I’ve been working (less than diligently but steadily) on new Silverlight intro content for digitalboon.com. I’ve been trying to write all visual effects into the application so that I rely on no outside mediums, no images or video content, sadly I don’t know about generating sound through the platform (but then again I’ve never really looked into although I’d bet money against any APIs existing for it)… either way we’re getting close to completing the intro content which will as usual will feed my astral addiction and employ a (hopefully) completely randomly programmatically generated multi-layered astral scene. There’s still a lot to be done, and much of it hasn’t even made the brain to paper jump yet, but I’ll have something pushed out reasonably soon here.
I suppose I should give a brief description of what’s going on with my personal life as this is after all a blog – work is going well, I’ll be working from an office next week as opposed to from my home office. I do worry about what hardware I’ll have available to me there as opposed to here at home. “The Project” we’ve been working on should be coming together here pretty soon (already released for some internal testing) with new functions/features, and many parts rewritten to run a bit smoother. I start school next Fall. I’m looking forward to my introductory programming course (JAVA) as it’s going to be a breeze, but still definitely serve as an academically positive experience as I continue to broaden my range of skills. I will as well be taking Discrete Mathematics, which I’m reasonably sure will provide a challenge.
I’ll end this with a excerpt from Il Penseroso –
Or let my lamp at midnight hour
Be seen in some high lonely tower,
Where I may oft outwatch theBear,
With thrice-great Hermes, or unsphere
The spirit of Plato to unfold
What words or what vast regions hold
The immortal mind that hath forsook
Her mansions in this fleshly nook;
And of those demons that are found
In fire, air, flood, or under ground,
Whose power hath a true consent
With planet, or with element.
…
And may at last my weary age
Find out the peaceful hermitage,
The hairy gown and mossy cell,
Where I may sit and rightly spell
Of every star that heaven doth shew,
And every herb that sips the dew,
Till old experience do attain
To something like prophetic strain.
These pleasures, Melancholy, give,
And I with thee will choose to live.
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