Big word, meaning educating, statements that unveil the mysteries. It does not mean necessarily in relation to the bigger schemes in life and universe, but in the inner workings of the micro, the work of men. I have been elucidating both myself and my immediate workmates and gamers with treat bits of information, and an increasingly expanded manual for a social gaming system in the style of Tabletop Role Playing.
While I have endeavoured to create an increasingly closed loop of consistent game logic that encompassed my precepts of how a game should be, these folks have shown incredible support and patience that is overwhelming, and I intend to reward in buckets.
The first round of game testing is to begin by the beginning of August, ‘More than Human’ is a name for a campaign that I have devised that is science fiction oriented, with many open questions and lots of deadly hazards. Our players will find themselves, bereft of memory, with only the narrative handed to them as the game progresses. They may have skill and aptitude, but no back story will prepare them for the creatures they will encounter. This world is as empty as it is busy, and our players will have to escape their first encounter before they can even remember who they are. Mnemonic Refugees take flight!


What’s this? Style change!?

Hey, look, brand-spanking-new content shazamming it’s way to your merry old eyeballs. Yeah, so I just changed the wordpress theme, so what? Well this:
This site has matured along with my outlooks on several presentations I have made over the years and I can heartily say, fuck it, I have a lot of stuff to engage in (I have ever been the multidisciplinarian) AND IT’S MY PREROGATIVE AS TO WHAT I POST ON THIS WEBSITE. I MAY AS WELL MAKE A HOME FOR IT AS I AM PAYING FOR THIS DIGITAL REAL ESTATE. All are welcome to visit, not everyone will be enchanted by my works, but by this I don’t  mind letting a few fishies go, after all I am not a greedy fisherman.

This said I feel that this Digital space has been woefully neglected and seriously under-capitalised on with what I could do with it. I could list off reasons, timing is a large part, you wouldn’t be too interested though & nor should you be!

In the accruing momentum I have been gaining, some awesome projects/ideas have popped up and I will be presenting them all here.

W.R.E.N.R.O.C.K is active.

Catch-calls & the useless facade of Racism.

Hello again, and again I go off-piste in an endeavour to churn out of my dark brooding a nugget of wisdom, or at least foreshadowing. To allow others to inform their perspective in the coming multicontextual tensions, to be played out at the geopolitical level, having been rooted at the grassroots level in each generation. Like legitimising Agent Orange after freely distributing knotweed in secret.

It feels as though the racist element of western society has been mobilised in the last ten years. Endeavouring to capitalise on the largely unverifiable engimas of Terrorist organisations. (Hey, dat N-word is waving a black flag, he be in with them!). The media of late have been leery of ascribing the terrorism tag to modern shootings and other events, understanding the zeitgeist is only accelerating with unverified labelling in emotionally charged times. One may presume that it is an intelligence decision to hold back the label from being slapped on every act of random violence, knowing people are getting wise to such tactics and negating the fear and tension meant to be distributed. With skepticism in the mass public, it is hard to believe something enough to be afraid of it. Such a conclusion may be unfounded, but it fits the facts as presented over the two decades since the WTC events, that were to set a tone for quite an era.

Understand, I set this as context, because I am beginning to believe that there are seasons in how our tensions are redirected constantly, at foreign neighbours, or our own adopted brothers and cousins, immigrants and refugees. I believe I had it clearly in my head twice now, just before sleeping. Until I set it to paper, I shall leave that though there.

Bland jokes and Catch-calls
In the world of Nationalist theatrics. There is a thin veil of acceptability that certain racist parties hide under, that makes for the guise of appropriateness. It is exploited among the less perceptive, and less confrontational peers these individuals keep as company (I falter to say “friends”). It is a way of flagging psychological preference and political undertones to find out, “radar” like, how accepting others are of their views.

“Catches your attention, but you can’t Call it out.”

The Catch-call is new a label for an old device, using timid jokes with little humourous content, to test others for their receptivity. It is akin to people who like to use demeaning humour to the opposite gender to find those willing to put up with their bigotry, and potentially, abuse. It is done in such a way that it makes no sense as a joke, and can’t offend in any SPECIFIC way and can’t be called out in it’s instances as being offensive. It will repeat though, creating a clowning routine of barely constructed racial slurs and imagery. This clowning around creates a backdrop of racially motivated interactions or passivity to the said agent of idiocy, placated only by the apparent foolishness of the blurted half-jokes. It is very cynical, and quite a dangerous tide to idle in. As it is almost always a Segue to more in depth conversation (read, indirect fear-mongering) that will be put to out to sway opinion among the more impressionable and open minded.
I hasten to add not all those who lack the intelligence to formulate a decent joke are automatically Catch-calling in this way. They will, however be attracted to these other, cynical individuals. Make no mistake, the more intelligent folk using this tactic will take time in manipulating the misguided souls to greater extremes, extracting greater bile and bitterness. More often than not, organising them before long.
It is a conduit of fear politicking in clear sight. I post this here in defiance. It is not a funny matter to needlessly racialise conversations, nor is it the right of any person to cast shadows of old political tensions, long since proven DEFUNCT, on the good times of decent people.
Allow me to say this, as a former aficionado of conspiracy culture and news, I never CONCEALED my bias. This leads me to think such people know what they are wanting to say and do is actually WRONG. It is a sign of weakness and I hope they understand this in time. I have been known to make the odd inappropriate joke, but in that I ensured that I was in company that knew me as being for the opposite of the scandalising humour I had used.

To be augmented.

An Appetite for Distrust/Shun

The roll-over of the wave of generations is soon complete, and we observe the grit and silt dragged up somehow has avoided the latest generation until the last point of maturity. Where previous generations have dealt with the lies of television and hollywood, to find that dystopia is the inevitable work in progress, the deepest betrayal is currently etching into the children and younger adults of today.

The understanding that they, like we, have been mis-sold PPI I mean an illusion of selfhood somehow equalling success.

In the fevered dreams of marketers, the selling of an idea of self-marketting is like finding the cash-cow that milks itself. Personality, the empty calorie of culture, is the property being sold to thousands and BILLIONS to those who lack emotional connection to others in simulation of a community. We have been fish that swim, and now we are all finding eachother caught on the net.

Problem is, only those who are sought out are being told they can be anything, and will do almost anything to remain in their provident niche.

Why we have become this is a matter of light pattern stimulated habits, albeit a long-story with vanished news articles. I will pre-qualify this by stating I will try to prove my reasoning. Until I can I will leave that stone unturned. For now.

Trash talk is the language of the internet, you may think that it is english, but all I see is sloganised emotivity and memes. When we take a measure of the average frenetic linguistics of our keyboard bashing contemporaries (it was hard to think of a kind word for them), we see a tenacity to win any argument inversely proportioned with the ability to form  reasoned,  well structured arguments. While this is nothing new and has been happening since the dawn of Tabloids, we do see a more personal hint of corrosivity; A need to wage vendetta on a qwerty-outlined, unemotional wall with all the impressionability of a formica worktop.

Where then, does this corrosion proceed?

A generation of orphaned cubicle-kids, who in their viable lives with unviable futures find a hint of things that scares them, insecurity. Show me any human who cannot guarrantee their futre and you will see a cut-throat in the making, and we are making a nation of them. Why this is the case I may only speculate, but we must secure this season against the tides of endemic uncertainty.

More to follow..

Real Foundations for Virtual Business.

Been a  while since I posted last, bless you for coming back to read 😛 I suppose I had better describe my surroudings to allow you a mental view of my cosy settings. I am at the very least, warm, I have been keen on this given the weather, refrigerator-quality biting cold and spatters of ice water do no make for an inviting walk. I do not remember from childhood such unnatural cold, the vapour temperature tended to be analagous to air temperature in some way. Similarly, it is been a long time since I have seen a bright, eye-aching clear sky. Pollution I suppose is to blame, of one kind of another. I pray for the man made cataracts on the lens of earth to be removed.

So on a tangent, I left you bereft of my circumstance, a different coffee shop, related in part to my own employment by ownership. Dwelling deep in a private corner, musing on past actions and choice, you could spot me a mile off. Tablet, phone and keyboard in front of a small latte. Bearded and long haired, sporting a star wars top and feverishly tapping away at keys. I’d pass for hipster with a single tie-die item or woolen hat, perhaps I should sport a manbun/topknot affair, but then I’d be hipster in a KNOWING way, like I was being IRONIC, which would spin me off the deep end of fatuousness.

Still! that’s enough about my circumstance, at least my current coffee taking.I am looking at a screen, writing in what will soon be a three year old blog (as Wren Rock, I have posted as other things but that doesn’t apply here).

Reviewing my recent history, I have designed, created, invested and turned my mind to many an ulterior distraction all with the aims of achieving my bid to realise Wren Rock’s true foudation. A solid foothold with an intellectual property I am applying for the Patent of as soon  as possible. It is the beginning of a program of events wherein I hope to achieve many an invention, each aimed at advancing the state of music technology as a whole. This is for no other intention than to serve a sphere of culture and innovation that has brought me solace and  great friends. We each flow by our beats and harmonies, the more beautiful the friend, the more beautiful the music they love.
I am enraptured of, and serve beauty. There is room for a little ugly, funky and rocky kinda music in there, but you know, we all need grit in our picnics sometimes. 🙂

On my 33 birthday WrenRock.org will be 3 years old, it has been twisting and relegating to my least uses. However it will be growing I assure you. From selling my VST software *due this year* and various music I have made. You’ll see a lot more of Wren Rock in 2017 ;P