One always needs to be wary of the recency illusion, but I don’t remember so many recurring “get off the street or get mashed to pulp” storms with canceled carnival parades and stuff during the 1990s or early 2000s. I might have forgotten them, though. The worst storms I remember happened in 2014, right around where I live, and in 2007 on the Balearic islands, where my father used to live. Still, with all these annual storm seasons in the U.S., Europe feels comparably safe in that regard. By the way—even if there are more storms than usual, it’s not necessarily yet another global warming effect. (There are more than enough effects we can pinpoint, to be sure.) But on a personal note, as long as trees aren’t literally uprooted or roof tilers breaking in two, I have to admit I can’t resist going for a run, because wind is awesome.
Last week, I wrote a post On Writing and Time at my Voidpunk blog, how I’m in the process of making some life changes for the future. And on my primary blog between drafts, as promised, I elaborated on what made America’s Army special from the marketing perspective.
On Flickr, I published a new album with photographs from Kamakura III: Engaku-ji Lakes (10 images), and there’s a new edit on Glass from a shot I took in the Western Hills near Beijing. Plus, as usual, there are new entries with commentaries on my Instagram accounts betweendrafts and voidpunkverse.
My game recommendation this week is, unsurprisingly, another indie game. But this time it’s both a game with a considerable budget and not a new one: Giant Sparrow’s What Remains of Edith Finch. It’s a fantastic, atmospheric game with a great narrative; a sense of humor that’s quirky and often rather black, but still kind of touching; and you experience Edith’s deceased relatives through imaginative—and often surprisingly bizarre—little mini games that you can fully enjoy even if you’re not a seasoned gamer. It clocks in at about two and a half hours if you’re not me (I broke the five-hour barrier even with Dear Esther or Gone Home). Right now, it’s discounted at GOG (and entirely DRM-free) for €5.99 instead of €19.99, until tomorrow. So grab your copy of Edith Finch right away!
Finally, here’s a new riff on the “three x in a coat” joke that cracked me up, and a breathtaking photo from Earth as seen from Mars, taken by the Curiosity rover 80 minutes after sunset on Friday, January 31, 2014.
Mars, yes. Time to dust off my old Ray Bradbury paperbacks.
J.
Last week, I wrote a post On Writing and Time at my Voidpunk blog, how I’m in the process of making some life changes for the future. And on my primary blog between drafts, as promised, I elaborated on what made America’s Army special from the marketing perspective.
On Flickr, I published a new album with photographs from Kamakura III: Engaku-ji Lakes (10 images), and there’s a new edit on Glass from a shot I took in the Western Hills near Beijing. Plus, as usual, there are new entries with commentaries on my Instagram accounts betweendrafts and voidpunkverse.
My game recommendation this week is, unsurprisingly, another indie game. But this time it’s both a game with a considerable budget and not a new one: Giant Sparrow’s What Remains of Edith Finch. It’s a fantastic, atmospheric game with a great narrative; a sense of humor that’s quirky and often rather black, but still kind of touching; and you experience Edith’s deceased relatives through imaginative—and often surprisingly bizarre—little mini games that you can fully enjoy even if you’re not a seasoned gamer. It clocks in at about two and a half hours if you’re not me (I broke the five-hour barrier even with Dear Esther or Gone Home). Right now, it’s discounted at GOG (and entirely DRM-free) for €5.99 instead of €19.99, until tomorrow. So grab your copy of Edith Finch right away!
Finally, here’s a new riff on the “three x in a coat” joke that cracked me up, and a breathtaking photo from Earth as seen from Mars, taken by the Curiosity rover 80 minutes after sunset on Friday, January 31, 2014.
Mars, yes. Time to dust off my old Ray Bradbury paperbacks.
J.