I'm one of the new contributors on this blog. Hopefully this means that the blog will be updated at a faster rate than before. We all know that glaciers move slowly ;)
I've been reading through China Mieville's Perdido Street Station after previously putting the book down and it's an interesting story. The author has a great way of making every single thing he writes about feel dirty, used, and wretched. I haven't finished the book yet but what I have read is now pretty engaging. Multiple story threads are starting to intermingle and no pleasant outcome seems likely. It's only fitting that this book ends on a down note.
As I'm sure many of you are also doing this week I have been playing a lot of Destiny . I'm enjoying the game and that's the problem: I can already see the beginning of the end when it comes to my enjoyment of this game and it's complicating my current enjoyment. That said, I'm still loving the gameplay. I enjoy the feel of the arsenal. I enjoy the Halo-style encounters that I'm placed in and the close calls that I only barely survived due to some split second decisions. However, unlike the Halo games the gameplay parameters do not feel perfectly crafted and tuned. A layer of randomization has been added over everything: the number of hits needed to take down an enemy is no longer a product of impeccable balance but is now the byproduct of hundreds of dice rolls. When was the last time the game gave me a suitable upgrade for my gear? What are the stats on my primary weapon? What is the level difference between the en...
I wasn't sure exactly how I should handle this. Questlove of the Roots eloquently expressed himself when he said that the verdict showed how little he was worth: http://nymag.com/daily/intelligencer/2013/07/questlove-trayvon-martin-and-i-aint-shit.html What do I say? Not sure.. I know that the weight of the present is on top of our shoulders, pressing down. This is a weight that is felt by some but not all. It is an invisible and, at times, you get used to it and forget that it is even there. However, there is always an incident to snap you back into reality. You stand less tall than others as a result of the burden weighing you down. You are less. The weight of the past? That doesn't exist anymore.. now does it? That's what I'm told, at least. The past and the present.. Oh, how they intertwine..
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