Rings

The Olympics. They’re that thing that happens every two or so years where I watch and feel like I’m part of something bigger than myself. Yeah, pretty weird. But hey, I like it.

This time around, I found out that my SlingTV subscription is good enough to qualify as a valid TV provider; good, because I can use my subscription to stream all of the games on the NBCSN app on my Android and Roku devices. And good because it’s significantly cheaper than buying the expanded cable package with Time Warner just so I could get a tier that included NBCSN, which is the only real requirement for streaming.

The new media landscape is a joke.

That being said, I’ve picked up a few new things, like knowing more about Korea. Curling is pretty cool, too. Also, The Netherlands is kicking ass in lots of events, and their country doesn’t look too bad as a destination or place to live. Really progressive lot.

Kinda sad now that we’re in the second week of the games, but there’s still plenty more going on, and the closing ceremony is this weekend. Kinda solemn, kinda blue, but that’s that, eh? I’m glad I’m able to see it this time.

Tune In, Stream Out

Got modern and bought a teevee. Now I’m a teevee watcher. I’m one of those now. Ah well. But, hey, at least I’ve finally achieved my New Year’s Resolution of 1080p.

Also in the news, “Strange Things” is a great series. Soundtrack’s so good, makes me want to play with my synthesizers, which I’m not doing enough. Weird. Strange.

Work’s got me down, but it is what it is, isn’t it?

I don’t write enough.

Also, Android Marshmallow is smoother and nicer than Android Lollipop. Samsung finally pushed it to my tablet this morning, unexpectedly. “Good morning, we’ve downloaded the latest OS. You should install it!” Now I can install the Facebook app and prevent it from getting access to anything it wants.

“Anything?”

“Anyt’ing!”

Termination Shock

So, apparently it is a season of finishing things in Shawn Land. It’s not totally a good thing, though; it’s more like a mixed blessing. But it’s necessary.

First off, I finished an audio project for a friend of mine who asked me to create sound for his short film. The film is 5 minutes long, but is completely silent until the first line of dialogue halfway through. His experiences with test audiences and festival screenings taught him that audience members were being pulled out of the film, cocking their heads to the speakers and wondering if the projectionist is not doing his job. The request was for me to create a “tone poem”, or a series of sonic motifs that build in crescendo and tension and tell a story, but without interpreting what’s on screen. I’m pleased with how quickly and how well the entire thing worked out; I have a happy customer and got paid for doing something I like. I can’t wait to see the final print.

Speaking of media, I finished the entire 4-season run of “Farscape”. I got into it during the 2nd season, but dropped out after a while because of Other Things. This time, I managed to stream and watch the entirety of it in about 2 months, which is no easy task, especially somewhere around the middle of season 3 where it goes into the weeds. I’m happy that the story worked itself out and everybody got what was coming, but that ending came out of left field and left me shrieking “What?! NO!” I certainly hope “The Peacekeeper Wars” answers what just happened.

I’ve been reading Jack Kerouac’s “On the Road” for the past few months (more like “carrying it in my backpack for the past few months”). In a tiny way, after finishing it I understand “beat” culture a little more and how much it influenced and inspired the generations that followed. The Beatniks were a cultural phenomenon in the 40’s and 50’s, and these guys, the original beats, were the match that set off the fire. What we on this side of history think of when we hear “beatnik” is a vastly sanitized, culturally homogenized version of the actual thing: not a smoky bar full of black turtleneck and beret-wearing jazzhounds quoting poetry with bongos, but a ragtag group of people uneasy with staying put, uncomfortable at the thought of living with unspent wealth when there’s a wealth of experience it can buy, who seek no other goal in life but to push to the horizon and really dig that crazy vibe, to make with the real gone people. To get that tea and jazz. Thumb and drag. Wheel and track. Slum and tent. Beat, as in “beatified”, as in suffering for their sainthood. Chewing into the marrow of existence because true nature demands it. After reading this, I can point to a few of my old friends in school who may have read this in their youth and had it inform their lifestyle just a little bit. I love them for it; they are the personification of beat, and I’m glad they showed that side.

Now that “summer” is over, my downstairs neighbor is running his air conditioner a lot less, so I felt it safe to finally rearrange my apartment so that my bed is back in the bedroom and the couch is back in the living room. My home feels less weird now. “Why was the bed in the living room?” you ask. The air conditioner compressors for both apartments are sitting on the flat roof above my bedroom. The first 2 summers were somewhat fine with the hum from above, but downstairs’ compressor is having age problems and its thrumming is unbearable, which is why i moved my bed. The funniest part, now, is that even though tonight it’s 40F outside, the neighbor is still running his A/C like he’s a bear from Minnesota or something. Egregious. I’d love to see his power bill.

And, finally, the bad, bad news. I’ve been contracting with AMD since May, and today I was informed that AMD is canceling my Volt contract early. They want me, and three of my coworkers under my current manager, to be gone and off the payroll before they close the 2013Q4 books on the 28th of this month. So I have, essentially, 1 1/2 weeks left before I’m out the door. I had expected as much, considering what I’ve seen in other teams and departments. It’s not a personal thing; it’s completely impersonal. Not my performance, but the company’s performance. I should be OK with this, but it’s a tied-hand “what can I do?” situation. I’m not OK with this. I’m a contractor, so I’m a capital expense; the company has no legal allegiance to do right by me, and if the beancounters decide I’m expendable and easy to jettison when the books are heavy, then what can I do, really, but to just walk out and try to find something else? Just for once, I’d like to be let go for my own performance; that way I know it’s personal, that they’re actually paying more attention to me than their own quarterly reports.

Let us all praise the holy Quarterly Report. Without its guiding light, we might think long-term strategies were a good thing. And who has that kind of patience?

I certainly hope I can find something else, and soon. I have an addiction to money; my existential angst is tied up with it. I could live the beat life, but as it’s been described in the texts I’ve read, it’s not a great way to live. Especially when you’re my age.

So, things get finished. That’s a good thing, for once. I need to finish more things. The problem, then, is what to start next. But what a wonderful problem to have.