I started playing Dragon Age: Origins again. You may not see daily posts from me for the next few weeks as I delve into the land of Thedas once more, though I probably won’t disappear completely as I do with my annual Mass Effect Trilogy marathons. Anyhoo, this go around, I’m playing a sexy, silent Dalish Rogue.
To all the gamers out there, what’s your favorite “Origin” story to start out with?
My place of employment, The University Press of North Georgia, is hosting a really neato event that we’re calling The Crowdsourced Poetry Project. Basically, we’re supplying the first line of a poem (a Sestina) and are leaving it up to the masses to come up with the remaining words, line by line. We started this week with the beginning line of “I began to ask myself the questions,” posted it on our facebook page, and are now soliciting submissions for the second line. Got an idea for a line? Head on over to Facebook and “Like” The University Press of North Georgia, and simply submit your proposed poetry passage by posting a comment on our Crowdsourced Poetry post.
To read more about the project itself (and find out what a Sestina actually is), check out the the UPNG post “A Sestina by Everyone.”
It was to be an epic battle. One that went down into the history books with the official label of “Freakin’ Sweet.” Good against Evil, the Righteous against the Damned, Wife against Husband. Battle lines were drawn. Rules were laid down. Guns loaded, we readied our body and our souls.
And then we stopped to take some humorously intimidating photos.
And then we set off with only one thing on our minds, total annihilation of our significant other. While he was devious, cunning, and relentless, I remained honorable and patient, biding my time. I took many hits and gave some in return. But soon, the fateful time came, and he ran out of his ammo. Seizing my chance, I advanced with a ceaseless stream of ammo bombarding the enemy.
I was victorious!
Or so I thought. Exhausted, I fell to the ground, letting my guard down too soon. Suddenly, I was attacked by his minion, who had been waiting not-so-quietly in the shadows. I had just enough ammo left for one final shot.
But alas! It was not enough, and the furry minion advanced. I had neither strength or the equipment to defend myself.
And I, too, was vanquished.
The battle had been a glorious one. Our children will hear of it in the songs of bards. They will know that we lived, and died, valiantly.
Download—how old is this term? I was seriously curious today. So, I went to the Oxford English Dictionary to find out. It appeared around 1977 (in Scientific America). So the word itself is only about 36 years old, but really only came into everyday usage with the rise of the internet in the 90s. Now, you can’t go a day without hearing it multiple times a day. Downloading is prominent through our lives. We download the latest news, weather, status updates to our phones. We download books, poetry, and documents to our ereaders. We download music, podcasts, and audiobooks to our mp3 players. We download games and all of the above to our computers or tablets. Download is a verb that rules us.
“Hold on, honey, I have to finish downloading these files to my back-up drive before I can leave the office”
“I’m going to download these pictures so I can then upload them onto my blog!”
Downloading makes life easier. With a few clicks or touches, you can download almost anything. Want a new book but don’t have a store close by? Download it! Don’t want to fight the crowds at a midnight release of a game? Download it! Need new music? Download it! Downloading is the path to instant gratification.
It makes me wonder what a life without downloading would be like. I wouldn’t be able to read most of my bookclub books. I wouldn’t be able to listen to audiobooks while working out. I wouldn’t be able to jam to my favorite 90s alternative while I clean the house.
Then again, I’d probably get more reading, working out, and cleaning done if I didn’t have all these damned computer games downloaded.
Amazing how something that didn’t exist 40 years ago is so prevalent and necessary in our everyday lives now. Maybe I’ll unplug tomorrow…