Tanner Greer Notices Me, Oh My
Oh ho ho. No less than the brilliant Tanner Greer tweeted a link to my essay, "The Rarest Mandarin Syllables." I'm humbled -- but not so humbled I'm not gonna blog about it. It's not every day a senpai notices you.
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Maxwell JoslynOh ho ho. No less than the brilliant Tanner Greer tweeted a link to my essay, "The Rarest Mandarin Syllables." I'm humbled -- but not so humbled I'm not gonna blog about it. It's not every day a senpai notices you.
Oh, cool! In the second issue of their "news roundup" feature, Paper Republic featured my page "The Rarest Mandarin Syllables!" Thanks, Jack!
From Drong Beach, California comes another interview with The Drongo.
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The Drongo: Chris Stasse and I have been friends since we met as college sophomores taking Second Year Chinese. Today's interview guest is a supreme shenaniganeer, one who acts with vigor and learns with rigor.
This portfolio helped earn my admittance to the Computational Media master's program at UC Santa Cruz.
Areas: creative, technical
Ryan Quest was a gift for Ryan Wright, my college roommate. In this interactive fiction, you play as Ryan in a fever-dream parody of his life as a Game Studies graduate student in Copenhagen.
Until I sat the protagonist down in front of the completed game, he was totally unaware that I was working on a videogame, much less one about him.
This morning message is work in progress, for sure. It means something, but doesn't mean it as fully as it might.
I'm posting it to keep encouraging myself to post snippets and snoopets.
For breakfast, man made sausage, so I sausage, And squint askew as Ra holds high his disk. With no time for poetic inspiration, He casts aside the slinking clouds of mist. The seagulls, noisy poopers, have come inland. With stupid orange mouths agape, they wheel, Ungainly flap, and float, til they spy refuse, Then land to fight amongst themselves and squeal. On high, in blue, airliners cut a contrast, Speed straight where birds must fart around like clods. Do seagulls ever wonder what a plane is? Do they believe in jets, as we do gods?
I have typing-induced RSI aggravated by a fall off a bicycle. I've struggled for months with available voice-input software. I've been forced to place nearly all of my personal projects on hold, and I'm uncertain how I will perform a normal job without further degrading my hands.
I will not stand for this. Computers can do anything. My mission in 2021 is to build the best possible no-hands interface for textual work at the computer.
I'm currently seeking funding which would allow my mission to become my job. Failing that, I will at least find mentors to guide me as I create this interface myself.
The day has come! Welcome, one and all, to the first interview with The Drongo.
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The Drongo: Please join me in welcoming Karthik to the stage. For being the first interview guest, his courage is matched only by his drongitude. I can also vouch for his sense of humor. Karthik, please introduce yourself to the audience.