I like lovely things, but I tend to go for dark, saturated colours or greys. Thank heavens for the AntiCraft. I’m already pondering a project or two from it, and another one based on some yarn Monica tipped me off is on sale. I ain’t makin’ no dog-or-cat-sweaters, but I sure like me a nice something to keep me warm.
Author Archives: Wohali
a rave, defined
J, (A and R’s brother) stopped by last weekend to tell me about a rave he’s going to tonight, and a film project he’s working on. It sounds like he’s got ambition, and I hope he meets his personal deadline. To witness a half-blind director making movies of stories about his world is really, really cool, and judging from his taste in films and TV shows, I can’t wait to see what he puts out.
I ran into O, an old friend, by chance last night, that was weird! I was in a car with a friend (a rare occurrence in itself) and he’s just on the sidewalk, crossing Spadina on Queen. He said he’d find me through LiveJournal – hopefully his LJ email goes to the right place, as I decided to send him a note as well. O, drop me an email!
After reading his journal, I find that a group of people with whom I was social a couple of years ago is going to this thing too! It’s weird to see all of these disparate social circles intersect, but I shouldn’t be surprised – after all, I met most of these folks through a single individual.
In the process of thinking about going, I realized that I’ve burned out on social scenes that make me feel like I must be someone who I am not…and within which I find it extremely hard to just be myself. Stepping out of the public eye has been the best thing that’s happened to me in ages; it’s given me the focus to place my energies where I find they do the world – myself, other humans, other life, and our cosmos – the best quantifyable, measurable benefit. And, in the end, isn’t that the best thing I can do to preserve fragile human society?
Anyway, I keep pondering going tonight. I’ve been invited to come along by both active friends and older buddies. I shouldn’t, but I also have been looking for the right event to tell all of those people two key things: that I hold them no ill will, and that I have no desire to involve myself in their social scenes. I have been trying to find a way to show them in the same breath that, though I was uncomfortable at times, I do not feel harmed, and that I endeavoured at every chance to ensure my own actions never caused others any harm. I also want to wish them the best in their lives, and to ensure them that I respect their boundaries as I hope they respect mine. And I want to wish them all well in whatever direction they go, whether it’s mine, theirs, or some mutual direction.
Problem is, I’m not sure a rave is a good place to express any sort of sentiment, subtle or not, to another person, unless that sentiment is “Hey! I know! Let’s go out to a loud place with LOTS of people and dance until our legs fall off. We’ll drink water, eat candy, listen to some techno music and possibly do drugs. We’re doing it just to have fun.” And, to be perfectly honest, I’m not sure I’d enjoy all of that tonight, with or without friends at my side. The rain has sent me scurrying to my wool blanket and knitting needles. (Damn you, sporadicity!)
So instead, I decided to blog what I would have said in person. I guess I’m not going out tonight, my friends of yore, but I’m there with you in spirit. Dance on. Have fun. Be happy – I am!
cherokee, revisited and relinquished
November 4, 2005
Cherokee Nation
Attn: Cultural Resource Center
PO Box 948
Tahlequah, OK 74465
USA
Dear Cherokee Nation Cultural Resource Center,
It was thirteen years ago today that, in the midst of studying Cherokee antiquities at university, I received a grant to develop a computerized Cherokee font. With the $300, I purchased a font creation program, spent some time learning how to use it, and by the summer of 1993, completed the work. Unfortunately, my class had already ended, and other than my own personal research, I no longer had a direct need for my own work. I released it to the public domain, and put up Gopher and Web pages offering downloads and syllabary charts. It proved to be far more popular than I had expected. I’ve made many friends and acquaintances through the letters I’ve received regarding the font over the years.
Shortly after the release, Michael Everson took an encoding of Sequoyah’s font for the Cherokee language to the Unicode committee, including my work in his initial proposal. As a nineteen year old, it was a morale boost to know I could help the computer world grow, but even then I knew I could add nothing more to the discussion of code pages and preservation of cultural heritage that was not my own. Michael’s work has ensured that Cherokee has obtained its rightful place in the international UTF-8 standard.
It was with great joy and reverence that I then learned of the Nation’s own efforts, culminating in the release of your official font in 2001. Having taken hundreds of hours to produce my font, I respect what must have been the thousands of hours put in by the Cultural Resource Center to correctly design a keyboard layout. It was absolutely what the next generation Cherokee computer user interface required: attention to detail by the very people who speak and use the language daily.
About three months ago, I received a letter from a private publication, asking me about my font. He wanted to know who used it, and whether I thought it was suitable for current language research. Without hesitation, I told him that it was part of an old research project, and that I didn’t think it was suitable for anything these days but ornamentation and the odd tattoo. I directed him to your website, and to a Unicode Cherokee font listing online. I also asked him permission to publish that response on my website, but received no reply.
Rather than continue to wait for a reply, I am sending you this letter today. With all of the erosion of your language to date, I do not wish to muddy the waters any longer. I write to you today not only to offer extremely late congratulations on your font’s release, but to make it clear to you, and to my website’s visitors, that I am not Cherokee, and I do not pretend that my font is the best solution for any serious linguistic needs. I’m pleased to offer it to those who need a toy implementation, but for real language work, people should use your font, or a font using the UTF-8 standard encoding. As of today, I have revised the text on my website to include the text of this letter. I would have done so sooner, except that it struck me that anyone serious about the language would already have found other resources closer to the Nation on the Internet already.
As I turn to future endeavours, it is my selfish regret that I was unable to work with you and your team in the 1990s to hand over my work to you sooner. I attempted to contact the Nation back then, but ultimately nothing came of it. In the end, you have determined future on your own terms, drawing from your own world experience; I can think of no better outcome.
Sincerely,
Joan Sarah Touzet
P.S. For many years I have gone by the nickname wohali, the origin of which is detailed on my website. I realized shortly after adopting the nickname that it was an incorrect translation of “eagle,” the correct translation being uwohali. And while the name was given to me by someone of 3/4 Cherokee blood, I never inquired directly of someone associated with the Nation whether the name was correct, nor whether it was appropriate for me. My sincerest apologies if any action I have taken has offended you or any members of the Cherokee Nation.
cc: Dan Agent, Editor-in-chief, Cherokee Phoenix
cc: Cherokee Nation Webmaster
another dirty gin martini, please
Software companies, listen up. If you’re not going to make your products open source, at least have the guts to allow independent evaluation of your technology – especially when you service the public sector. First it was Diebold with their horrible, horrible scandal surrounding voting machines. Now, it’s all about a breathalizer system used in Florida.
Grow up, Diebold and CMI. Your antics make you look less mature than the people actually committing voting fraud and DUIs.
not a blogger
So atypical.net’s front page has proudly displayed my blog as the “main attraction” for a while now…but perhaps this isn’t quite right.
I write in my blog only every week or two, and only when I have something to say – I’m not going for volume or website hits, just to show who I am and what I’m thinking about. As time passes, some things stick out in my mind – creative writing, for instance, or personal story. I generally link to those on the sidebar and pull them out into real articles, whith WordPress handles quite nicely. Focusing on the change and the scroll is less useful than having a good information architecture, and while tagging is nice, how many people have actually gone back and read everything I’ve ever posted, other than you stalkers?
Then, I just think about how much of a hassle it’ll be to rearchitect my site, again. Maybe I just need to make the navigation easier, and make it clearer what I have to offer. Stuff like my Voyetra 8 site is some of the most interesting concent I produce, yet it’s buried at the bottom of the list. You wouldn’t think it’s the most important thing I do outside of work and school, would you? (For those of you paying attention, there is V8 stuff coming. RSN. I promise.)
header art
I never did get to write about the header art issue, and I’ve only recently learned that it’s been a bone of contention between those who love blogs, and usually have it — and those who think it’s perhaps a waste of space.
My header art is a photograph of a subterranean tunnel in Tokyo, I believe underneath Shinjuku station, heading out towards Studio Alta on the northeast side of the station. I learned this part of the city well; rather than meet my first Japanese girlfriend in dizzying Shibuya, or the awkward Harajuku, we most often met early on right in front of Studio Alta. It was easy to find, and she was easy to spot there.
Exploring the tunnels underneath there, I was always amazed by their twists and turns, and how eminently sensibly they were designed, unlike how many subterranean passages of that time turned out. People still get lost at Shinjuku station, but I never did.
I rotated the photo 90 degrees to make it look a bit like you’re on a circular space station platform; after all, Japan still looks way more modern than North America, and probably will for a while to come yet.
I might not think “header art” is where it’s at – my previous header art was fonts from divide by zero fonts, done by a graduate of my alma mater – but it adds, for me, a different way of thinking about the world. When I look at it, I feel like I’m half on a carousel, and half in a futuristic society. That’s pretty much how I feel every day – and when I remember to sit back, enjoy the ride, and marvel at the wonders I see, I have a great time.
st. bernard parish update
St. Bernard Parish, the location of what I consider my “family home,” has been devastated by multiple floods, starting with Katrina and ending only after Rita. For those of you who are long-time readers, you may remember me describing how difficult it was for my grandfather to receive appropriate care and treatment with the flood coming.
I bring you a few selected updates linked by the St. Bernard Parish official website:
- This Herald Today article summarizes St. Bernard Parish’s problems and history well. Pay special attention to the text from “In 1927…” forward. Mr. Colten is accurate: “There has been resentment from St. Bernard to New Orleans ever since.”
- Care for pictures? Don McClosky got the real scoop.
- The Times-Picayune reports that Mississippi River Gulf Outlet (MR-GO) must go. America knew this for decades – did we have to wait until we had the empirical evidence to prove it?
Many times in the past month I’ve considered returning to St. Bernard Parish, helping to rebuild, and remaining there once it’s rebuilt. Sadly, I just don’t know anyone there anymore, and as I get older, I’m realizing that having friends all over the world isn’t enough – I need local friends. Still, who knows what the future holds?
shells, side 1
Just before my grandmother died last year, I went to visit her. On the way, I started to get into knitting, more seriously than I had just when I’d made my first scarf. I started on a pattern from Rowan called “Shells,” out of the “Cotton Tape Collection” book of patterns. It’s in Shadow, a now-discontinued but FABULOUS yarn that looks green in sunlight, but brown inside. (Must be due to some fluorescent pigment — anyone know if any other yarns have this effect now that Rowan doesn’t do this one anymore?)
Well, I got stuck, stuck, stuck when I got to the armhole decreases, and put it away for a very long time. But my good friend Monica came over for an evening of food recently, and she helped me figure out where I’d gotten stuck. Tonight, I finally finished half the garment:
Tonight I made this!
Yummy! And it made me realize I don’t have a “cooking” category. WTF was I thinking. Anyone who knows me knows I love to cook….so. Hooray!
lilac
dys4iK‘s Lilac (256k VBR mp3, 1:21:32, ~120MB)
_Set List_
Stama & Nick Proteus – People and Places from the Past (Original Mix)
Soul Tan and Tone Depth feat. Heroic – Back to You (Original Mix)
West London Deep – Inside my Head
Piece Process – Synthsations (Luke Fair Remix)
Piece Process – New Driver
Distance – Vertigo (HedStatic Remix)
Chus & Cebalos vs Tedd Patterson – In Stereo (Mucho Dub Mix)
The Funky Badgers – Funky Tramp (TFB Original Mix)
Smokin’ Jo & Washington present The Black Europeans – State of Mind (D-formation Remix)
Chris Cargo – Saddle Funk (Graeme L. Remix)
Mateo Murphy – Contact
Christian Varela – Carlos Duran (Christian Varela Remix)
Mateo Murphy – Meltdown
Ant – The Tempest
Kristoff – Digital Degenerate (Original Mix)
Engineered by Wohali. Produced by Psykotic Productions.
[EDIT: Link changed to one with unlimited bandwidth.]