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Road to The International 4

The International, Dota 2 and all related material belongs to Valve.

 

It’s been some time since we’ve covered more broad topics than writing and fiction. Partly because the whole point of somewherepostculture is to create a repository for our own musings and explorations of the written medium and partly because we’re not very exciting people. However, today begins the first of a series of four regional qualifiers for Valve’s The International tournament. Those who have been browsing for awhile know of my fondness for Valve and their little game called Dota 2. Those who haven’t, well, I am fond of Valve and their little game called Dota 2.

This year, Valve has made the lead-up to the annual tournament and possibly biggest e-sport event a little different. Prior, they had teams fight for a coveted Wildcard position, inviting around ten teams to fight for the chance to get to the other-wise “invite only” competition. This proved to be so successful that Valve has opened the slots this year for five teams to battle each other to get a chance at the $3.8 million dollar and growing prize pool.

That’s right, there is $3.8 million dollars on the table for these teams.

E-sports, as ludicrous as its name may be, is a very new and often misunderstood competition. Yes, they are video games. Yes, people play them professionally. My sister struggled with this when she was first introduced to it because of our preconceived notions of athleticism, competition and the way technology historically interacted with our lives. Personally, I see this sort of event as a glimpse of the future. No longer are the ideas of virtual arenas and cyber-athletes the sort of idea regulated to science fiction visions of possible technological achievements. We are living in a transitory age where the established sport industry is being demonstrated that a physical interaction on a field not only is an unnecessary component but also an outdated one. The advent of the Internet and the gross amounts of money to be made through offering spectators a chance to watch people devoted to mastering the complexities of their games as created a seemingly sustainable enterprise which shows only signs of becoming larger.

I, for one, am excited to be a part of this landmark movement and draw inspiration in how technology will change the face of society and our way of life with each successive invention.

Though, mostly, I just enjoy watching the game being played. Which is weird since I used to loathe watching games being played. I could not understand how people got excited over football teams and matches. I found even our national sport to be rather dull when enjoyed from the bench. I always enjoyed playing the games but the activity of passively observing simply seemed a strange and pointless activity. Now, I understand the appeal. The one thing I really like about e-sports is the interesting connection between spectator and players. I can’t think of any other competition which is boosted and funded by the willing participation of its audience.

The International, in that regard, is both a new and exciting event. As the sole tournament sponsored and run by Valve – the creators of the game – the tournament is available for free in the game client itself. The only tickets to be bought are ones for physical admission to the arena in Seattle where the event will occur. I will not, obviously, be attending but I don’t see that as a missed opportunity because of I can enjoy the commentary right in the game itself rendering the need for visiting moot. It’s the sort of thing I can easily see transitioning to the realm of virtual space and exploration should virtual reality technology develop and catch on with the public. No, the interaction provided for the fans and teams is that Valve offers a digital book for sale which has challenges for the purchaser to attempt and predictions to make with the promise of free items when certain milestones are reached. Furthermore, twenty five percent of the purchase goes directly to the tournament’s prize pool itself.

This creates and easy excuse to rid oneself of the guilt over purchasing an item which will never have a physical component. You aren’t just buying this imaginary book but you are making the livelihood of your favourite teams and players easier by increasing their rewards for placing well in the tournament. It provides the spectator the feeling they are directly impacting the players and the production just by watching and participating in the event.

Clearly this is a valuable idea as the community doubled Valve’s initial 1.6 million starting prize pool in a mere two days. Reaching a prize pool of 4 million dollars seems a very real possibility and its kind of impressive and exciting to see how passionate the audience is for this game. It’s the sort of passion realized by fans who paint themselves and dress in their team’s memorabilia but realized in a space where most of the people involved may never meet face-to-face. I’m glad Valve is the company behind this enterprise since they have a history for innovation and ingenuity unrivaled by their peers.

Anyway, the long and the short of it is, the American qualifiers are on for the next three days followed by the South East Asia, Chinese and European qualifiers. I’m going to be watching quite a lot of Dota so my posts may not be of interest to many of you who come solely for short fiction and writing topics. I’m sure my lovely co-contributors will still provide their quality content but as I’m currently in Dota 2 fever, do not expect a lot of other culture commentary from me in the meanwhile.

If you are interested in Dota 2 and the International, I suggest you check out the official website at blog.dota2.com. Streams of the tournament are found on twitch.tv under the Dota 2 category. They should be easy to find since they’ll all say American Qualifiers and are the ones everyone’s watching.

Game on, team!

A Winner Is You!

This is my winning goodie from Camp NaNo. I'll be thoroughly unimpressed if I'm not allowed to post it here.

 

The cat’s out of the bag. It’s the end of April (well, start of May) and that means our Camp Nanowrimo adventures have come to an end. Derek only wet the bed twice, Kait threw-up the really questionable victory spaghetti after a day of mud sports and I learned some words in German that I’m not allowed sharing in polite company. All in all, I think we would all agree it was time well spent. For my compatriots, this was their first camp as I had to attend its scary, remote location alone last year. My survival, clearly, inspired them this time and we gladly signed up for a cabin together. Had we ghost stories and pranks to share!

As it turns out, they reworked the cabins from last year and we were crammed into our small quarters with eight other individuals. At least, that was the intention judging by the name placards left on the bunks. As it turns out, we had two no shows and no less than three international kids! Clearly, we were the worldly cabin and Derek got a pleasant atmosphere to practice his German much to the unending jealousy of Kait and myself. Needless to say, we snuck a lot of hot sauce in his cereal when he wasn’t looking. I may or may not have placed a snake in his boot though it didn’t seem present in the morning so that little mystery has certainly gone unsolved. In true fashion, there was only three guys as well, making us a little outnumbered and certainly on our best behaviour – at least for the beginning. It’s remarkable how dirty girls will get when the mud slinging begins, however.

A few stats, because our no shows possibly forgot about full registration, they were put down for a whooping 50,000 words a piece. In comparison, our two geeky, video-gaming enthusiast Americans were 30,000 and 10,000. Our fourth Canadian had himself listed for a measly 10,000 as well. The Germans were a mixed bag of 30,000; 20,000; and 25,000. Kait and Derek were only 30,000 each as well. Thus, when their bunks remained suspiciously empty for the first week it became clear that our cabin was working with a net 100,000 word deficit. That puts even my 90,000 word goal to shame.

It isn’t too surprising to see no shows. I think last year a third of my cabin failed to arrive or abandoned after the first day. But even then I didn’t have this large of a hole to work under. I am happy to report that, despite this significant handicap, we emerged not only victorious but that we exceeded the cabin word goal a whole two days early and that was before Persnickett and myself finished our stories! I will admit that the Germans did a remarkable amount of work to make this a success and they certainly deserve our appreciation. The final outcome of our collective hard work is as follows:

Iome (Playing Catch-Up): 33,219/10,000

crazydominodragongirl (The Skies of Sollaire): 50,180/30,000

hazelk (Untitled): 0/50,000 (never trust a hazy elk)

Razbluito (Untitled): 10,600/50,000 (I like to imagine this as a very lengthy and unnecessary apology letter that arrived two weeks into the month going well into the territory of “too much information” for why these two never showed.)

persnickett (Spellbound): 10,157/10,000

NebucaKirjailija (Fremdes, fernes Land): 33,163/25,000

Iovena (Wolfsregen): 80,768/30,000 (Oh, and there are hunters!)

YeniaAsakura (Mad Hatter): 21,017/20,000

derekgingrich (Grave Cinderborn): 36,043/30,000

BeesEight (Carnevale of Ash:  A Dark Drama of Venetia): 93,058/90,000

StarFireControl (A Party of Thieves): 36,840/30,000

I think the biggest thing we took away from this challenge (outside of meeting really chatter strangers and that apparently Derek can bond with anyone over my suffering) is that meeting writing goals is a lot easier when you have someone to motivate you. It is kind of like getting into the habit of going to the gym. When you try to accomplish it by yourself, you face really difficult days where you lack motivation and are heavily tempted to skip and fall behind. But if you’ve made the commitment with other people, then you have a support group that will encourage you when you’re tired or disinterested. You can keep going through the achievements and progress of others. Also, it’s crazy the amount of work you can get done in a word sprit. Oh, and Derek totally got beat by a girl.

I would encourage anyone with an interest in writing to check out the nanowrimo challenges. Camp is far more approachable with its variable goal and dedicated little communes through the cabin system though there is something to be said for finishing the original challenge and its much higher goals. Either way, there is little that can match the satisfaction or catharsis of getting that damn story done. Especially for me since I invariably just murder all the obnoxious jerks I’ve had to travel with at the very end.

Until next year!

Updates

technical-difficulties

Well, that’s a bit of a lie. It’s not technical difficulties we’re experiencing just time management issues. I blame the supervisor.

To give a heads up, all three of us are in a rather tight crunch of time this month. Kait has her unending task of bringing the light of education to the world. I am in a sweep of editing, creating and photo setting. Derek just likes avoiding this site.

All three of us are also working on our separate novels for this month as well. I made earlier mention of finding some story I could post in the interim that would require no work from to put up. Alas, it seems I have exhausted my stockpile of content for these emergencies and, as such, have been unable to produce any content. This is post is mostly an apology as well as an update to inform you to not expect anything until April has concluded.

I am sorry. I am sure you will understand. In good news, by the end of the month I shall have my trilogy completed. So that is cause for celebration.

Derek, however, won’t even have single “act” of his done. He is the biggest slacker amongst us so we can’t truly be surprised. Anyway, tune in next month for our regular scheduled programming!

The Story Thus Far

Just a quick update about my life.

The Nine Day Queen demonstrating why most of us have never heard of her. Picture accessed from wikipedia.

Execution of Lady Jane Grey by Paul Delaroche (1833).

For those who don’t know, I’ve been making a habit of April being my insane “write an entire novel in a month” adventure. Mostly because I love tormenting myself ever since I lost access to pets to inflict suffering upon. As such, I have a number of projects due at the end of this month as well as all the prep work required for the writing blitz beginning in a week.

What does all this mean?

I’m not posting today. I’m sorry.

Hopefully, I can find some writing to put up for April because I’m not going to have the time to indepth rants then either.

Let There Be Cake!

Cake.

Birthday Cake by Augusta Ludwig (1834-1901)

Augusta Ludwig painting about the important things of life.

Did you know the origin of the word cake comes from the Viking word kaka? I certainly didn’t until I looked it up. Nor was I aware of the tricky distinction between cake and bread. I mean, when the topic is broached it’s clear that classifying the two isn’t as clear cut as previously held. It seems immediately evident the difference – cake is sweet and bread is not – until we have some troubling examples presented. For instance, is banana bread a cake or a bread? By its name you would consider it a bread but it does share many cake properties. It’s sweeter than most and its culinary function is typically as a desert. You don’t see people making ham sandwiches between thick slices of banana bread. Though now that I’ve mentioned it, surely someone, somewhere is going to try it.

This ramble on one of the western world’s most common sweets is prompted by a rather vicious confrontation between my sister and myself. I had returned home for a long sojourn to the north, weary from the trials of the road, only to discover that my sister had been baking in my absence. She is want to do so as the kitchen is her playground and she was idle from lack of gainful employ for the week. Pressing need to do something inevitably leads to baking especially if it means she can avoid doing any cleaning. Thus, she created the current entity which sits to the right of me. I’m not particularly adept at describing food – sprung from my general disdain for the biological function of eating and, consequently, cooking – and as a general rule I avoid discourse on meals in general. My writing rarely deals with what people eat. Partly because I don’t know what people eat especially since I can hardly recall my own meals and mostly because I don’t care.

However, my reluctance to explore food and cuisine is a bit of a weakness. One great way to express culture is in the food that a people eat. Inevitably, diets reflect the world as most societies have produced their unique and characterful recipes based on the ingredients at hand. Only the modern world spends so much on money and resources to import exotic, foreign foods and these typically take a special place at the dinner table rather than feature as a weekly staple.

You can see the flavour that a well conceived meal can add in many a fantasy novel. How many writers have waxed for many pages about the qualities and selling features of their protagonist’s meals? I know Tolkien, the grandfather of the genre, was particularly keen in explaining the foods which his characters consumed. If my memory serves, he has five pages devoted to a rabbit stew. I know this because in my youth I bothered to count. But ignoring that specific example, I do not think it is a coincidence that both the Hobbit and Lord of the Rings begins with feasts. It is worn into our collective consciousness the joy and affinity the Hobbits as a race have towards their food. Which is remarkably curious as they are often seen as a parallel to English culture who, by the rest of the world’s standards, are remarkable in the kitchen only by how bland and awful their traditional cuisine is.

Seriously, outside of deep fried potatoes and fish, for what is Britain known? Haggis, which is delicious, is a Scottish meal. Pestering my sister, she offers up bangers and mash as another famous British dish. And if sausage and potatoes is suppose to be inspiring, then I feel justified in my apathy towards the topic.

Not that Tolkien is alone in his propensity to discuss meals. I don’t remember much of The Wheel of Time by Robert Jordan, but if I’m not mistaken there are a few discussions over the merits of cheese and bread. A Game of Thrones always seems to be holding some sort of feast and George R.R. Martin seems to disclose his character’s eating habits as frequently as he indulges in them himself.

But here I go again, ignoring the task of discussing the food in front of me.

One issue I have with writing about food is I am grossly ill-equipped for the conversation. I don’t possess the proper knowledge to properly communicate these substances. What is there to say of this cake? It’s not particularly sweet which means it is  palatable  to my palate. It’s brown and made in a shall bunt pan. There are pieces of pecans spotting its bottom and a sprinkling of brown sugar along its exterior. It’s overall a round, brown affair that’s not particularly dense but neither would I consider it fluffy. It’s also a few days old so it lacks the “moist” quality often bandied about in tantalizing fashion when people describe sumptuous first bites. I suppose its interior is a far light hue than its crusty outer layer, formed of a light porous tan than the cooked brown skin. The task before me was nearly a foot long as well though I have reduced it to a crumbling few inches in girth at this junction.

There, I discussed my cake. Kait was disappointed that I didn’t like it so I wrote a whole damn post about the thing. Are you happy now?!

Intelligence – a review

Ok, I would just like to point out that I am not skipping this week – so take that!

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If you didn’t already know, the Olympics are on right now. I think they are rather interesting and I have been watching many of the different sports. I have also spared a few moments to watch some TV – alas, I have not read anything worth noting. So instead I am going to take a very brief moment to comment on one of the newest TV series titled: Intelligence.

intelligence - image It is terrible.

In fact I am struggling to find one redeeming quality in this show. Now, I know that people will blissfully sit and watch awful programming. I have been known to absently watch poorly created TV without much thought; usually with knitting needles busily clicking in my hands.

So, let’s take a moment to consider the various aspects of the show.

Characters: well, they are all really, super boring with no characterization. Essentially, all the characters are interchangeable. Really, if I was to describe them we have: The Male Lead (with noticeably sloping shoulders), The Female Lead (a brunette), The Super Genius Scientist (of unspecified discipline, but advanced age – hence the smarts), The Scientist’s Sidekick (who is his son – wow, isn’t that new and different!), and the Hard-Ass Female Boss (the older blond).  I assume the characters have names, but they are forgettable.

intelligence__1310180033151Plot: so here we have a super-secret technology based agency who have created an amazingly dangerous weapon by implanting a computer chip in a human. Yup, that is all they have done. A small chip, the size of a pea (or there about) was inserted in the brain of a human. How does this make them super-human and extremely dangerous? Why was this human able to survive the surgery when all others died? How can we protect this expensive asset?

Well, these are reasonable questions and the show has answers for some of them. First, there is a gene that allows only some people survive the implantation of a computer chip into the brain. Wait. A gene? As in genetics and DNA?? But that doesn’t make any sense at all. Even those with a rudimentary understanding of biology must recognize the fallacy of this statement. How could there possibly be a genetic trait for such a concept? What sort of mutation exists that allows people to better interface with implanted computer chips? I mean really?!

Second, according to all the people on the show, one single, small chip was implanted in the Male Lead’s brain. As best I can tell it is a portable internet search engine – WiFi enabled. Apparently through tech-magic, it also allows the user uninterrupted access to all types of technology that are powered by electricity. The Male Lead can turn on cell phones, hack into closed circuit surveillance cameras, utilize satellite imagery, search every database in a millisecond and remotely unlock key-pad operated door locks. All this using a very tiny chip and I have yet to touch the fantasy of ‘cyber-renderings’, which are ultimately too stupid to comment on.

At one point the Male is lamenting the ‘knowledge’ streaming through his head. He knows all the details of his partners life because of the data trail she leaves behind and he really wishes for one day he could wake up and just not know these things. At which point the Female should have saidThen stop googling my life, you stalker!’ Alas, the show failed to see the ridiculousness of its own creation.

Their magic chip is capable of everything or anything at every moment, which does create a huge disconnect. Where is the drama, the tension, the drive of the plot when the magic-chip will come through and expedite the problem solving process? The show has completely failed to define the limitations of their magic-chip. Without this critical framework, the creators really have nothing to explore since any problem the characters come across can be easily solved with that all-purpose magic-chip. Without challenge, there is no conflict and without conflict the show lacks any real draw.

intelligence tv showThe Third question is really stupid. The chip was implanted in a military-marine, who should be well trained to protect his brain. So why they brought in a female secret service agent to protect him can only mean they are looking to set up a love interest (how predictable).

This brings me awkwardly to the Writing. Obviously the writers have put little thought into the world’s development. They have not flushed out any of the characters. They do not have a clear idea what sort of themes they want to explore – and this is perhaps the most frustrating as there are so many options. You could explore the impact of bionics on humans and the blurring between man and machine, but not if the only difference is one tiny implanted chip. It would be interesting to explore the benefits (beyond a glorified search engine) and the manifold limitations (data corruption, viruses, the need to constantly clear the memory, etc), but they do not.

The writing in each episode has the heroes charging off to save the people from their everyday problems: kidnappings and terrorist attacks. All the while they are trying to keep their implanted human secret while using him as their most effective asset. There is question about government and power that could be explored, but isn’t. And of course, with modern media there are the constant, illogical and poorly conceived action beats. Why does a car chase suddenly erupt, well because it has been 10 minutes since the last chase/fight/explosion. Uhg, how predictable.

Intelligence-TV-Show-ImagesIn the end, Intelligence brings nothing new to the table. It doesn’t even competently rehash old ideas. It is bland, super-bland. It is just another program adding to the monotony of current television programing.

Family Day

So if you own it, I'm still citing you! Sort of...

Don’t know if this is clipart or not. Accessed from http://clubrunner.helpserve.com/News/NewsItem/View/95/monday-february-17-2014—family-day

For those that don’t live in Canadaland, today is our collective Family Day. What does that mean if you aren’t in Canadaland? Well, we were sad we didn’t have an appropriate holiday around this time like the rest of the world so we made an excuse to spend time with our families which we all consequently then spend trying to avoid the families we didn’t want to spend time with in the first place.

The long and the short of it is today is a holiday and, as such, I shall not be posting today.

I’m curious what excuse my co-contributors will use for missing their obligation.

Sad State of Grammar, Spelling and Punctuation

Another week, yet another series of silent entries from my co-contributors. But never fear, I’m not going to throw up the next portion of Bannock. Because, if someone out there was actually enjoying it, there is nothing more delightful than having to wait a full month for the short to get posted in its entirety.

There may be a reason no one reads my stuff.

At any rate, I wanted to discuss something. It is something that doesn’t enter modern parlance often but for the select elite it is a topic of heated opinions and ferocious debate. I am, of course, leading into discourse on English grammar. It’s the most wonderful of all issues that I can already hear the sounds of the two people who read my stuff closing their browsers. But bear with me, this isn’t going to be some long condemnation about the laziness of modern individuals and their complete detestations for the structure and composition of modern English.

Taken from wikipedia so it's creative commons baby!

The School of Athens by Raffaello Sanzio da Urbino

Honestly, if I were to blame anyone for the “sorry state” it is in, that would be our government. Course, to hold this discussion properly I would first need to demonstrate that English is in a sorry state. I won’t because I’m not entirely sure it is. It’s not considered one of the most difficult languages to learn without reason and part of English’s difficulties arise from its state of being an evolving language. We have no rigid bodies that enforce all English must be conducted and spoken in one specific way. In fact, multiple branches of English are in the process of evolving. You have the older, traditional British English and its multitude of dialects (and no I’m not going to get into a discussion between the difference between a language proper and a dialect). Then you have American English with its determination to distinguish itself from its founder tongue by introducing even more contradictions and irregularities than the former all in the name of “standardization” (it’s even less standard than before).

Anyway, back to blaming the government because someone needs to take a fall for when things go bad, I and my colleagues all grew up in little, quaint Canada. We were educated through the curious period where our education overlords got it in their silly heads that language didn’t need to be taught in school. Forget every other language and country out there who fiddled and fretted their time stuffing their children’s heads full of nonsense like how to properly construct a sentence, we were Canadian and we were going to do things differently! The idea, misguided as it was, followed that language was accrued in a child’s brain naturally through use and exposure. They just missed the giant part where exposure also included formal study in school. Thus, what little grammar I learned was from rebellious English teachers determined to stop the coming apostrapocalypse (they’re churning in their graves already except none of them are dead to my knowledge). Now, I won’t claim to have the perfect grasp of our grammar. My lessons were sporadic at best and it is in a child’s nature to abhor and rebel against the learning of such dry topics as grammar. I did, however, emerge knowing the difference between active and passive voice which would turn out to be something even some of my university professors fail to grasp.

But that’s a different story. What I want to focus on is the lessons on the serial comma – otherwise known as the Oxford Comma. Now, before some grammar pundit comes along and tries to dismiss my entire discussion because I misappropriate the use of a hyphen or semi-colon somewhere in this passage, I will put forth the disclaimer that I am no punctuation maven and it is only through use (whether it be misuse or not) that I hope to gain proficiency. So, if you wish to criticize my grammar because I dared to discuss grammar than to you I say, “Pffffffft.”

Now with that out of the way, back to the serial comma. Everyone is aware of The Rule. When listing a series of items, you must separate them all with a comma. Thus, if I wished to tell you about my friends Derek, Jeremy, and Heather I would separate them each as I have done. Except, that was not the lesson I was taught. My grammar teacher, an old and rather opinionated man originally from Britain, was adamant on the old method of serializing. One separates all the items except for the last. Thus, my friends would be Derek, Jeremy and Heather. I took a liking to this because there was something abrasive about the sight of that trailing comma before the conjunction. I mean, the comma is meant to separate items grammatically and the conjunction does that of its own accord. It was like the ever obnoxious “Now that that is done” structure. I’ve never liked unnecessary repetition and the serial comma was just that to me: unnecessary.

Of course, there are others that see things differently.

Accessed from http://thefutureislikepie.com/if-you-use-one-piece-of-punctuation-in-2013-let-it-be-the-oxford-comma/oxford-comma-cartoon/

Oxford Comma cartoon by Lisa Maria (I believe). All rights reserved to her.

It’s a compelling argument for the Oxford comma, I will admit. Unless you are a fan of JFK and Stalin as strippers. Unfortunately, this is not nearly as hard and fast a rule as the United States Government Printing Office would like you to assume. Though it can offer clarity in an ambiguous sentence, the true mistake is thinking that this grammatical construct can remove ambiguity altogether. For example, had Ms. Maria offered the sentence as We invited the striper, JFK, and Stalin then we would have the lovely bottom example except poor Stalin would be sans pasties and pink bikini bottom. And no one would want to be missing that.

But we need not reserve ourselves to rather niche sentence structures for this common comma issue to arise. The Times once published this unintentionally entertaining sentence about a Peter Usinov documentary, “highlights of his global tour include encounters with Nelson Mandela, an 800 year old demigod and a dildo collector.”

Poor Mandela, there is really no way to construe this construct without it leaving some question about his character. Of course, the non Oxford reading would suggest three individuals or that Nelson Mandela is both an ancient being of legend and rabid collector of sexual  paraphernalia. The Oxford comma, while clarifying that he wouldn’t have walls of phallic symbols still suggests that he’s a being of cosmic proportions from antiquity.

This is best highlighted with the sentence: She traveled to Toronto with Kathie, a driver, and a cleaner.

Is it possible to parse this sentence with 100 percent certainty on how many people went to Toronto? Would removing a comma solve this? No, for both. We can’t tell if Kathie is a driver or if there was a separate person driving. Removing the last comma leaves the question whether a cleaner and driver tagged along or whether Kathie is capable of keeping an orderly house and navigating the highways.

Ultimately, all these examples aren’t resolved with finicky rules over punctuation use. The only way to clarify your intent is that tried and age old method of rewriting the sentence. For example:

She went to Toronto with Kathie, who was a driver and a cleaner.

She went to Toronto with Kathie, a driver, and with a cleaner.

She went with Kathie to Toronto with a driver and a cleaner.

Writing is more than just slapping a few words in proper grammatical structure and being done with the deal. It’s a matter of communication and insuring that your intent is conveyed as well as are able through the use of the structure and grammar of your language. Especially for English which embraces the ever shifting and evolving nature of communication between peoples. We haven’t institutionalized Shakespearean English and I think we’re all better for it. But we should be aware of what we’re trying to say and how we’re saying it to insure the message we wish to convey is the one being received. Sometimes this requires learning and following the traditional rules and structures. Other times, it necessitates a certain leniency and willingness to break tradition. Because sometimes we need a genderless third person singular pronoun and by God it is my right and heritage to use they even if it is “technically” incorrect. And until the grammar Nazis recognize and reinstate thy and thee they’ll just have to deal with it.

It is Winter Out There

In case it has not already been mentioned, we live in Canada. As such we are privilege to observe and enjoy a wide variety of weather. We also spend a great deal of time talking about the weather – it is a fascinating subject.

Picture taken from our back patio door of the ice storm that came through about a month ago. It was pretty and deadly in its own special way.

Picture taken from our back patio door of the ice storm that came through about a month ago. It was pretty and deadly in its own special way.

Currently it is winter in the northern hemisphere. And for Canada that means snow, ice and cold temperatures. Now, I know there are places in this country with colder temperatures, with more snow, with a greater claim to winter than where I sit. But I must note that a high of -22 C with added win-chill is not bad. Blue skies and a white layer of pretty snow makes for a lovely landscape. The frosty air is chill enough to cause damage to skin if left exposed for any length of time. And it is going to be properly cold for much of this week. This is winter and I am delighted to have it.

What I truly don’t understand are the people who spend all their time complaining about the weather. What else do you expect at this time of year? Granted we might be a smidgen below seasonal. Still, it is not like we are exposed to spring rains in January – that would be a tragedy. Not only do people complain that it is too cold now (so cold we don’t have to worry about snow and the roads are great for driving), but they will then complain we have too much snow (gosh, you need to use a shovel in the middle of winter!) or that we have freezing rain (which is a sad complication of warmer temperatures – see colder is better). Come spring these same individuals will certainly criticize the rain, the soggy ground and the inevitable flooding. Summer is too hot, too dry (sometimes too wet with thunderstorms) and autumn brings the hurricanes and tornadoes. Really, just think of all the fuel for conversation we have just living in a country blessed with four distinct and creative seasons. Does the frigid, white winter make the sultry, sunny summer all the more pleasing?

Yup, I love living in a part of the country touched by weather – even the current cold.

*Also, I confess I have absolutely nothing else to post about. I work (which is dull to write about). The books I have read most recently have been good (neither praise-worthy nor rant inducing).

We Made It After All

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So, the more observant amongst us may have noticed some changes happening to somewherepostculture.com, and I don’t mean that Derek has finally crawled from his cave to scribble on some wall for us. That is a change, however, and I would like to take a moment to properly celebrate it.

No, what I mean to draw attention to is that some of our older posts have been undergoing revisions. Now, before you get too excited, these aren’t a byproduct of us editing our work and bringing it up to an actually decent level of standards. They’re still silly nonsense that spawned from our heads. No, the images which we supplement our work have been receiving an overhaul and that’s because of one important reason.

Someone out there is watching and reading our content!

In plain English, we’ve received a Cease and Desist from some unnamed entity which exists in some nebulous place in the real world and isn’t a fan of us using their content despite our best efforts to source it. Which now makes me wonder if poor Mary Tyler above is violating some archaic sense of copyright. Course, she’s still alive so she doesn’t exist in the bizarro realm which the likes of Mickey Mouse now inhabit. Thus, we now endeavour to use only creative common images wherever we can. Copyright is, however, a tricky sort of business and thus mistakes are likely to happen. For that, we apologize and if we have any outstanding issues it’s not through willful disobedience or rebellion and more likely our failure to spot it.

The take away message here is that someone has read our site. Even if it was briefly to see where their image was being accessed. Out there, someone cares and they care enough to send us a semi-official looking legal document.

In its stead, I know I’m going to try and expose you, cherished reader, to the ocean of classic art and painting that has formulated and directed the development of visual arts. I don’t do this because I have any deeper knowledge of what I shall link and am mostly doing it because I know no one owns anything pre-1930. That said, I have a new appreciation for the development of art after my brief sojourns abroad and hopefully some things of value can be discovered and enjoyed instead of being locked behind some stuffy museum or art gallery that few of us would ever attend.

Course, since I mostly produce speculative fiction, some of the work I supplement my own with may not have relevance that is immediately understandable. I just want you to know, dedicated reader, that I put as much time and effort into finding just the right portrait or painting to match the care and effort I put into my work.

So keep coming back to enjoy the musings, writings and visual treats of such greats as Derek Gingrich, Kait McFadyen and Horace Vernet.