Nuremberg-ish. |
Friday, 30 September 2016
On villains
Thursday, 29 September 2016
Wednesday, 28 September 2016
Tuesday, 27 September 2016
The myth of the virtuous gamer
One of the bigger game forums has rules about hate groups. If you're a nazi or neo-nazi, you advocate for nazi or neo-nazi causes, or you play devil's advocate, you're banned forever. It's obvious, sensible. I approve of that.
Monday, 26 September 2016
Sunday, 25 September 2016
41
41 is a prime number, a twin prime with 43.
The last symphony of the forty that Mozart wrote is number 41.
That seems right.
The last symphony of the forty that Mozart wrote is number 41.
That seems right.
Saturday, 24 September 2016
Inner Worlds, appendix: "Nothing about this hobby is OK"
I can say this is not OK because I developed it and so it's my fault. |
Be sure to let me know if you find a way to pursue this path of analysis without reaching the conclusion "nothing about this hobby is OK."
Friday, 23 September 2016
Freethinker
Thursday, 22 September 2016
For Frank #3
More album reviews, continued from yesterday. Another old album by an established artist, and some new things.
I went back and embedded some songs in yesterday's entry, by the way, because that's helpful.
I went back and embedded some songs in yesterday's entry, by the way, because that's helpful.
Wednesday, 21 September 2016
For Frank #2
Tuesday, 20 September 2016
Inner Worlds #5: Just Sex
Monsterhearts. |
So yeah. The heart is a dangerous thing. Being in love is powerful; it remakes you, transforms you, for good and ill. I mean, I could talk about how it changes your chemistry, how having loved and lost brings irreversible changes to a person. It defines us. It is where we come from.
Monday, 19 September 2016
Sunday, 18 September 2016
The advice of a responsible parent to their child on issues of conflict resolution
(Sometimes we get the opportunity to share with our children our beliefs on peacemaking and diplomacy. We sometimes rise to those opportunities, magnificently. Aaaaand sometimes... sometimes we don't.)
Saturday, 17 September 2016
In Music #2: Musical Russian Roulette
When I wrote this, in 2012, I had been Artist in Residence at Swansea University for about a month, and I was in the middle of preparing to stage and perform my first performance show. 2012 was my annus mirabilis, and was all the better because I had recognised it as such while it was happening, and was able to enjoy it while it happened.
As I wrote a couple of weeks ago, I had spent a year not listening to music, and when I reconnected with music, thanks to an mp3 player that my friend Emily had given me, I found that something had changed. I'd decided to shove the whole contents of my mp3 library onto it, and put it onto shuffle for a month, just to see what came out, what moved me. This is the account of one day in October 2012, during my rediscovery of music.
As I wrote a couple of weeks ago, I had spent a year not listening to music, and when I reconnected with music, thanks to an mp3 player that my friend Emily had given me, I found that something had changed. I'd decided to shove the whole contents of my mp3 library onto it, and put it onto shuffle for a month, just to see what came out, what moved me. This is the account of one day in October 2012, during my rediscovery of music.
Friday, 16 September 2016
In Music #1: Miss Angie
I just pulled them out, and thought, "I wonder if I still have the stickers," and I do! This was quite exciting. |
Wednesday, 14 September 2016
Aeneid IV, lines 1-23: "Agnosco veteris vestigia flammae"
A blessing of dismissal.
Go without knowing the destination or the direction;
Go without water or food or the net to catch you, should you fall;
Go blind but seeing only the hope that you will find;
Go and have the faith to carry the ones who love you,
Go without a thought of onward,
Go.
Go without water or food or the net to catch you, should you fall;
Go blind but seeing only the hope that you will find;
Go and have the faith to carry the ones who love you,
Go without a thought of onward,
Go.
Monday, 12 September 2016
Inner Worlds #4: In My Power
Mia Sara in Legend, when she gets turned evil (but only for a bit). |
Sunday, 11 September 2016
Colin Firth Was In Love With You
Last night, you were the heroine in an historical romance,
And Colin Firth was in love with you
Only he was dying, and he was too uptight
To declare his passion until it was time
For him to be carried to his deathbed.
You told me afterwards, though,
As we walked from a fairground to a locker room
Where we were going to put our things
(We were younger, student age I think)
That you had fallen in love with a girl,
And you would not tell me her name.
It was clear to me that your lover had made you unhappy.
I for my part did very little, only waited impatiently
For you to choose a locker in which to put your things
So that I might put my things in the locker next to yours.
And Colin Firth was in love with you
Only he was dying, and he was too uptight
To declare his passion until it was time
For him to be carried to his deathbed.
You told me afterwards, though,
As we walked from a fairground to a locker room
Where we were going to put our things
(We were younger, student age I think)
That you had fallen in love with a girl,
And you would not tell me her name.
It was clear to me that your lover had made you unhappy.
I for my part did very little, only waited impatiently
For you to choose a locker in which to put your things
So that I might put my things in the locker next to yours.
Friday, 9 September 2016
Inner Worlds #3: Mind and Body
sian: now 20% less empathic. |
Thursday, 8 September 2016
Inner Worlds #2: Rights and Wrongs
Wednesday, 7 September 2016
Inner Worlds #1: Connections and Consequences
"Haven't you got a mid-life crisis to be getting on with?"
Monday, 5 September 2016
Sunday, 4 September 2016
Driftwood Cross
Hanging here in ugliness, battered artless asymmetry
Washed up, ruined, stained and wreathed in frayed forgotten
ropes,
Salvaged, lifted, turned from side to side, examined,
Lashed together loosely, holding fast, an invitation.
Come: rest among these anything-but-casual components,
Come rest among these common things,
The recognition of suffering, the joining of discarded
parts,
Battered in the waters, given stillness.
Made whole in rebirth in this narrative of life,
Forgotten, discarded and abandoned to destruction;
Remade, rebuilt, regiven life, regiven beauty.
Rest.
Friday, 2 September 2016
Moyra, Trader of Qeraf
Backers of Chariot will be glad to know that Cosmic Memory is finally on its way. This is one of my favourites from Malcolm's collection of supporting characters. It has a delicacy, a poetry to it. It felt right.
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