Today, I woke up, played some Godfather 2, cursed GTA IV for being such a poorly-coded/ported resource hog (due to its erratic performance and weaksauce configuration options - which almost negate the fact that I had recently returned my GeForce 9800 GTX+ 512MB DDR3 Core Edition card and got a GeForce GTX 260 GTX 896MB DDR3 Core 216 Superclocked card for the same price).
I then unenthusiastically voted in the advance elections for the NDP and the STV electoral reform (which is probably not going to be passed anyway), went Downtown, taught some English, got back to Marpole, bought a case of Sleeman Original Draught and began to overclock my (already-overclocked card) using the official EVGA Precision tool, after about twelve tries settling on the following settings:
Core Clock: 715 MHz (626 MHz)
Shader Clock: 1541 MHz (1350 MHz)
Memory Clock: 1202 MHz (1053 MHz)
Fan Speed: 61% (40%)
Temperature: ~40°C Idle / ~50°C In-game
This guide (which uses GPU-Z and ATI Tool) really helped me get off the ground. I intend to keep squeezing more performance out of the card through trial and error.
Now, it is time for me to go back to benchmarks, beer and beating the meat.
If i've gotten the imagery correct, this is probably the most blasphemous poem I've written to date...
Waking
I remember mornings
swathed in black
and waking to you
traveling the sky
the light in my wake
i remember nights
spent in vigil
praying your name
as i awaited your return
three days spent in hell
I remember salvation
found in your touch
the strength to roll away
rocks blocking mouths
and speak freedom
leaving caves empty
spilling faith
I remember loving you
and leaving nothing
knowing everything
I remember dying
and living again
with your each breath
and the darkness
before your dawn
I remember fading
in your light
and gasping and grasping
to touch on faith
to live on faith
I remember waiting
for your return
for your waking
and waiting
on nothing
i just realized its not very good... and the rhythm is off... oh well.
I like it. There is a regular line count, but an irregular syllable count. Three stanzas in the front and three in the back contain the middle stanza. There is parallelism here; there are smooth transitions. Most importantly, there is a blunt finality to the whole piece (while it is not at all cliché!). Aside from a few minor typos...it's perfect.
Now - blasphemy - is it what I think it is about?