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Poetry Post: The Long Wait

September 2nd, 2010 by Jake

So, we’ve been learn­ing about vil­lanelles in Lit­er­a­ture Analy­sis.  They’re a form of poetry that:

1.)  Con­sists of nine­teen lines.

2.) Has five stan­zas, each of three lines, with a final one of four lines.

3.) The first line of the first stanza is repeated as the last line of the sec­ond and fourth stanzas.

4.) The third line of the first stanza is repeated as the last line of the third and fifth stanzas.

5.) These two refrain lines fol­low each other to become the second-to last and last lines of the poem.

6.) The rhyme scheme is aba.  The rhymes are repeated accord­ing to the refrains.

So, after absorb­ing this, I went and wrote one.  I’m… not sure why I wrote what I did, but I fig­ure I should at the very least share it.

The Long Wait

by Jake Courington

Watch her body slowly decay,
Hear silent mourn­ing through­out the home
As we approach the end of day.

See the place where she will lay,
Neath a tree of ironic green.
Watch her body slowly decay.

The blue of her eyes slowly turns to grey,
And pale flesh is drawn taught over her bones
As we approach the end of day.

Her voice comes as soft as the whis­per of the fey,
Her touch as weak as a whith­ered tree branch.
Watch her body slowly decay.

I tray with all my might to say,
I have the courage to see this through
As we approach the end of day.

But as her twi­light draws near,
And shad­ows lengthen all around the home, we must
Watch her body slowly decay,
As we approach the end of day.

——

If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go cry for a bit.

Keep on dream­ing.  No mat­ter what.

Jake the Dreamaniac

The Frugal Nature of Laundry (and Other Thoughts on School.)

August 30th, 2010 by Jake

If there’s one thing that will teach you to watch your money care­fully and cut cor­ners where you can, it would be a home eco­nom­ics course.  (Un)Fortunately, I have dis­cov­ered another path to fru­gal­ity:  Doing your laun­dry dur­ing college.

It costs $4 to do a full load of laun­dry here at CU: $1 each for the washer and dryer per load, and seper­ate loads for col­ors and whites.  I ended up spend­ing $5 because I had started my (color) bed­sheets as a seper­ate load before real­iz­ing I could have com­bined them with my color cloth­ing.  I will heed this les­son in the future.

Aside from this mun­dane domes­tic fiasco, col­lege has been loads of fun.  Just yes­ter­day I joined a hand­ful of girls from my dorm in watch­ing the extended edi­tions of  every Lord of The Rings movie; there was quite a bit of fun ban­ter and analy­sis of the homo­sex­ual rela­tion­ship between Frodo and Sam.  I’m think­ing about ask­ing them to give Dun­geons and Drag­ons a try.  I’ll let you all know how it goes.

My classes have been fun and inter­est­ing so far.  In Lit­er­ary Analy­sis we’ve been intro­duced to the vil­lanelle, a poetic form that is odd, com­plex, and cir­cu­lar, quite odd to read but entranc­ing at the same time.  Intro to Lit­er­ary The­ory hasn’t really begun any­thing in earnest, but the pro­fes­sor is both nice and knowl­edge­able enough to have writ­ten a book on the sub­ject.  It just so hap­pens to be on our required read­ing list for the class, but hey, we all have to eat.

Anthro­pol­ogy has Pro­fes­sor Van Ger­ven, and that’s all I need to say on that subject.

As for dorm life, there’s been a large num­ber of inter­est­ing things.

One inter­est­ing thing I’ve noticed is how easy it is to get pulled into philo­soph­i­cal dis­cus­sions, espe­cially late at night.  Last week (I think it was wednes­day?) I sat in the hall­way dis­cussing the mean­ing of a qual­ity watch as it per­tains to one’s phi­los­o­phy in life.  Dur­ing our dis­cus­sion, we were inter­rupted by another hall-mate, who declared that he did not believe time existed.  After forc­ing the intruder to admit he could not prove that time did not exist, I got into another argu­ment with my pre­vi­ous com­pan­ion about prob­a­bil­ity and chance and whether there was any sort of higher/transient power (explic­itly not God.)

Good times.

My artis­tic abil­ity has also been noticed.  Each dorm room has a white­board on the front for mes­sages and other things, and a short while after I moved in I took the time to draw my car­toon avatar (along with an announce­ment that I’m search­ing for D&D play­ers.)  This was noticed by Lau­ren, a cute short orange-haired girl who isn’t our Res­i­dent Advi­sor but is such a nat­ural social but­ter­fly that she’ll prob­a­bly become one in the future.  She told me that if I ever felt like post­ing my draw­ings on the hall announce­ment board, “to brighten it up,” I was wel­come to go ahead.  Fast for­ward to yes­ter­day, when on a whim I drew a small pic­ture of Ben (our RA) and Lau­ren under a “Wel­come to the 3rd Floor!” sign.  Upon show­ing it to Lau­ren, she asked me to do draw­ings of the entire hall.  In my own time, of course, but the fact that she liked it enough to make that big of a request filled me with golden but­ter­flies that lifted me off the ground for the rest of the day.

Speak­ing of art, I have an inter­est­ing story to tell you all about regard­ing my new friend Ben (A dif­fer­ent Ben than the Res­i­dent Advi­sor.)  Ben is actu­ally the same guy with whom I had the dis­cus­sion about watches and prob­a­bil­ity vs. divine intent.  He’s a smart, well-off guy, and has already made large amounts of money both in the stock mar­ket (insane, I know) and by run­ning a small loan busi­ness in his high school.  Dur­ing one of the late-night talks, I men­tioned my tablet and how I could draw on it, then brought it out to show it off.  Ben imme­di­ately asked if I could draw him as a awe­some samurai/ninja guy, to which I responded that I cur­rently didn’t have a tablet pen but was con­sid­er­ing pur­chas­ing a new one online.  With­out blink­ing an eye, he states that he’ll pay for it with his credit card just so I can start draw­ing on it again.

See­ing as it was late at night, I asked him to delay mak­ing a deci­sion on that until tomor­row after­noon, when he would have had time to think about it with a clearer mind.

The fol­low­ing after­noon, he was still cer­tain about his deci­sion, so I drew him a paper draft and agreed to draw him a large-scale color ver­sion as pay­ment for his kind­ness (the pen was about $30, so I’m treat­ing it as a high-quality comis­sioned work).  The pen hasn’t arrived yet, and I’m still both shocked and flat­tered that some­one would invest their money in me like this.  Ben is crazy and awesome.

That’s about all I have for today.  Keep an eye out for draw­ings to start show­ing up in a week or so; I’ve resolved to fin­ish Ben’s piece before I do any other art.  It’s the least I can do for him.

Keep on dreaming,

Jake the Dreamaniac

Happy 16th, Sis.

August 28th, 2010 by Jake

Hey, Rachel. I’m sorry I can’t be there for your birth­day, but col­lege has started to get busy and I never got around to mak­ing plans for today.

Thank­fully, I can at least wish you a happy 16th birth­day.  It’s quite a mile­stone; it’s only a lit­tle longer before you start dri­ving on your own, and bit by bit you’ll begin tak­ing on more of the pri­valages and respon­si­bil­i­ties of being an adult.  I’m con­fi­dent that you’ll be able to han­dle them.  Most of the time, at least.

I know we bicker alot and don’t agree on most things, but I want you to know that I still love you.  What­ever we might say to each other, we’re still fam­ily, and I admit my life wouldn’t have been nearly as inter­est­ing with­out you around.  From the depths of my heart, I thank you.

Unfor­tu­nately, I don’t have my tablet pen and my scan­ner isn’t work­ing, or I’d draw you some­thing as my birth­day present.  As a con­cil­la­tory gift, albeit one I’m not sure you’ll like, I’ll give you the oppor­tu­nity to find and use a word that I wont be able to under­stand.  Just click on this link.

Happy birth­day, and keep on dreaming.

With love,

Your Brother

Musical Therapy

August 26th, 2010 by Jake

I’ll admit it, some­times I just feel down.  The moments are inex­plic­a­ble, have a vari­ety of vague and unim­por­tant causes, and can bring me down for an entire day.

I have devel­oped a sys­tem to com­bat these moments, how­ever.  It ban­ishes the vague sense of fatigue so thor­oughly that it ceases to have ever existed.  What is this sys­tem, you ask?

I put on my Whippy Hat, crank up the vol­ume on my com­puter, and do the Caramell­dansen.

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Keep on dancing.

Jake the Dansenmaniac

Poetry Post: Believe

July 17th, 2010 by Jake

Laugh.  Dream.  Imagine.

Believe in oth­ers.  Believe in yourself.

Believe.

Love.  Play.  Wonder.

Believe in your friends.  Believe you are special.

Believe.

Learn.  Hope.  Smile.

Believe in the world.  Believe in mak­ing a difference.

Believe.

–Jake Cour­ing­ton

This poem is a trib­ute to the incred­i­ble Fred Rogers.

Poetry Post: Torrential

June 28th, 2010 by Jake

On occa­sion, the poetic spirit take my fancy.  This is just such an occasion.

First a flash, a sear­ing bolt,

Fiercely flick­er­ing between white and black

Then, the crash, res­onat­ing to bone,

Fol­lowed by the thou­sand pound­ing ham­mers of hail,

And then the down­pour, the bib­li­cal flood, soak­ing the dry earth,

and then… silence.

Lin­ger­ing droplets, gen­tle as a zephyr, persist.

A moment of refrac­tion, nature’s prism, cre­ates a faint band of colors,

The calm after the storm.

Dreamaniac: Venture Into Nightmare

June 25th, 2010 by Jake

For those of you not in the know, me and my friends are mak­ing a videogame.  A fight­ing game, specif­i­cally.  A fight­ing game based off of my old web­comic, specifically.

Those of you who know me per­son­ally will remem­ber my old web­comic, Drea­ma­niac.  It was, in a word, ter­ri­ble.  It was poorly drawn at first, and poorly writ­ten for the entire run; it was crammed so full of in-jokes, ram­blings, and half-baked humor that I’d thought up on the spur of the moment that it would take me explain­ing the joke in per­son for any­one to under­stand a comic.

It was also one of the best expe­ri­ences in my life, as it helped me prove to myself that I was capa­ble of doing some­thing big entirely of my own desire and will.

Of course, my friends (espe­cially those friends who first pointed out how much my comic sucked) have pledged to help make sure that the writ­ing in the game is much bet­ter than it was in my old comic.  How­ever, that’s only once we get past the major build­ing blocks of devel­op­ment, which include (but are not lim­ited to) : sprit­ing, pro­gram­ming, moveset design, stage art, game bal­ance, cre­at­ing effects, voice act­ing, and miscellaneous.

My friend Andrew, alias Ice­bug, is head­ing devel­op­ment when­ever he can pull his head out of his lat­est Fleet­ing Pas­sion­ate Hobby.  A bunch of other peo­ple in our group are also sup­pos­edly help­ing out, although cur­rently every­one but myself and the guy who’s doing most of the music are AWOL.  So yeah.

The char­ac­ters in the game have all had at least one appear­ance in my old comic, with one excep­tion I’ll get to later.  They are as follows:

Jake

Me, of course.  I use the Drea­ma­niac emblem (a green cres­cent moon with pur­ple craters) as my pri­mary weapon, and my spe­cial abil­i­ties use weaponized pos­i­tive energy.  Oh, and Whippy helps me out as well.

Andrew

Andrew, a.k.a Ice­bug.  He’s a ninja– fast, deadly, and frag­ile.  His abil­i­ties are based off of his incred­i­ble skill in any­thing he sets his mind to, as well as his quiet demeanor.

Neil

Neil’s an extremely smart guy.  So smart that (in the comic) he’s built tele­porters, jet-powered air­ships, and many other ridicu­lous devices. He’s also a skilled war­rior, dual-weilding swords in combat.

Elliot

Smart guy.  Good writer.  Likes broadswords.  Really likes his green coat.  In com­bat, he uti­lizes a Nin­tendo DS sty­lus, an “upgraded” cal­cu­la­tor, and a broadsword.  His favorite col­ors are black and green and his favored title is XIVcaliber.

Mark

Mark is Andrew’s younger brother.  It’s sus­pected that, at some point, the inter­net ate his brain and started using him as a host.  What­ever hap­pened, Mark uses biz­zare attacks based off of both famous and obscure inter­net memes.

Niko

Niko is a critic.  Of most things.  He takes the view that, by ana­lyz­ing and tear­ing into flaws, what is left can become bet­ter.  In com­bat, he uti­lizes his sword­cane, slash­ing wit, and incred­i­ble sense of style.

Andre

A self-professed Gen­tle­man, Andre is rather sur­real.  When­ever you’re near him, you get this over­whelm­ing sense of… con­fu­sion?  Or some­thing?  He uti­lizes his gen­tle­manly fight­ing style and the pow­ers over dark­ness in combat.

Niki

Niki’s an incred­i­ble artist.  A bril­liant artist.  She’s also incred­i­bly friendly, although she does have to deal with a mur­der­ous alter­nate per­son­al­ity named Balt­hazar.  In com­bat she uti­lizes a panda sword, her art­work, and her imag­i­nary friend Angor.

Shelby

Shelby’s another really good artist, although she doesn’t think so for some rea­son.  She’s also very prone to mood swings, going from sweet­ness to vio­lence in a sin­gle mis­placed com­ment.  She uti­lizes her sketch­book and a swor­dax­e­cleaver in combat.

Amelia

Amelia is an extremely sweet and intel­li­gent girl as well as a tal­ented musi­cian.  She’s a bit of an out­sider in the group, but doesn’t mind hang­ing out with them.  In com­bat she uses a giant musi­cal note to beat (*rimshot*) her ene­mies into the ground.

Eric

Eric’s a big fan of Poke­mon.  More specif­i­cally, he’s a huge fan of the poke­mon Eevee, as well as the poke­mon who evolve from it.  In com­bat, he uti­lizes both Eevee and all seven of it’s evolutions.

Jer­aldo

Jer­aldo is the son of the mon­ster who hid in Jake’s closet when Jake was young.  Unlike his father, he’s a gen­tle soul who’d rather go out for soda then scare lit­tle kids.  How­ever, he still pos­sesses his father’s incred­i­ble strength, and knows how to use it in combat.

Are you excited yet?  You can observe and maybe even con­tribute to the devel­op­ment of the comic at the forums!

Keep on Dreaming,

Jake the Dreamaniac

The Dreaded First Post

February 15th, 2010 by Jake

Salu­ta­tions!  I guess.  It’s rather awk­ward try­ing to fig­ure out what to say on the very first sen­tence of the very first post on a blog, because    you know any­one who’s actu­ally read­ing it is only there because you know them personally.

But I digress.

My name’s Jake, and I’m the tit­u­lar Drea­ma­niac.  I’m an aspir­ing artist, writer, and car­toon­ist, but at the core I’m a thinker.  I love to explore every realm of thought, chal­lenge my own philoso­phies, and cre­ate worlds, char­ac­ters, and ideas.

I’m also a bit of a nar­cis­sist (like most artists), but that’s sec­ondary to my hunger for praise (also a trait of many artists.)  While I cer­tainly love to do my own thing, I love it even more when that thing is praised by other peo­ple.  Hope­fully this dis­tin­guishes me from the stan­dard atten­tion whore.

My inter­ests, aside from think­ing, are as follows:

  • Comics: I love comics, includ­ing japan­ese manga, and as a deriv­a­tive, car­toons and anime.  You’ll prob­a­bly see me upload a few comics here and there.
  • Videogames: I was intro­duced to videogames at a young age.  While I’ve got­ten over the addic­tion I had in my youth, I still have a great love for the medium in gen­eral; I believe videogames are just as capa­ble of being art as movies, paint­ings, and poetry are.
  • Spec­u­la­tive Fic­tion: Tech­ni­cally this is a genre, not lim­ited to any sin­gle medium, but see­ing as my love for fan­tasy and sci-fi spreads across books, movies, games, and table­top games, I fig­ured I’d con­sol­i­date the category.
  • Lit­er­a­ture: I love to read.  I can devour books in a mat­ter of hours; my favorite story regard­ing this was when I bought the 7th Harry Pot­ter book at a mid­night release party, and fin­ished it around six in the morn­ing.  When I arrived at school that day, I learned that one of my friends had stayed up all night read­ing the Wikipedia entry on the book as it updated so he could spoil it for me; when he found out I’d already read the entire book, he gave me quite a death glare.
  • Dun­geons and Drag­ons: Me and a bunch of my friends get together every once in a while to talk, eat junk, and play a game.  The only dif­fer­ence between this and the stan­dard bowl­ing night is how awe­somely nerdy D&D is.

Well, I sup­pose that’s it for now.  If you’re actu­ally, against all my expec­ta­tions, read­ing this…

Thank you!

Keep on dreaming,

Jake and Whippy