Thursday, September 29, 2016

Thursday, September 15, 2016

Teaser For An Upcoming Project

"What is Fire Yrecken?"

Fire Yrecken is a little bundle of monthly randomness to be published on the 1st of each month. It will include such items as flash fiction pieces, editorials, historical essays, poetry, photography, and reviews.

Fire Yrecken is sponsored by Into the Ravenous Maw, the blog of Patrick Stahl. Most of the content of each issue will be produced by Stahl. (Yes, he is currently writing in the third-person.) All photography is supplied by Staff Photographer Zachary Shenal.

There is no proper term to describe Fire Yrecken. Call it a creative experiment, if you must call it by anything other than its proper name. It is composed through a modification of Microsoft Publisher’s Business Newsletter template, though it is hardly a newsletter, as you shall see if you read on.

If Fire Yrecken seems quirky, Stahl is doing his job well.

Saturday, September 10, 2016

Blogging Elsewhere, A Hyperlink

I am entering into a new field this semester called the "Digital Humanities."  During my studies for my second major, Multimedia and Digital Culture, I will be studying DH extensively. Click here to get a basic idea of what DH is, as I define it.

Saturday, September 3, 2016

Blogging All Over the Place

I am now an author on three Blogger blogs.  I managed to get through last semester by just using tags on this blog for a class, but this semester I had to start two new blogs for two of my courses.

For my Digital Poetry class, I will be using Cybernetic Steppe.  The content of the blog, I believe, will be exclusively digital poems/links to digital poems of my creation.  I'm still messing with the appearance of the blog, but I think it should be pretty cool.

In my Intro to Digital Humanities course, we have been split up into "tribes" of four people each and tasked with making a group blog.  I made Just Us Hugh Manatees for us to use.  The name was decided upon collaboratively.  This blog will be used for more textual blog posts, though there will be multimedia elements to some of them.

Hopefully I'll come up with some ideas and/or give up some stories to this blog to keep it moving along.  I'd like to try to post more often than every two and a half weeks or so, as I've been doing lately.  It is college.  Only time will tell how much time I have to tell all of you what I have to say.

Monday, August 15, 2016

Best in Town

(Note: This story was my entry in the 31st round of the Microcosms contest.  My prompts were: Ice Cream Vendor [character], Thunderstorm [setting], and Mystery [genre].)

            The sky octopi were doing their dirty work as the line began to form.  A few raindrops fell to the sidewalk beside my cart.
            I counted each of the women as they approached.  Ten.  Twenty.  Thirty.  They were all gorgeous, and almost all of them ordered vanilla ice cream in a waffle cone.
            Lightning split the skyline, but none of the customers bothered to look.  They kept their eyes locked on my face.  I shivered.  Crowds attract crowds, right? I thought.
When the storm opened up, I expected my line to rush away in a frenzy; instead, the women all pulled umbrellas from behind their backs, opened them, and resumed their staring.  I adjusted my waxed mustache.
            A few of the women ordered novelty items or chocolate cones, just frequently enough to keep me in stock of vanilla while my wife brought over two more tubs from our apartment down the block.
            “What is going on?” my wife whispered to me, leaning in close.  She smiled at the growing tendril of patrons.
            “I really wish that I knew.”  I turned to my next customer.  “And what can I get for you today, ma’am?”
            The woman took a small brass statue out of her jacket and set it on my cart.  It was shaped like an ice cream cone.  “I would like to congratulate you.”
            Some of the tension left my shoulders.  “What is this?” I asked.
            “It’s an award,” said the woman.  “Your homemade vanilla ice cream has been voted the Best Ice Cream in Portland by the Portland Coven.”
            “By the Cov—”  I coughed.  Witches.  Huh.  “Thank you very much.”
            The witch set a second, smaller statue in front of me.  “And this one is for Best-Looking Cart Vendor.”  Fifty witches winked at me in unison.  I blushed.