Quid Novi? | 2018: Year in Review


Vanakkam. 

Namaste. 

Namaskar. 

And in Soruggon, 

Ikhtighar Furiit. 

Greetings, humans! It’s been long, long while since I’ve done a decent end-of-year piece on this site, so now that this blog has been around for some 10 years and two days, here it is. It’s been a busy year, with a lot going on. It’s the start in many ways of a new era. I’ve had to let go of things, and embraced both new insights and learned some amazing things along the way. I’ve met new people and parted ways with others. Best of all, my mental health over the past year has vastly improved as I’ve freed myself of what doesn’t work and kept at what does. This is the last post on this blog for 2018. I wish a happy and prosperous New Year for you and yours!

Blogs and Other Social Media: 

I’ve left Twitter, with both of the @Troythulu and @Mister_Eccles accounts deleted. I’ll not be returning in the foreseeable future.

I’ve deleted all but four of my blogs, leaving only two WordPress sites, my Blogger site, and my Tumblr site remaining. 

I’ve deleted two old and moribund FB pages: Mr Riccles and The Collect Call of Troythulu, the former for my cats, the latter for my blogs. 

Later in the year, I restored older blog pages on this site.  

Earlier in April, I began the first major cleanup of posts on my blogs in nine years, deleting low-impact posts and unused tags, setting up others as drafts for rewriting, updating, and reposting for better traction. 

Lifelong learning and Study: 

I’ve finished and reviewed remedial lessons in both of Algebras I & II 

I’ve completed part 1, Units 1-13 of Complete Bengali, began intermediate – level study in Part 2, units 14-26 with some interruptions. Not as much progress as I’d have liked, but no biggie. 

After a hiatus and reorganizing of my study schedule, I’ve resumed learning of Tamil and Hindi, and vastly expanded my subscription to podcasts in both of those languages and in Bengali.  

I began course in graphic design fundamentals. This will prove most useful. 

Home Affairs: 

Got a standing desk attachment for my workspace. 

Assisted with home renovations at my family’s place in the 2nd half of 2018,  

Writing and Publishing Goals Met: 

Self-published my fourth book, The Giant who Fell from the Dark beyond the Sky: And Other Collected Works.  

Throughout the year, made regular contributions to Miss Sharmishtha Basu’s PDF eZine, Agnishatdal (the lotus of fire). 

Started my own email PDF newsletter, The Pikatron Monthly, in June. If you’re interested in subscribing, email me at troythulu@gmail.com and I’ll add you to the list.

Began research on Tamil slang, history, and culture for an upcoming book to be self-published sometime in late 2019, early 2020. 

Quid Novi? | Year’s End Quasi-Blogcation


It’s that time, time for a hiatus on scheduling posts until I’m back online on the 28th of this December, which would mark the tenth anniversary of this blog. So, posts going live from here until then will all be pre-scheduled. 

I’ll continue to be active on blog maintenance and in responding to activity here from visitors to the site in the meantime.  

I’ve lately seen a need to address my use of social media, including this blog, how I go about doing that. It would be nice to get more traffic on the site, but that’s a poor motivator, as I’ve health, physical as well as mental, to consider. Self-care takes precedence over page views.

The next few weeks and months will be busy as my family and our cats prepare to move out of the house in at least another year’s time. No details just yet until renovations are done and we get ready to sell the condo to move to a temporary place before our final residence out of state. 

I’ll miss Virginia, where I’ve lived since 1974 at the age of ten, in short, most of my life. And I’ll miss the physical company of the IRL friends I leave behind, but I’ll continue to stay in online contact with all of you. 

So, December 28 will see renewed post scheduling for the end of 2018, and for early 2019. I’ll be back, and I hope year’s end and the New Year see all of you in good health and high spirits, or at least better and higher ones given the terrifying shit-show of world news during the last three years. 

Here’s to better times. 

I’ll see you then! 

Tf. Tk. Tts.

MetaCognitions | Staycation’s End: 2018


Ikktighar furiit – Greetings. It’s been a while. For the almost the whole of this month, and ending yesterday, I’ve been on staycation at home with the cats, while family is out of town for a break from Norfolk life. And each time, since there’s none but myself here to do housework and feed the cats, it’s consistently the nearest thing to solitude I’ve ever experienced. Much of that solitude is spent on writing, study, and practice of exercises from workbooks when not doing housework. So that being said, even with my time management skills, there’s precious little time to blog. I’m currently working on my next book, a nonfiction work to be published in e-format when complete and ready, and I’ll keep you up to date as I go. But with family back, maybe a little more of that time can be used to update this blog. I’d like that. I can’t promise regular posting, but I will post when I have something ready, and that’s well within my ability to fulfill.

Thanks to all of you who visit and follow this blog. You’re all brilliant, absolutely brilliant in your ways. And that’s no mere platitude: every one of you, without a doubt, knows something I don’t. And you’ve been so patient with my constant experimentation with different scheduling methods over the years, many ultimately unsustainable with my health needs and study requirements to consider. It’s time for Troythulu to roll up his eldritch tentacled sleeves and get to work, both online and off.

Tf. Tk. Tts.

Dispatches from the Island of Doctor Incompeto: New Year’s Resolutions for 2018


It’s not easy being a mad scientist, especially since it was my great-great grandfather who used up most of the family’s madness and ability at science, but here I, Doctor Incompeto, am on the eve of a new year, and still not in the good graces of the International Order of Mad Scientists! The previous year was a difficult one here, with such drastic cutbacks on scientific research, even mad scientific research, so here are my resolutions in a nutshell:

  • I resolve to get the lab organized and my Eldritch Minions from Beyond Space-Time™ better trained to handle their new duties.
  • I resolve to up my science game by taking the most next step in remedial math courses now that I’ve the previous under my belt. There’s nothing more embarrassing than being beaten at games of higher math and non-classical symbolic logic by the monsters in my subbasement.
  • I resolve to make repairs to my secret volcano lair and stock up on supplies to rebuild my World Destruction Machine™ (Patent Pending) that next time won’t turn the Sahara into a rainforest on first activation! I’ll never live that down after that first attempt! Grrr!
  • I resolve to complete the intermediate stages of learning of the Big Three languages of India: Hindi, Bengali, and Tamil. It helps hugely in negotiating cargo shipments to the island, especially parts for lab equipment, and in interviewing and hiring local professionals.
  • I resolve to further cement exercise and health-related habits, as I get out of the lab more to keep in shape at my age.
  • I resolve to destroy my nemesis, Captain Oblivious, with a new and cunningly diabolical plan that simply cannot fail! MuaHaHaHaHaHa! *Ahem*
  • I resolve to work on my people skills, as it’s better for mad science communication to the public, and getting along with colleagues, and while I may be a doc, there’s little point in being a d**k!
  • I resolve to improve my writing and publish lest I perish, at least two more books by year’s end. After all, what else is one to do with a doctorate in rubber science?

Finally:

  • I resolve to repair the dimensional portal I’ve built into the caldera of my volcano lair. It just doesn’t work quite as it should after Captain Oblivious stuffed it with exotic matter, keeping it propped open and constantly shifting to the wrong regions of space-time . . .

Sigh . . . .