Don’t Kick Food!

The first issue of Hold in to Trip, a small print zine that I put together, is now available. Myself, Andy, and Elaina contributed, along with some non-spies.

It’s some funny people writing about what it’s like to play games (or what it used to be like back when they played games), so even if you don’t like video games, you might still enjoy it. And it’s a truespies publication!

Hand-folded, hand-stapled.

Automatically generated Dublin Core metadata!

Don’t lie, you know you’re excited.

If you are one of the folks who subscribes to truespies in an RSS reader, you’ve no doubt been noticing some weirdsies with the feed over the past week or so, since the upgrade to WordPress 3.0.

Turns out some invalid XML snuck past one of the individual site’s feeds, and our XML parser wasn’t too happy with it. But it’s resolved now!

Down on darkened meetings on the Champs-Élysées.

Went to E3 last week. Wrote/photo’d it here:

Roaming the E3 Floor

Learning things at E3

Watching luchadores at E3

Taking pictures at E3

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Going to ALA Annual this weekend. Since I have my MLIS now for reals. Even have a diploma to prove it.

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Preparing to update truespies from wordpress mu 2.8.1 to wordpress 3.0. There may be some hiccups.

A large, red, windowless, “hey-kid-i-have-a-puppy” van has been parked near my building for a while now.

Walking past it on my way home today, I saw this new addition to it:

I thought to myself, as I often do when I see a painted van, “Well, at least it’s not a Death Star.”

I walked around to see what was on the other side:

Close enough.

1. I have been published in a real, honest-to-goodness magazine:

(That would be GamePro, via a partnership they have with Bitmob.com)

2. Work on my not-so-secret-anymore project featuring a few other ‘spies and some non-spy friends is moving along nicely.

3. I am taking another GIS class this fall. I’m pretty stoked to be diving back into undergrad-level-courses-for-fun-and-not-having-an-actual-letter-grade. For now.

4. Hyphens.

5. The small window air conditioner has cooled the room to a tolerable temperature. Goodnight.

Stretch first. Bend down, touch toes.

Hold.

Stand up. Lean backward. He’s a few years past being able to go straight from toe-touches to a full backbend.

He takes the rope from his friend, puts his full weight on it. It holds. He takes a few steps back and runs forward.

He leaps past the flagpole, off the small drop. It can’t be more than three feet sloped, but it’s enough.

He swings out over the open space, arcing around the pole. He shouts with joy and understands the appeal of Tarzan, stripped of its colonialism, based on physics and the wind and that moment at the end of the swing where he’s suspended in midair.

Finishing up my MLIS this week. What comes next? More writing, more music, more movies, more games, more coding, more hanging out, more Point Brugge, more cleaning, more sleeping, more zine-publishing (!).

Less stress, less isolation, less pants (!).