tablesaw: The pixelated dog from Duck Hunt, emerging from a real field of tall green grass beneath a clear blue sky. (Duck Hunt)
I follow Live Granades because, although I don't go to the IFMud much anymore, I spent a lot of time there, and really liked Stephen, and even spent some time on vacation with him and Misty. Mostly, I like looking at the pictures of their kids and Misty's craftwork.

But this is a seriously great post:
So to recap: a game intended to be religious was changed by its first disciple so that access to the religion involved either money or being famous. Possible responses include subverting it within or declaring a reformation and forking the project. Sound familiar?
Seriously go read it.

Stephen says later:
You want to know why I care about games? This is why. Chain World has spawned arguments about the greater meaning of games and how they reflect the wider world. Leave aside arguments about whether games are art or not. Games like Chain World have something to say about our lives.
Of the people I read talking about videogames, I really do think that Auntie Pixelante is the most insightful and radical. At a time when the "industry" is obsessed with making sure that videogames are "mature" while remaining juvenile, Anna Anthropy steps up to show what you can do when you're really at peace with the role of sex (even supposedly deviant sex) in a functioning human's life. Recently, Craft and Punishment closely examined the relationship between game maker and game player and the BDSM participants. And
Beyond Indie, presented at this year's Game Developers Conference proclaims:
the promise of tools like game maker—that let anyone make a game with no professional or programming experience—and the cheap broadband internet that allows them to distribute their games without a publisher is GAMES MADE BY EVERYONE FOR EVERYONE, not games by the same small handful of nerds for the same nerds to play.
Geek Feminism points out that the father of the first true videogame console, one that used a microprocessor specifically to play games, was Jerry Lawson, a black engineer. I knew about the Fairchild Channel F from my Encyclopedia of Game Machines, but while the importance of the machine is mentioned, Lawson isn't. (The space is saved for the head of Fairchild, Gordon Moore.)

Just a few cool things in videogames recently.

Mardi Gras

Mar. 8th, 2011 12:33 pm
tablesaw: Burton Guster says 'Beer' in a seriously manly fashion, man. Because it's a man thing. Beer. (Beer)
I've been eating too much sugar recently, so I think it's a good time for a return to no-high-fructose-corn-syrup Lent. Today, for Mardi Gras, I will have the last rum and cokes I will have for a while.

I will have to learn how to perfect that daquiri.
tablesaw: One machete is raised, a host more rise to meet it. (From the "Machete" trailer in "Grindhouse".) (Brown Power)
That sounds like a very nice title, but this is not a nice post.

Yeah, it's about Elizabeth Moon, who said unbelievable wrong and harmful things about immigration, assimilatin, and most especially Islam. There once were hundreds of comments carefully picking out the threads of ignorance from the post and exposing them for what they were, but they're all gone now.
The point here is that in order to accept large numbers of immigrants, and maintain any social cohesion, acceptance by the receiving population is not the only requirement: immigrants must be willing and able to change, to merge with the receiving population.
If you want to look at the power imbalance in the way "assimilation" is framed in America, it's right there. The two cultures involved aren't given equal or reciprocal duties. It's the minority's duty to change, and it's the majority's duty to accept the changes of the minority. In practice, it translates to:
If you change, then we will accept you.

If you don't change (or don't change enough), then we no longer have to accept you.
Because for Moon (and so many others) "social cohesion" is the safety of continuity afforded by cultural dominance. If you want evidence of this, well you can look to the plethora of personal responses that have sprung up in response to Moon's ignorance. [personal profile] deepad has links and comments, [personal profile] karnythia also has links. Highly recommended is [livejournal.com profile] shweta_narayan's "Dissimilation"
tablesaw: A black woman and a white man hold each other on a park bench. Text reads "2004-2010." (Ojouchan)
Happy Eid to everyone celebrating today (or yesterday, in some places, and possibly tomorrow in a few others). [community profile] eid_ka_chand is up and running again, and this year there's a wide variety of stuff, including vids, meta, art, wallpapers, etc.
tablesaw: Weremerican! (Weremerican)
It's Easter, but I was at work, because the firm doesn't give official holidays on Sundays, when only a handful of staff are required to work.

So I was on the 16th floor of a high-rise in downtown LA when a 7.2 earthquake hit northern Mexico. It was pretty minor in LA, but it was my first tremor in the high rise, and we were swaying enough that we temporarily evacuated.

But getting home, I'm still shocked (though I suppose I shouldn't be), that two hours later, all of the English-language news sources on Google News are still reporting the story as: "No damage to Los Angeles or San Diego." Spanish-language sources are a bit better, but far fewer (and I have a harder time finding and maneuvering them). The difference in interest and information on either side of the border is as tall, sharp, and treacherous as the Cliffs of insanity.

If anyone has links to information around Mexicali, links would be appreciated.

Happy Eid!

Sep. 20th, 2009 04:07 pm
tablesaw: A sketch of me talking and smiling. (Personable)
It's Eid al-Fitr, and a day of feasting! If you like fanfiction, then you should check out [community profile] eid_ka_chand's ficathon of stories featuring Muslim characters, which is going on today through to tomorrow (so there's still time to take part).

On my way to work, I took [livejournal.com profile] ojouchan to the Eid services at the LA Convention Center. Last year, we got lost for a while because we weren't sure where in the convention center Ojou needed to be. This year, we'd done our research, and expected the drop off to be quick and painless.

When we got there, though, there were streets blocked off all over the place. "Is that for you?" I asked, worried that there might have been some sort of threat that required far more extensive security than last year. But at some point while I maneuvered the streets, we realized that the roads weren't blocked for Eid, they were blocked for the Emmy Awards, which are to be held at the nearby Nokia Theatre later tonight.

I'm sure Ojou will be regaling us all with her wacky stories of production assistants failing to deal with Muslims near their precious red carpet.
tablesaw: Tablesaw (Thin Manual)
Ramadan has begun! Per her custom, [livejournal.com profile] ojouchan invites you to ask a Muslim questions about Islam and related issues.

Fandom folk may be interested in the communities [livejournal.com profile] eid_fic and [community profile] eid_ka_chand that focus on Muslim characters in fan transformative works.

Muslimah Media Watch is a good place to keep up on the representation of Muslims (Muslim women in particular) in Western culture.
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I don't have a twitter account, though, so I'll have to put it here.

Traffic is being diverted off of the 110 in the middle of downtown because of a person who is attempting—or (let's hope not) has— committed suicide off of the bridge at Wilshire. Avoiding the 4-level interchange (the 101 is slammed too) is a good idea for any L.A. drivers. Prayers are good for just about anybody.

This news report has been brought to you by the picture-window view of downtown by my desk.

ETA 1: There seem to be a lot more sirens out today, and traffic's still being diverted. I hope everything's ok.

ETA 2 (13:25 Pacific): First coverage I could find. At least the airbags are down.

ETA 3 (14:21 Pacific): The person has been taken into custody, and the streets are clear again.
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Today's Ash Wednesday, and I managed to get home in time to catch the early Mass at my parish. Today was the first time in my life, though, that I was forced to wash the ashes off of my face when I got home. You see, the priest (monsignor, perhaps?) who imposed the ashes upon me was a bit old school. For one thing, when he recited, "Dust you are and to dust you shall return," he did it in Latin. But he also was using a thumb that was still wet from blessing the ashes with holy water. So, instead of getting a wispy, ashy memento mori that slowly disipated in the wind, I got a big black mud-caked cross on my forehead that would not be moved. I washed it off when I noticed it before dinner because I wasn't sure I'd remember to clean it off before I went to bed.

Also, I'd like to see a priest use a sermon that tackles the Gospel reading that says, "But when you fast . . . wash your face, so that you may not appear to be fasting, except to your Father who is hidden," right before smearing a big old, "Look at me I'm fasting" symbol on your forehead.

And since it's Ash Wednesday, I have forty-seven days to plan for my Easter Party/Egg Hunt/Puzzle Hunt. (Yes, forty-seven. The forty days of Lent only go up to Palm Sunday.). I know my structure, I know my ending, and I have a vague idea on some of the lower level puzzles, but I need to really get cracking on them. I also want to actually have invitations this year, sent out by Saint Patrick's Day.

And speaking of Easter, I think that no matter how you feel about Gibson's new Jesus movie, you'll agree with yesterday's Dork Tower.

Finally, I think I should introduce a regular reader of my journal, my mother. Hello, Mom! I point her out to you, because at a recent meal we shared, I learned that she was also reading the journals of my friends, sometimes regularly. It's already been noted by [livejournal.com profile] shadesong, and she remembered details of other people too. So, just, be aware. And don't worry, she doesn't have her own journal.

WedNYTX: 9:15.
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Before I tell you who won, here are the answer lists that I was working from:

All the Answers )

And those are all of the answers that I accepted. Now let's see how everyone did . . .
tablesaw: Sketch of an antique tablesaw (Antigua)
I'm off in a bit to go to Mass with Mother on her birthday. Oh, um, I guess I should wrap her gift now, too.

Anyway, it's going to be nice to rest. I've been distracted much this week. [livejournal.com profile] johnratite is about to start getting good, and I'm very very finally close to beating the greatest puzzle computer game ever. I've been working at it sporadically for over two years. Maybe there's an Enigma article in there.

Hm. I hope that the plain brown wrapping on the gift doesn't freak my mom out.

FriNYTX: 17:30. Fantastic entries in this one. SatNYTX: 17. SunNYTX: 18:45.
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Yes, Fine Corinthian Sperm.

Dude, Ricardo Montalban is a freak!
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This was a superb holiday weekend. After my awful job as Lector, I stayed up all day cleaning my house, in preparation of a party the next day. I got about half of it done. I wasn't working all that hard, I was lounging watching TV (mostly the The West Wing marathon on Bravo) for some of it, cleaning for some of it, and spending some of the time just being tired. I woke up early the next morning to beat the holiday rush to the store for BBQ provisions. When I returned, I began looking for something to put on the TV while I worked around the house. I happened upon the MI-5 marathon.

TV addiction )

Eventually, the house was clean, the munchies were set and people began to arrive. It was a modest showing, about ten people, which is about how many I expected. Some people arrived late, which wasn't too much of a problem except that it meant that I had to grill in mostly darkness. As for the grilling itself . . . well, I'm a charcoal man. I know It's worse for the environment, but there's something added in the taste when one uses physical fuel, fire or charcoal, compared to this mysterious gas. Everything cooked well, and everyone enjoyed the food, but it was hard to gauge when things were done because things just didn't look right.

It was fun. There was lively conversation on many varied topics. People brought food items; the most notable were Artistry's selection of strange Japanese desserts, which still sit on my dining room table. They are likely to sit there for a while longer. They scare me.

After most people had left, Artistry, [livejournal.com profile] wjukknibs, his brother and I, settled down for a game of Trivial Pursuit, which Artistry won. Artistry and I chatted for far too long, as we are wont to do, and then I went to bed.

The next morning, I woke up, expecting to have a little bit of day to finish some other errands, but as I mentioned before, my body decided that Tuesday would be a better day for sleeping than for shopping. In retrospect, I have to agree with the body. It was a wonderful way to end a great weekend.

ThuNYTX: 39:30. Had a hard time breaking in, thanks in no small part to two major wrong answers I thought couldn't be wrong.
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Today I was the lector for Sunday Mass, and I did the worst job ever. Here's how to make Tablesaw do awfully. Step one, have a project at work that requires to much explanation, thus keeping me in the office later than normal. Step two, make sure I'm really tired so that when I get home, rather than getting a bowl of cereal, I decide to lie down for a second. If you've done this well, I will in fact, fall dead asleep until my internal deadline sensor wakes me up just in time to get out the door. Without food. Step three, have the CHP push a stalled car across all lanes of traffic, adding a crucial five minutes to the drive time. There, now I'm hungry, tired, groggy, rushed and stressed, and I have no time to review the text before I have to process in with the priest (the perpetually late priest who was already prepared when I walked in the door)

So obviously, what I'm doing now is staying up all day cleaning. Makes sense to me!

SunNYTX: 29:30.
tablesaw: A young Shawn Spencer learns proper saw technique from his dad. (Cartoon)
It simply seems like I don't have enough time in the day recently. And it's nothing to do with sleeping too much either; I'm pretty much hitting eight hours on the nose. And yet the time seems to keep slipping away. A lot of it is due, I think, to late-night Internet surfing, something I need to cut down on. If it's past 11 a.m., I think I should just turn in. Turning off the flow of information is difficult. Oh, look, someone else has updated his weblog! Oh, look, someone has sent me an email! Oh, look, there's a fascinating discussion of Evolution v. Creationism! Oh, look, it's 1:30 again, dammit! I just don't feel as bad wasting my time doing these things right after I get up, since I'm (a) groggy, (b) still in my pajamas, (c) usually also watching TV at the same time. In the mornings, though, the ever brightening sun continually reminds me of how late I'm up.

The past two days have been good though. )

Today, I should really get some food right when I get home, walk instead of run, and avoid the computer. In reality, though, I will probably be forced to choose between FFIII and Puzzle Pirates and suddenly realize that it's noon and I haven't eaten anything.
FriNYTX: 19. FriLATX: 8.
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What Country Am I? )

This quiz, in addition to having very funny outcomes, is interestingly coded. The questions one gets vary depending on one's previous answers. Reminds me of Guess the Dictator and/or Television Sit-Com Character.

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UserName: when i was 18 i was pen pals with this peculiar man who was i think 33
UserName: or maybe i'm getting him mixed up with jesus.
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As a footnote to an earlier discussion, the St. Cyril who is the patron saint of the parish where I just attended Mass lived a century before the St. Cyril that [livejournal.com profile] aussie_nyc referred to, who lived about four hundred years before the St. Cyril I was talking about.

I hope that clears everything up.

There was a good lector at Mass. He had a slightly whimsical tone in a rather unusually redundant first reading:
"The one who bears the sore of leprosy
shall . . . cry out, 'Unclean, unclean!'
As long as the sore is on him he shall declare himself unclean,
since he is in fact unclean."
I almost thought a Python would appear to say "Clean is right out!"

Unfortunately, the priest tends to get a little rambly in his homily. Let me see if I can reconstruct an excerpt, which some how sprang from the theme of a Christan attitude toward outcasts:
We can't all be like Mother Teresa and pick people out of the gutter. Actually, I tried picking someone out of the gutter, once. Because he was having an epileptic fit. And he cussed me out. So, personally, I haven't had too much luck with that. Although, once, I picked up a drunk of of my balcony when I was in an apartment in West Hollywood and walked him down the stairs because he couldn't get up. That probably wasn't a very Christian thing to do. But I couldn't just let him lie there. My house keeper would have tripped over him.
And so on.

Anyway, I'd better get some food in me before I get a headache.
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The Feast of Saint Valentine.

Saint Valentine's Day.

Valentine's Day.

Valentines Day.

V-Day.

sigh.

ThuNYTX: 8:30. Fun. FriNYTX: 31. Very nice. Probably would've taken less time had I remembered some crucial information, but seeking it out was fun in its own right.

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