On Wednesday (October 1), we will begin discussing our next project: creating a work of interactive fiction with the Inform 7 authoring software. We will go through the Inform 7 interface, basic I7 coding, and view some basic works of interactive fiction.
Inform 7 is freeware and is available for Windows, Mac, and Unix platforms. Find the time to download and install the software on your home computer and/or laptop this coming weekend. Bring your laptop (if you have one) to class on Monday, October 6 ready to work. Those without their own laptops can work on the MacBooks.
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Not sure where to put this. Feel free to delete, post elsewhere, and/or
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p.o.a.m 83 - before the current
for Steve Ersinghaus, John Timmons, Jon Winsor, & other friends with whom I’ve talked about this. . .
Before the current flurry we call home
inside the nest of interests, our Internet,
there was a forest of vibrations
joining persons to their many past
& future ancestors, & to contemporaneous
dynasties and debris. Before the formal
imprimatur that hypes text as
hyper, there was no-frills hypertext
with no less magic, dew point
no lower, no fewer fevers
of imagination spilled into
our common arena. Shake
yourself, and another quakes;
drink and another is drunk,
& hit the table in one country
to table the hit on the enemy
in another. Of course, for most
of us, it was much less dramatic—
unless we were so trained,
we didn’t take the maintenance
of our lives as prayer or spell.
We still don’t do that now,
I guess, & the power
more explicit thrills us less.
Still, if you remember
the allure in the intelligent
angle of that glance last Friday,
or the tear in the eye of your
tough friend ten years ago
& the somehow spontaneous
generation of one in your own
just now as you think of it,
or the precise joys & melody
& melting point of melancholy
in the infinitesimal time slice
of a scent splashing your nostrils,
you’ll see what I’m getting at.
I’m getting to a place
in our jointly waking dream
that doesn’t need a home page
& yet isn’t hindered by any such
redundancy. Before this current
there was a moment, just as fleeting,
sullied & forgettable, but just as holy,
too—equally longing for a taste with you.
Well…that’s what I get…the 15 tercets got blended into one giant & unwieldy one when I loaded the comment… If anyone wants to see the original poem, visit .
My regrets on the amporphousness…