Author: raanderson1995
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Popping Goldenrods, On the Road, May ’20
Try it for yourself, Now. I’d tell you to do it “at home,” but You can’t, so go get in a car, get it up to speed. 60 will do. Ready? Then let fall your brimming skull, loose From their fasts those stalwart neck muscles of yours. Hmm. Maybe in your case, a heavy-browed Praxiteles…
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What I’ve Been Reading
Benedict Anderson, Imagined Communities Wonderful, erudite, full of such funny tags: the triunity of Ecclesiastical Latin, Koranic Arabic, and Examination Chinese as the pillars of the religious-hierarchical pre-modern world; the importance of SE Asian history – the Malay states, colonial Philippines; the ways in which colonial social hierarchies molded individual careers eventually creating something like…
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My Twitch Stream of “Borderlands 3”
Hi all, I’ve started streaming on Twitch – check me out here https://www.twitch.tv/pepitodoscanones. Planning on streaming a big campaign of Death Stranding in a couple of days, and still working through Red Dead Redemption 2. On the multiplayer front, think I’ll be streaming some Borderlands 3, some Call of Duty: Modern Warfare, especially Warzone. Speaking…
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Math man, Home, Apr ’20
‘From Conjecture to Confirmation,’ he titled his section, Proudly, swimmingly, in a state of flow. Out there the grass grew unchallenged, out there he could not Use his familiar scalpels to dissect sociality. When inequalities fail, cast the problem into topology, he was taught, Taught taught taught. And now he squats low Over a desk…
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Treefall, King’s Canyon, CA, Sep ’19
Treefall came duskly, and with it, adjustment like The reading of a will. Nature deeded the grasses prerogative, And pioneer mosses gathered upon one flank, there to sow in fallow flesh. The waters of allocation flowed to increasing size, by their love inviting the beetles An examination, and boring, then the quails who found gaps…
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Mockingbirds, Home, Apr ’20
Make of me a new man in your image, mockingbird. I swear Fidelity to your cause, constancy in ideology. I want to trill The Babel tongues and hear your new stories. Where did you say I could find your mother, and hers? Chart me a course, And my own southwestern discovery I will defy, You…
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The Book of Disquiet, after Plath, Home, Apr ’20
I am here now, sixscore pages of gobbledygook that a languorous Aristocrat of Lisbon spat up goutily. Cheery scholastikoi All of a type rescued my mewling corpus, reaffixed a spine And deeded me even a face, the kind chaps. So lay I here upon my softwood rock, stealing glances, Letting the day’s percussive drawer-pulls Lullay…
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Untucked, Home, Apr ’20
The pocket my feet came to rest within Is no longer with us, I probe, Cul artlessly ripped from sac. Now my toes obtain cooler air, Abseiling with unimpeachable trust in their belays. Now I reshoulder this gleaner’s bag and keep picking, Fearful of the fall. The blanket, so carefully lain to start the night,…
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Quests and Narrative Progression in “Borderlands 3” and Other Looter-Shooters
Schematically, the structure of looter-shooter stories goes as follows: To advance the story, players undertake quests comprised of objectives, upon whose conclusion players must return to quest-givers and receive quest updates, a step without which progression – and the loop – cannot be restarted, as exploration is halted. These quest-givers then deliver the story update…
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Crater Lake, OR, Dec ’19
As to vector fields and iron filings rustle The breeze-propell’d wavelets, uncountable Upon this body so expansive. Perhaps You could palpate the troubled surface as Though it were the leaves of a mille-feuille Unsheaved like a dealer’s cards. Take a step, And ponder containing so much, Extending your consciousness in long fingers To this face,…
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