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Saturday, 16 March 2002 |
This just in: Flash MX is now shipping for Mac OS X, Mac OS 9.x and the many and various flavours of Windows.
I am in a Macromedia User Group. I hope a copy of Flash MX for Mac OS X and 9.x turns up soon. Timeliness is everything. I need to install, evaluate, understand, teach, and evangelize this release, if it is up to scratch. I won’t know that until I actually lay hands on a copy. I’m the ultimate sceptic in that regard.
1:48:26 PM 
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I have just come across one of the very first books on online storytelling to be published, named Pause & Effect, written by interactive narrative genius Mark Meadows, about to be published by New Riders.
The book looks incredible, and is much-needed. I am looking forward to its arrival soon. The web is all about interactive storytelling. Yet almost nobody understands that.
This book can only be a help in the process of persuading people that they need to be using the web in the way that it was actually designed to work. Almost nobody does right now, because the people commissioning the work seem to think the web is in fact really print, or TV, or radio, or a telephone, or an art gallery, or a shop, or anything else other than the web, which is in fact a combination of aspects of all those things, united through the medium of story.
1:22:44 PM
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I had the choice last night between attending an event at Foto Freo, or meeting one of the greatest Australian writers ever.
I chose the writer, of course. Les A. Murray read from several of his books, including a new one named Poems The Size Of Photographs that I am going to go in search of in the local bookstores, and then he signed my copy of his verse novel Fredy Neptune.
He remembered it was the Ides of March that day and I told him it was also my birthday. Next time I see him I will be carrying another of his books to sign. I never much liked poetry until I came across Walt Whitman’s work in a book of Edward Weston’s photographs, and never much liked Oz poetry until I came across a book by Les Murray.
Even now I prefer to think of what these guys do as a kind of writing in shorthand, rather than poetry, due to the way school effectively murdered the artform with all that I Love a Sunburnt Country and To A Cowslip and To A Lake District Yeoman and all the other twee little things English poets have foisted upon an unsuspecting and innocent universe (except for William Blake, of course, and he is really a visionary rather than just a poet).
12:51:08 PM
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© Copyright 2002 Karl-Peter Gottschalk.
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