Circling but getting there…

Yes, I know it looks like I’m in a holding pattern, but I’m not sitting on my hands. I don’t feel any rush, because you are now officially in the “Dear Diary” category of phantom correspondents, which means I’m free to pursue multiple spin-off tasks inspired in large part by what I’ve already written here. That means multiple balls in the air at the same time. The biggest of this will wind up here when it’s done, my first ever account of how I created the book Punk City, father of The Boomer Bible and much much more.

After you wrote your excellent takedown of Tucker Carlson, I was going to send you this drawing of mine from Shuteye Town of a character I’ve always had a kinship with:

No, it’s not clip art. I drew it. Me and Don Quixote go way back…

But I didn’t send it or post it here either. It reminded me of a slew of windmills I’ve tilted at, some successfully, many not. A self-contained example of this is the blogsite I did back in 2021, when I finally had to sever my already troubled relations with the Mercersburg Academy, where I began my lifelong quest to be part of saving western civilization from my sorry generation. Here’s the story. It tells itself.

Here’s the link to the whole website.

It’s a dead site now. Still sitting there waiting to be discovered after the self-eating hysteria concerning sex and gender and the invincible legal/moral superiority of women has been stuffed back into the X-Files where it belongs.

Hardly the only windmill I’ve aimed a lance at that got me threatened, banned, slandered, and otherwise punished by the arbiters of good and bad in our declining nation. I’ve got a troublemaker rap sheet dating all the way back to my own days at Mercersburg, but the proofs of it are part of the record already if and when somebody goes looking for it.

So I left my Don Quixote pic in the Images file of my iPad and resumed work on multiple other, still incomplete posts.

A messy but funny Instapunk piece with the working title “How Posts Fall Apart,” about the difficulty of choosing a worst New England state. An abundance of collected/created materials with built-in punchlines but no cohesive narrative to get beyond the default answer of “all of them”.

A hole I discovered in my 10-year series of  “End of Year” posts that could easily be a Kindle book if my iPad and I can survive the dreary complications of electronic manuscript formatting. I located the missing Yesr, 2019, in a series of late December Facebook posts. The censors were after me big-time in the buildup to the 2020 Presidential campaign. I have all the bits and pieces stored and available for use (you’re favorably mentioned there btw), but it will be another sorry looking mess with formatting issues galore. Still working on it, a little bit at a time, like the New England piece.

I don’t know if you even know how to get to my Facebook page, but if you did and took the link to all my ‘Reels,’ you’d see I’m also working at learning the algorithmic patterns of the low-grade, freebie AI apps available for playing with video, audio, and animation miniatures. My observation is that most of the so-called experts on AI technology haven’t done this kind of grunt-level research, which discloses how fundamental the obstacles are to large scale implantations assembled from the same kinds of piecemeal junkware. The pontificate from on high without ever getting their own hands dirty. My own hands are filthy with it.

Three more ambitious projects designed to leverage freebie junkware into longer video projects have consumed a lot of my time so far and have made decent progress, but can only be worked on until my eyes and fingers and short-term file-link memory hold up on a given day. one is a movie I’ve already posted a trailer for. It’s called The Trial of Zoltan Mandamme. 

Finishing the actual movie is a hill I’m still climbing.

Of the other two, the simpler one is a multimedia excavation of James Joyce’s famous map of the intricate genius of Finnegans Wake. I’d call it 90 percent complete at this point, which means half the work is still to be done. One teaser graphic:

And, yes, there will be animation, narration, music, and voiceover narration. The redlined stuff is what I have also covered myself as a punk writer, more provably than does the one-page middle finger thrust at critics by the most famous One-Eyed Jack in English literature.

Other stuff too. Including future entries here, still in partial drafts. I’m working on something an average of 10-12 hours out of every 24. It will all come to something I like, or it won’t. 

Sound like a chaotic mish-mash? It is and it isn’t, Dear Diary.

All for now.