<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157592548594255911</id><updated>2011-07-28T17:04:27.798-07:00</updated><category term='links'/><title type='text'>One sheet at a time</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesheetatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157592548594255911/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesheetatatime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ragnobash</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9KCjv4ENGWc/SouxJc7TYwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aLX3Ae-erU8/S220/Its+me.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157592548594255911.post-3762791381380240015</id><published>2010-03-05T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T11:52:23.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9KCjv4ENGWc/S5FfvrOv9KI/AAAAAAAAABs/qUpxOWj8mzk/s1600-h/too+many+weapoins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 466px; height: 358px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9KCjv4ENGWc/S5FfvrOv9KI/AAAAAAAAABs/qUpxOWj8mzk/s320/too+many+weapoins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445238697130718370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157592548594255911-3762791381380240015?l=onesheetatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesheetatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/3762791381380240015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onesheetatatime.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157592548594255911/posts/default/3762791381380240015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157592548594255911/posts/default/3762791381380240015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesheetatatime.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ragnobash</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9KCjv4ENGWc/SouxJc7TYwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aLX3Ae-erU8/S220/Its+me.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9KCjv4ENGWc/S5FfvrOv9KI/AAAAAAAAABs/qUpxOWj8mzk/s72-c/too+many+weapoins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157592548594255911.post-4162961809253388125</id><published>2009-10-02T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T13:31:04.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='links'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. Two weeks in Turkey, and that thing i was waiting for still has not arrvied. Frag..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a cool &lt;a href="http://lifehacker.com/5372094/improve-your-writing-by-setting-the-right-tone"&gt;link &lt;/a&gt;instead, enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157592548594255911-4162961809253388125?l=onesheetatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesheetatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/4162961809253388125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onesheetatatime.blogspot.com/2009/10/ok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157592548594255911/posts/default/4162961809253388125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157592548594255911/posts/default/4162961809253388125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesheetatatime.blogspot.com/2009/10/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Ragnobash</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9KCjv4ENGWc/SouxJc7TYwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aLX3Ae-erU8/S220/Its+me.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157592548594255911.post-5091756316478618226</id><published>2009-09-02T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T11:10:27.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry about the lack of posts. I've been waiting for something to come in to that I can do a reivew, but it's been a little bit delaye.  how sad..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157592548594255911-5091756316478618226?l=onesheetatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesheetatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/5091756316478618226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onesheetatatime.blogspot.com/2009/09/sorry-about-lack-of-posts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157592548594255911/posts/default/5091756316478618226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157592548594255911/posts/default/5091756316478618226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesheetatatime.blogspot.com/2009/09/sorry-about-lack-of-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>Ragnobash</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9KCjv4ENGWc/SouxJc7TYwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aLX3Ae-erU8/S220/Its+me.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157592548594255911.post-199320147410096994</id><published>2009-08-22T15:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T16:01:59.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dying of the Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;The plea for keepi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KCjv4ENGWc/SpB10-PST9I/AAAAAAAAABA/p19nTVCHjxc/s1600-h/iphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KCjv4ENGWc/SpB10-PST9I/AAAAAAAAABA/p19nTVCHjxc/s320/iphone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372923908373762002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;ng paper journals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computers. They are the very thing that makes our world roll, swoop, and at times, crash. Our dependence on these marching wonders of silicon is every increasing. Have you ever stop to think about how the cell phone in your hand is often times more powerful and carries more storage capacity than many of the home computers made until about the early 1990's? Just  marvel how you can now have thousands of books at a press of the button, and carry them on something that a quarter would dwarf. Have you  ever access to the Internet and all of it's contents in the palm or your hand with out a single wire in sight??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a fun little walk down memory lane, who remembers 5 1/4 floppies, hard drive who's capacity was measured in megabytes, BBS boards you would have to know the phone number access, or modems that where running around on 15.5 bauds. An amazing time. I have a diary that I kept on 5 1/4 drive, I'm sure that my grand kids will one day read through it and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wait a fucking minute. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one today uses a floppy drive, so why would kids in two generations even know what one looks like? Let alone know that what's it for. We're screwd. No problem you say, just store it on a CD. Sure, that will be good. Until"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; "next format comes out, then what? Flash drives?? &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="US B's,US-B's,Sub's,Sb's,Sib's"&gt;USB's&lt;/span&gt; format is changing as we speak. And, let's not even start taking about operating systems or file formats.  All that we are using today will be outdated in 10 years time.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9KCjv4ENGWc/SpByEnSkX6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/uZcr0THYiBQ/s1600-h/floppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9KCjv4ENGWc/SpByEnSkX6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/uZcr0THYiBQ/s320/floppy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372919779044908962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't believe me? Go rent a movie called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hackers-Jonny-Lee-Miller/dp/6305047456/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1250980444&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Hacker's,Hackers,Hawker's,Hake's,Hawkers"&gt;HACKER's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/a&gt; It has &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001401/"&gt;Angelina Jolie&lt;/a&gt; topless in it. Got your attention?  What I want you to look at are the computers they are using, and the way they gathering information. Now, think about this:  the movie came out &lt;b&gt;15&lt;/b&gt; years ago. Holy shit. I don't' even want to know what I'll think of this Macbook in another 15 years. Paper weight anyone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are at a time in history where our storage of events is so very volatile it often keeps me up at night. Information can be lost so easily, it's scary. As we as a species have progressed through time, our recording of events has become more and more fragile. I mean, in some  flung future, if  an archaeologist found a  hard drive, what would be the odds that any data would still be on it?? Hell, let alone 40 years from know.In today's world, there really is only one format that will still be usable, instantly recognizable, and will still wear the passage of time: a well made book. This is part of the reason I work so hard at keeping a journal, both in my everyday life and and when I'm traveling. I make sure that the paper is acid neutral ( well, most of the time), and the same with the ink that I use. I want what I write to stand up to the wear of life and father time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something, Magical about handling a book. When you read some-one's words, their thoughts, there is a connection in the very act of you holding that book, flipping through the pages. You become, the more you think about it, aware of the writer also handling t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jerseygiftcompany.co.uk/products/18/timu-leather-journal.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9KCjv4ENGWc/SpBz8dn6j3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PwegCuCrzvg/s320/Leather+Journal" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372921838034390898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hose very same pages, witting their thoughts so that they would stretch across the ravages of time. For me, it almost feels that the very effort of writing down those thoughts brings purpose to those pages, and somehow they are now more than the sum of their parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image if you would, finding a journal of one or your great-grand parents coming to America, or crossing the great planes in the a covered wagon. Reading what they saw, thought and hoped. It almost allows you to bridge that gap in history and for a moment, be there. Not to mention clearing up any family myths. *&lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Lil,Lola,loll,LL,ll"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're losing so much to computers: content is being generated in an exponential way never seen before in history. And being lost. The world could come crashing down with but a single power surge. Do your decadents a favor; leave your view of life tucked away in paper. The book doesn't have to be written in every day. And don't' worry about it being petty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For wonderful blank journals, stop by  &lt;a href="http://renaissance-art.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.moleskine.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. The important thing is just to  start, and write what's on your mind, and give those thoughts a solid perch to stand up to the chaos of life. The peace of mind is amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS  yes, it's ironic that I write this on a blog. Sue me ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157592548594255911-199320147410096994?l=onesheetatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesheetatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/199320147410096994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onesheetatatime.blogspot.com/2009/08/dying-of-light.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157592548594255911/posts/default/199320147410096994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157592548594255911/posts/default/199320147410096994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesheetatatime.blogspot.com/2009/08/dying-of-light.html' title='The Dying of the Light'/><author><name>Ragnobash</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9KCjv4ENGWc/SouxJc7TYwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aLX3Ae-erU8/S220/Its+me.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KCjv4ENGWc/SpB10-PST9I/AAAAAAAAABA/p19nTVCHjxc/s72-c/iphone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157592548594255911.post-740259191211495114</id><published>2009-08-16T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T13:48:21.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The start of it all</title><content type='html'>For as long as I can recall, paper and pen have never been far from my hands. It's a rare day that I will venture out into the world with out some sort of variation of sweet dried wood pulp and thought capturing ink.  If fact, if I really think about it, it almost frightens me not to have these wonderful tools at hand. *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you could imagined, it's quite a joke amount my friends and relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to give you an example. On a typical outing, lets say to go and hang out with friends, I'll have stuffed in my "flavor of the moment bag" (more on THAT obsession later)  no less that 1 binder, 2 different notebooks, a barrage of pens and pencils, and a &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="halter,Hewlett,shelter,Heller,heater"&gt;helter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="skeeter,smelter,svelter,swelter,Skyler"&gt;skelter&lt;/span&gt; selection  of loose leaf sheets of paper that are deemed so important at that time that I need to have them at hand. That's just for a few hours, and that doesn't' include all the other books and bobbles I carry. Hard to believe I love computers so much with to many dead trees living in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compound that with years of bookbinding, role playing games, journal writing, a deep love of calligraphy, and my attempts to be able to sketch something other than a few wavy lines, and you have a man who stands on his pile of papers obsessed with the written word. I could go into details of the hundreds of pound of paper scatted in my life that exist just as half used note books alone, but I don't wish to scare ye yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, all of that, and the question is "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY&lt;/span&gt;??". What would transform an otherwise unremarkable man into a slobbering, &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="COD,CD,OD,OCT,UCD"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt; induced  paper whore??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with Saturday morning Cartoons oddly enough. You may remember the epic adventures and misadventures of one Wiley E. Coyote, super genius, and his attempts to eat a meal of one fast ass bird. He would use the all might  grail of catalogs, ACME , to furnish his creations of self torture. I would only watch Loony &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="tons,towns,tins,ton's,tones"&gt;toons&lt;/span&gt; just catch those clips staring Wiley. Hell, I loved the character so much that I even had several Little Big books that had stories about Mr Coyote attempting to get the roadrunner and his, mysteriously appearing, family. Due to this love, I wanted to keep track of all of those wonderful ideas and their failures. All so that I could write/tell  spell binding stories about Willey having a meal that he didn't' have to stuck through a straw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, being of humble life style, and more importantly,  living out in the woods, I started to make Acme catalogs with my mother's business letter head. She wasn't overly pleased, but you got to work with what you have, right? I still have one of these booklets-- All staples and THICK layers of scotch tape. And, since I was at an age that I had yet learned the skills to write well, yet another theme in my life, a wide range of  drawings with scribbles that look like scribbles adorned the the pages of this labor of love. I remember sitting there with my booklet, trying to draw what was being showed on the TV screen so that a record would be in the codex for reference.  So deep was this desire that  I kept the book on me always, just in case I was somewhere and I saw and episode that I had not seen before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that little idea &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;left&lt;/span&gt; me with one hell of a scar, didn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that humble start, a a joy of writing flourished. I think it would really surprise my friends how much I love to write, and how devoted I was to  this art  so many moons ago. Flowing from that into my teen years, and we introduce role playing games. Now, these are not the wonderful graphic intensive, vertigo head spinning, carpal tunnel inducing games of today. This was classic dungeons and dragons with all the books, dice, character sheets, etc, as seen lovingly in the very start of the movie ET.   Because of my love of writing, it  was not uncommon for me to write at least three pages of hand written text about each one of my characters and their backgrounds. Which, of course, &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="meant,men,met,Mont,mend"&gt;ment&lt;/span&gt; that the character sheets had to be on me at all times in case I "suddenly" had to use one.  Factor in that I was also game master for many games, and I would find myself with several binders that where chalked full of binder paper with just notes for my games. I guess it would be no surprise to anyone to know that the amount of  paper that I would lug to a game, let alone school, was in the 50-60 lb range.This, by the way, includes all the books I would carry with me; we go back to that obsession with having all my information at hand. Oddly enough, I don't' recall lugging around my school books very often. I think I wisely left those at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point, maybe due to my back pain or the difficulty of using &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="ROG,PG,RP,REG,RAG"&gt;RPG&lt;/span&gt; books in class without the teacher noticing, I started to write down important information for the games that I played on index cards. Kind of like a cliff notes for the systems, but easier to carry than the books themselves.  I would spend hours laboriously writing down all of prudent need to know information onto both sides of the card.  I could &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="ea sly,ea-sly,easily,easel,ASL"&gt;easly&lt;/span&gt; go through 200-300 cards in month by doing that.  But what killed me, was when a game system  would be revised or a new edition would roll out. Ah, the joy of re-writing ALL  of that information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That changed when my family  got our new computers ( it was a 386&lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="SC,XS,SAX,SEX,SIX"&gt;SX&lt;/span&gt; with 1/2 a megabyte of ram and running at a blistering 16mega hertz(you read that right)), I  thus started down the path of putting all of that information into the computer. It was much easier and faster, and mistakes didn't' cause to me smell that god awful flavor of  White out. But, even here, i had a new problem to over come.  Since laptops of the day where huge,and expensive, all that information I put into the computer  could only be access in one way ; it had to printed out for my usage. Since binders just didn't' feel right for me, I stared to learn how to book bind proper like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's fast forward into adulthood, and you add in the need of keeping track of appointments, phone numbers, what day of the week it is, what hours I need to be at work, technical document, notes from meetings, ideas for other ideas,  important gaming stuff,  plus everything that I've carried with me for years, and you have a man who is constantly trying to find his holy grail of paper usage and idea keeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SO,&lt;/span&gt; the point of this blog, is to write about this obsession. The tools, the thoughts, the things that I use to carry it all, and the experiments to try and make sense of the chaos. Blend that in with the creative side of my life, and I promise you a fun journey. 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