I really need to think about audience1.

Who is my audience right now? My friends and family.
How will that audience change? Word of mouth.
Why will people talk? Because I’m writing good things for my audience (or will).

Sure, it’s not bad to write about stuff because you like it and nobody cares. It just doesn’t do that much (except maybe make you happy). I personally would like to have some other people reading what I write and caring about it.

So I must write for the audience I have. That’s the only way to change and grow our audience it seems to me.

  1. It should be noted I learned about this whole audience thing in Rhetoric class with Mr. Tollefson; we went through Aristotle’s Rhetoric and that’s something he talks about. So, at least if I want to be persuasive, I should consider audience. I think its also very much an element of other types of writing, though.
May 24
abortion right now
Posted by Nathaniel Robertson at 4:36 pm on May 24, 2010 in life | No Comments »

Leeann has this in her sidebar and it made me feel a little sick.

That’s a helpless person murdered nearly all the time. Those who can support abortion knowing that suppress the truth they know at some level or another. It’s sick, okay? Sick.

May 4
It’s Day against DRM
Posted by Nathaniel Robertson at 8:30 am on May 4, 2010 in tech | No Comments »

So, technically, I wrote this post last night and right now I’m whizzing along the highway at 55 MPH, but that doesn’t really matter in the scope of the thing.

I don’t have much to say here, but what little there is, I present. DRM is not intrinsically evil but historically it has been harmful to the public. Of course, this is not to say that companies or individuals attempting to protect their intellectual property are wrong, only that DRM as a method of accomplishing this has been maddening (I got burned), often futile, and sometimes scary (i.e. Amazon yanking 1984 from Kindles). It’s tried but not true, if that’s the right turn of phrase. Companies have used it for a couple decades; it hasn’t worked.

Why I’m writing about this is because today is Day against DRM. So I thought I’d let you know some stuff about it. That is all from me; I leave you with the Free Software Foundation’s history of The Decade in DRM (click through to read more).

Since the late 1990s, a handful of media and technology companies has waged war against the public, imposing digital restrictions on the technology we use.. Here is Defective by Design’s look at some of the most significant events in the past 10 years fighting against DRM. If there are important moments missing (which there may be), please send them to us! Despite a number of victories over DRM in specific areas, DRM is far from dead. Whether companies will control and restrict us through our technology remains to be decided, and the battle is now.

May 1
Lyric poem on sleep
Posted by Matthew Hurley at 4:55 pm on May 1, 2010 in art, life | 2 Comments »

This is a declamation I wrote for Rhetoric class. The assignment was to write a lyric poem. I wrote mine on sleep, basing it on my extensive personal experience. Without further ado, then:


Sleep is Enigmatic

Sleep, you are cold-blooded, merciless,
an executioner.
You softly slit my throat from ear to ear
into a smile across my neck,
and spill my warm blood onto Calvin or
The Classic Hundred Poems.
Sleep, you are persuasive and insinuating,
loosening my aching ribs.
The caffeine candle lighting up my skull
can only last so long before
it flickers down and
fizzles on the table.
You charm my drooping head
with dark advances,
soft, beguiling.
And at the last you sooth my eyeballs,
burning, frozen orbs.
Forgiving, gentle sleep.