Showing posts with label new blog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label new blog. Show all posts

Wednesday, 8 June 2011

Solitaire with a blue pig

The sun is here, the weather’s warm, and I’m a lot more relaxed than I was this time last month. I’m spending my days cooking and cleaning, being the little housewife that no man wants to admit to being whilst finding ways to coexist with a cat that hates me with every cruel atom of its soul. And it’s not that bad, really; it’s a very simple life leaving me with lots of time to stay in touch with people and write, play music, and read. I’m completely broke, which is a downer on things, but it’s not the end of the world, and I’m still enjoying myself regardless of my poverty, it’s nice to slow down a little and relax. So here I am, sat at my laptop listening to a radio tribute to Gil Scott-Heron, who died just last week. He’s been a huge influence on me, and I’m forever grateful that I got the chance to go and see him perform last year in Manchester. They’re playing what’s probably Gil’s most famous song: ‘The Bottle’, all about alcohol addiction, Gil being someone who suffered from various addictions through his whole life. A blessing of mine is I’ve always been aware that I have an addictive personality and so I’ve known to avoid certain things that friends of mine may or may not have experimented with. That being said, I can still end up hooked on the dumbest of things, such as playing solitaire.

Anyone who’s ever owned a Windows computer will have played around with the little free games that come with it. I could never get to grips with minesweeper but I played a lot of solitaire and ended up getting really good at it. It got to a point where if I was sat at my computer at any moment of absent-mindedness I’d instinctively start up a solitaire game and start shifting cards around with haste. I wasn’t enjoying it, or even playing, it had become a reflex and a pursuit of improving on my prior top score, probably what it’s like playing video games in Korea. Exam season at university broke that cycle, finally, with final essays and revision taking much higher priority, and these days I’ll play a game every now and then but I’ve all but lost interest. Recently, however, with the spare time I’ve had on my hands, I’ve taken to playing solitaire with real cards on a table to pass the time.

Whilst it’s not an addiction, writing for my other blog, Bluepig, has become a big element of my life. Some people spend their entire lives trying to get the pink elephant off their backs; I’m usually trying to find ways to keep the blue pig on mine. At times it feels as though there’s nothing more difficult that keeping a blog running with a good dose of regularity, taking the things you see and do day-to-day, converting it into interesting prose, and doing this often enough that you can post something once a week – every Friday on Bluepig. Never been easy but two years down the line I’ve never seriously thought about just giving it up and closing the blog down for good. It’s like keeping a journal; if you do it long enough you don’t have to force yourself to write in it, the journal will make you write instead.

Bluepig’s diversified a little recently, and I think it’s done the blog a lot of good. One post I’ve been considering writing in this pattern of variation is a post about just that – how I make my posts. I decided to make it on here instead though, I haven’t posted on here since I left Plattsburgh and it seems right to write about it on here rather than the blog in question. So as I shuffle my deck and lay out another solitaire game, let’s take a look at the process of writing up a post for the Bluepig.



Though in recent times I’ve become a devoted convert to the school of solid pre-planning and note-taking, drafting and editing, when writing for Bluepig I don’t tend to do much of these things. The main focus of the blog is the photography and the writing is supplementary; it’s more often than not about filling in the gaps. If I’m out getting pictures for a post, though, I’ll often bullet point a basic structure for a post in a little notebook if I stop off somewhere for coffee. In the past I’ve used whatever cheap notepads I can get my hands on but in the last 4 months I’ve gathered a bunch of these miniature composition books, which are really cheap and have pages that tear out easily, so I’ve stuck with them. If I’m writing a larger post, such as the two-parters I did in Ottawa and Quebec City, I’ll make a checklist of things I want to get pictures of in my notebook.

Originally, when I’d write a post I’d write it straight into BlogSpot, but now I use a word processor instead. It serves a double purpose; I find it easier to review and compose when writing on a word processor, and it also means I can save copies of my writing to my hard drive, so that if anything ever happened to my blog or BlogSpot as a whole I’ll always have my work. Whether people read my work or not, I’d like to keep a hold of it.


The camera that does all of the work. It’s a Kodak EasyShare C9, nothing fancy but it does the job and the battery life is pretty good. A nicer camera may produce better quality pictures but for these small, user-friendly cameras this one works great (there’s not much difference between them all really), and an SLR would be too unwieldy because all of my photos have to be taken one-handed, the other holding the pig of course. Sometimes it gives me grief with its auto-focus but I’ve never gone somewhere and not been able to get the pictures I’ve wanted. Before I got this camera I used my camera-phone instead (a Sony-Ericcson something or other, I don’t have it to hand), which really did produce lesser quality pictures but it also produced some really great shots, too.



And finally, the subject of all the attention, the pig himself. He’s about 3 inches long and an inch and a half tall, not big at all which makes him portable enough to take him to the places I want to and get the shots needed for the blog. He’s actually a stress toy, though I’m very protective of people actually squeezing him for fear of his head coming off or something like that. I was given him by my auntie for reasons unknown to me; he’s a promotional stress toy for ‘NiQuitin CQ’ a company that sell nicotine patches. I don’t smoke and I never have, so I’ve no idea why it ended up with me, but I’m not complaining. When a friend asked if I’d take a photograph of them away with me and take pictures of said photo in famous places I realised that I could instead take the pig, and make a blog out of it, which is how it all began. I wrote some entry posts to have a little of a foundation before telling people about the blog, then started writing seriously in my build-up to going to summer camp in 2009, the first real post of travel being my trip to London to get my visa for camp. That was all the way back in May 2009, and now, 2 years down the line, I’m still going, and writing more than ever.

Tuesday, 10 May 2011

Well this didn’t go to plan

It’s been a while, huh. The best part of ten months in fact, all the bohemian wishes of grandeur as I chronicled my adventures abroad seemed to have faded away. There are two reasons for this: neglecting all of my writings and the routine of daily life. For whatever reasons my writing habits went into a lull in late August. It’s most evident in my journal (though you’re not going to get to see that) where, for example, I wrote around 30 pages of text in my little black moleskine between July and thanksgiving in November, then since thanksgiving until now I’ve written somewhere around 175 pages – from 6 pages a month to 35 pages a month. Similarly with my bluepig blog, where there’s a vast gap between July and November, where I started writing regularly again. The routine of day-to-day life takes the edge away from the freshness of experience a year at a foreign university; eventually it stops feeling foreign altogether, something that was probably sped up because I’ve spent time over here before. At least now I’ve dragged myself back out of that marsh and am writing regularly again.

Plattsburgh has been a very mixed experience, some true highs and some painful lows. At first I was going out to parties regularly with a gang of other exchange students, but the police in a small town like this really don’t have anything better to do than to harass the students in their houses, which soured the whole thing. Add to that the real bane of my alcohol-related life: light beer. I can’t get drunk on light beer, I can’t even get tipsy on the stuff, I could drink 10 and still be stone cold sober, and because I’m not too keen on spirits and that’s all American students drink, I was pretty much stuck. So I gave it up, no more alcohol in the US, no more house parties.

I went home in December for Christmas to see my family and friends. Had a complete nightmare in getting home – all flights to Heathrow were cancelled which meant I was stranded in Montreal for three days. British Airways put me up in a hotel, so it wasn’t too rough, but my flight had to be rearranged, leading to me flying to both Miami and Paris, where I had a 9 hour layover before I could finally fly to Manchester and go home. It was exhausting, and made me pretty sick for around two weeks once I got home.


My blogging has been pretty limited in the past. I love the bluepig blog, which is now 2 years old and still going strong (I’ve got a few ideas that may very well pop up over the coming months, depending on where I end up) but it’s not necessarily my writing. In my mind I see bluepig as a photography blog with some minor travel writing included, seldom in detail, though since I’ve changed from writing directly onto the blog as the words come to me to writing on Microsoft word and editing/redrafting before I publish I feel as though my work has gotten better. My work’s gotten more professional in my academic writing too; I guess I’m finally growing up as a writer. Then last night I came across this:

It’s something I needed to see. So often I’ve felt like I should give up this whole blogging stuff due to feelings of inadequacy, even though I’ve seen the mantra of ‘the only way you get good at writing is by reading and writing a lot’ sometimes you don’t believe it. It takes a lot of willpower to say ‘even though I don’t like the way I write right now, if I carry on I’ll get better’ but it’s true, and that’s what I’m going to try and do from now on.

For a while now I’ve been considering starting up a new blog; a more personal blog where I write about what I’ve been up to, just day-to-day life wherever I’m living at the time. Life’s an adventure after all, in theory there’ll be plenty to write about if only I look for it. So stick the two together, a need to write more often and wanting to start a new blog, why not start using this one again? I’m not going to start properly for a couple of weeks; I’m entering the last days of my semester here so I’ve got a bunch of things to deal with as it is, like my final exams, packing up and leaving, and sorting out a flight home too, but it’s my hope that this blog can become a weekly-posting thing, with writing in long-form, rather than the short snippets I do on bluepig. Here’s to hoping.

Thursday, 22 July 2010

Hullo There

This is my new blog, and I'm about to explain why I've made a new blog to you.

For the past 15 months or so, I've kept a blog called Bluepig, where I've carried a little blue pig on my travels with me, taking photos of it in various locations. And that's going to carry on; I like doing the project when I'm away from home and I want to see just how far it can go. However, it's a picture blog more than anything else really, that's what it's there for and that's what I like about it.

For the next 10 months or so I'm going to be studying abroad. I'm taking part in my University's exchange student program, and will be spending the second year of my degree in upstate NY. The blog's URL 'chemic abroad' is a reference to my hometown and me leaving it - if you know me you'll get it. Rather than dilute the concepts behind the bluepig blog, I've just gone ahead and made a second blog for me to share my experiences on, the Bløg!
I don't honestly know an awful lot about the place I'm going to. Much like when I worked at a summer camp for the first time in 2008, I'm deliberately not researching the place or the surrounding area too much. The experience is going to be wholly new, for better or for worse. Probably the latter based off past experiences, but isn't the whole point of doing such a thing as spending an entire year abroad studying to experience new things? There's no enjoyment of naive exploration if you can second-guess your way around a place, no spontaneous and magnetic connections with the people you meet on arrival if you've already made friends beforehand, no joy of the unexpected if you're simply going through the motions.

This post wasn't planned, and it's taken a swift detour into rant territory, so I'm stopping here. New blog. Enjoy.

Oh, and it's called Bløg because I like the way it sounds (think bleurg). Nothing clever.