The reward of taking any game seriously is to be connected, as if by underground wires, to humans all over the world. To have access to a private language, to enjoy another way of bonding with your friends and family. Play is just as important to adults as it is to children. Like everything else in life, it just becomes trickier as you get older.
What did you stand to gain by pointing out huffily that you, individually, were not racist? Did you want a medal for basic human decency, perhaps? A ticker-tape parade with a float staffed by non-white people showering you in confetti and holding up a big sign saying “This White Person is Not Like the Others”?
If you wanted to create a race based analogy that is an equivelant to actual trans people’s lived experiences, let’s take an example of a woman who is a light skinned Latina who’s parents raise her more or less as white. There might be signs growing up that this racial assignement doesn’t fit perfectly, but for the most part they are ignored until her teenage years or young adulthood, maybe after... she goes off to college. She realize that she’s actually Latina and her whole racial identity is thrown into question. She starts going to Latin@ events and hanging out with other Latin@s, but doesn’t know Spanish or a hundred other little cultural things that everyone else around her is expected to know. It’s awkward, maybe she isolates for a while, she picks up on some cultural norms, occassionally making mistakes, but after a few years reaches a point of feeling comfortable interacting in this community.
Franz Kafka said, “Don’t bend, don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.” Putting acorns on a cake isn’t logical. Neither is mixing lemonade and heavy cream. Sandra Lee has followed her obsession with craft stores and cake mixes all the way to writing twenty-six best-selling... cookbooks and becoming the “First Lady of New York.” The fact that the concept she first built her empire on is so strange and silly makes this more—not less—impressive. Watching an episode of Semi-Homemade is seeing someone living out their dream in full force, with all of their eccentricities intact. That’s a rare and joyful thing to encounter. I mean that sincerely.
But I often saw budget numbers like $200 million in the press. I think, logically, $200 million is probably not enough anymore for a full-size studio to work on a cutting-edge triple-A game for five years. I saw that BioShock Infinite sold around 4 million units as of mid-2013. I think that's about the same sales figures as original BioShock did several years prior against a much smaller console... install base. I think probably investors wouldn't think that was good enough. This is just a hypothesis. Take it with a grain of BioShock Infinite Salt, please.
going by Miyamoto’s quote above, the Year of Luigi will end with the green hero — suffering from advanced Irumodic Syndrome — somehow jumping between three time periods, struggling to solve the mystery of a spatial anomaly that threatens to engulf the Alpha Quadrant and destroy the Human race in the process. It’s an epic send-off that will bring together all your favorite crew members, old enemies, and someone we all thought was gone forever.
I might be the only woman in America over 40 who makes a concerted effort to “age” herself in professional spaces. I’ve learned that my youthfulness works against me. I start by talking about how long I’ve been teaching. I talk about my areas of specialization. I “share” the book projects I’m working on. I make it a point to say when I’m presenting papers at conferences. I don’t assign my essays,... but I let students know they exist. I perform being a scholar because all too often I am not automatically afforded the respect that comes with being a professor. In the public imagination, the one that produces college students who combine gross consumerism with a narrow view of black women, I am the most unlikely of things—not a mammy or a nanny, the secretary, or a member of the custodial staff, but their professor.
Banksy’s political work jacked in to the network zeitgeist somewhere along the line, offering scathing Occupy and Anonymous style sneers devoid of ideology or demands; armchair protests where everyone can go home to their middle class parents or snitch on their hacker comrades when the FBI comes knocking at the door — an urban rebellion that rejected the risk-taking criminality and unashamed blue... collar bravado of NYC’s early writers in favour of irony, detached commentary, and aloof subtlety. It’s a gentrification of graffiti into street art in many ways
If you can name one startup that is "fixated on creating abundance" in any meaningful sense of any of those words, you'll have come up with one more than I could. Startups of today are fixated on creating convenience, indulging impulsiveness, and constructing new amusements—but abundance? Abundance of what exactly? Wheat fields? Cars with pink mustaches on them? Apps? A generation of 20-something... Stanford kids making toys for each other isn't the sort of abundance that would justify Friedman's headline—"Start-Up America: Our Best Hope." And if the place that let Clinkle happen is really America's best hope, then, well, fuck.
What we need is not just less work — though we do need that — but a rethinking of the substantive content of work beyond the abstraction of wage labor. That will mean both surfacing invisible unpaid labor and devaluing certain kinds of destructive waged work. But merely saying that we should improve the quality of existing work and reduce its duration doesn’t allow us to raise the question of... whether the work needs to exist at all. To use Albert Hirschman’s terms, giving workers voice within the institution of wage labor can never fundamentally call the premises of that institution into question. For that, you need the real right of Exit, not just from particular jobs but from the labor market as a whole.
I ask if I can interview Paula. The publicist politely denies my request, though she does drop the same prepared off-the-cuff line about Paula's relationship to her fans into conversation with the three of us so many times I can only assume she wants it to appear in each of our write-ups as "a source close to Deen revealed…" Here it is as a word jumble: fans fans love loves people Paula her some having.
in Amano’s art she’s got this nifty gold and white number that still reads “Deadliest Yoga Instructor,” but frankly, that would be an amazing job description so I’m for it.
Or, you know, maybe I've been totally fooled and everything is a hoax and Nguyen is laughing on his platinum throne made of skulls cast from melted-down bitcoins. I guess that's easier to believe than the possibility that you were complicit in trying to destroy a person?
This “Jackie Robinson: model minority” nonsense needs to be unpacked. First of all, that was 1947. Times have changed. Second, Jackie Robinson, a husband and a father, would have risked organized violence, as in lynch mobs, if he had pursed a physical response against fans. Third, Jackie Robinson was a 26-year-old Army veteran and a college graduate from UCLA. He also carried the hopes and dreams... of masses of people with every at-bat. To ask a 19-year-old Marcus Smart to act in accordance with Jackie Robinson is a ridiculous weight to ask Mr. Smart to carry. And lastly Jackie Robinson, if you read his searing memoir, I Never Had It Made, had real regrets about not going into the stands and pummeling racists with what he called “my despised black fists”. Jackie Robinson died way too young at age 53. He and his family always believed that his early death was connected to the stress that he had to carry precisely because he kept it all bottled in on direct orders from the Brooklyn Dodgers organization and on society’s orders, shaped by the pre-civil rights times in which he played.
These are Piet Mondrian's constraints, and he was so successful at it that these constraints kind of became the national constraints of the Netherlands.