Thoughts - Statistical Death
I'm deeply uncomfortable with comparison discussions about tragedy and death. I'm uncomfortable because a person compares a tragedy in Kenya of 142 dead and implies that it is more tragic than a death of 129 in Paris. I'm uncomfortable because the discussion becomes a statistic then. Lives become numbers, names are no longer victims, but the tallies of bodies on a sheet. I'm uncomfortable because I don't want to have a discussion on the state of the world with people whom I have either no respect for, or have no interest in impressing.
The debate is cyclical in nature, and no one is listening. But those people are dead, and all anyone seems to care about are the numbers.
Not the names.
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Sunday, June 23, 2013
Events - Sunday Digital Brunch
Events - Sunday Digital Brunch
I sat down this morning with my breakfast and watched the internet spiral by for a while as I usually do. Keeping up with the unfolding disaster in Calgary, reading the news, both internet based and real world. It's a quiet morning, one roommate already gone to work, the other isn't a morning person. It's langourously sleepy, and for a while, I contemplate going back to taking a nap.
A twitter message pops up, some friends I made from Pax, gamers like me, who are scattered all over the continent.
I smirk, laugh, and then insert my own zany rebuttal. Before I can even finish my tea, the comments and messages are flying fast, dozens of messages, we're roping other people into the conversation, all over twitter! 140 characters doesn't have anything on our reconnecting. Jokes and snarks, more laughter, I'm wide awake.
It's like sunday brunch. You know, when you get together with your friends or your family over a leisurely meal on sunday morning. You have nowhere to be, and nothing to do, you just relax, and reconnect with one another. Except we're separated by literally thousands of miles. We're actually on opposite corners of the continent (somewhat).
But the internet, the speed of connection has made our worlds instantaneously hooked in.
We're just a bunch of friends having brunch (or lunch, or afternoon tea), connecting over laughs.
That's pretty awesome.
I sat down this morning with my breakfast and watched the internet spiral by for a while as I usually do. Keeping up with the unfolding disaster in Calgary, reading the news, both internet based and real world. It's a quiet morning, one roommate already gone to work, the other isn't a morning person. It's langourously sleepy, and for a while, I contemplate going back to taking a nap.
A twitter message pops up, some friends I made from Pax, gamers like me, who are scattered all over the continent.
I smirk, laugh, and then insert my own zany rebuttal. Before I can even finish my tea, the comments and messages are flying fast, dozens of messages, we're roping other people into the conversation, all over twitter! 140 characters doesn't have anything on our reconnecting. Jokes and snarks, more laughter, I'm wide awake.
It's like sunday brunch. You know, when you get together with your friends or your family over a leisurely meal on sunday morning. You have nowhere to be, and nothing to do, you just relax, and reconnect with one another. Except we're separated by literally thousands of miles. We're actually on opposite corners of the continent (somewhat).
But the internet, the speed of connection has made our worlds instantaneously hooked in.
We're just a bunch of friends having brunch (or lunch, or afternoon tea), connecting over laughs.
That's pretty awesome.
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Gaming - Feminism
Gaming - Feminism
Yesterday, my friend Elizabeth Ludwig and I had a long conversation over facebook about feminism and video games. Sort of touched off by a particular event in relation to E3, but also in a broader sense about the misconceptions we had with each others' perceptions. In the end, I pretty much talked myself into capitulating with her position, but it makes for interesting reading.
Be warned, it IS a facebook conversation, and therefore very ill-written, at least on my part.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
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