It discourages the use of muscle memory altogether. One of the things that make it so good is that it requires focus. It’s not the sort of game you play while listening to music or second-screening a show. It doesn’t ask much, just a bit of care and attention, but it takes all of it.
I did not. I’ll have to check that out.
Kinetica - a racing game where the ‘vehicles’ are people in mechanical suits that make them look like sexy mecha, racing to old techno
Bloody Roar - a series of fighting games where you fight as people who can suddenly shift into other forms, some recognizable animals and some abstract, and with the ability in some arenas to kick people through walls or over ledges into new arenas
Forsaken - 3D hover vehicle battles
Tiny Tank - a game where you play as a sweary AI tank
Megaman Legends 1 and 2 - Megaman as a 3d adventure game with a storyline and characters
Gitaroo Man - a rhythm game I enjoyed, later imitated by some others
Shadow of the Colossus - more known but not cared for these days. A game in which there are only boss battles. A subtly told story. Part of the ICO universe.
Titan Souls - One boy, one bow, one arrow that can be magically recalled to the bow, and giant stone destroyers that he must conquer with nothing more. Kind of a 2D Shadow of the Colossus
BPM: Bullets Per Minute - everyone has the idea for a rhythm FPS. This is the only one that does a good job of it.
Receiver - a game in which you don’t just hit R to reload, but have to go through the full manual of arms, dropping the clip, holstering the weapon, loading each round into the clip, drawing the weapon, seating the clip, racking the round, checking the chamber to make sure it fed correctly, aiming, firing, clearing the jam, all while worrying about killer robots.
Valley - a movement game that has such an amazing feeling of freedom in its movement
Tunnet - lovecraftian network technician game
Which Douglas Rushkoff book is this concept again? I’ve lost track.
The internet keeps dying again and again. It started as a research project turned into a way to aid research. Then the sphere grew as nerds found a space to connect with other nerds. It was a community space where people knew each other. The only big source of trouble was each year, in September, when a new crop of kids gained access to the internet at their college. They had to be educated in the social structures and ethos of the culture they were stepping into.
Then, in the early nineties, the spirit of the internet died, in the Eternal September, as ISPs encouraged non-nerds to enter the cyber world. The community was flooded with more new people than could ever be trained to follow the cultural standards that had been established, and so they simply overwhelmed the capacity of the society to maintain itself.
Then those people began creating a new culture, a multiculture, with communities and sites forming around anyone with a bit of passion they wanted to share with the world wide web. People taught themselves web development just to share pictures of their families and poetry about their favorite trees.
But then, the spirit of the internet died. Advertisers wanted to take advantage of the new space to which everyone seemed to be devoting so much attention. They started monetizing sites. Creating sites became less and less about sharing your passion, and more and more about generating ad revenue.
And the internet persisted. Despite the disgust of the users, nothing seemed to stop the influx of capital into the community. And then came encryption, allowing people to even buy and sell things online. The internet died again, becoming a giant mall, a place you went to find stuff to buy rather than people to talk to.
And then came social media. It took the idea loved by so many of the early pioneers of the internet, that everyone could have their own site, dedicated to whatever they loved most, and centralized it. Friendster, sixdegrees, MySpace, and so on. With this change, the spirit of the web died again, commercializing even the idea of your personal page, your digital representation of yourself.
It has died. It will die again. Nothing can be relied upon.
I’d recommend Pavel. He has an excellent work ethic.
The high level view of ‘copying’ is purely abstracted, and not very useful. It’s a layperson’s understanding. Copy A and call it B makes a thing called B that contains the same data as A. Anything deeper than that will be completely language dependent. Whether a copy is a copy or a reference depends on language and implementation.
Unless you mean how data physically is copied/recalled at the hardware level… that’s language agnostic and happens in mostly just a few ways.
Something happening frequently doesn’t make it a good thing.
I always hated that question because it’s basically asking you to lie. We should be punishing liars, not rewarding them.
I’d never invite myself because I’d be lost in something at home, so I’d never meet me.
Enjoy. Always good to spread the word on artists who don’t get a lot of promotion.
Mostly just subjects I don’t have any interest in, such as football, F1, etc.
Grausame Töchter is loads of fun, and I’ve enjoyed some of the others.
Twins in Fear has done some work with Aranea of Grausame Töchter.
Also check out Vampyros Lesbos.
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I wouldn’t call some of what you give as samples ‘warm’ but here are some things that have some element in common with them, to my ear.
E-ink in general is expensive from what I’ve seen. I was pricing out building a little project and found even the tiny displays (a few centimeters on the diagonal) were ~US$50. If you look for anything big enough to be more than a low power always on display, it gets quite expensive quite quickly. Add on the cost of development for completely unique software because the off-the-shelf stuff is mostly not compatible, and the other general hardware costs for making it a product instead of a project, and the pricepoint is not that wild. Hopefully they come down over time.
You clearly have the intelligence to spell the words ‘algorithm,’ ‘aggressively,’ and ‘the.’ The algorithm is not meant for you. It is made to suck children and idiots down into machine induced ADHD. If you have standards of any kind, you reject the obvious trash and end up where you are. You have my congratulations and my sympathies.
Believing illusions is much older than photography. People went to plays and laughed and wept before anyone ever thought of how to capture it for replayabiliy. It seems to be an inbuilt function of human compassion or sympathy.
Taking a step back, one can also realise even the ‘real’ events are illusion. The Case Against Reality is a reminder the human mind doesn’t have privileged view of reality, and never did. Existence monism, or the oneness of being, erases the lines we draw to make maps of reality. It’s all just sensory data. …But, that’s a deeper rabbit hole than I feel like diving into just now.
It’s a mix. The amount of information coming at people is vast, so much so as to be impossible to fully manage. It’s also tainted in various ways to various degrees. Some forms of misinformation are simply caustic, destroying the individual as they ingest it. Some is ideologically carcinogenic, creating harmful lumps that slowly choke off the host. Some is intentional, taint added by malicious actors. Some is negligent, added by those who don’t know or don’t care that it does harm. Some is well-meaning, impurities added because the adder likes them, regardless of the other effects it might have. And some is just there from sources long dead, still circulating because the filters haven’t caught it all. You can try to filter it but it’s a firehose. It’s nigh impossible.
No cups. Fire hose fed by pipes made of lead, rotting wood, and bisphenol plastic, and filtered through other people’s kidneys.
Bach - Seems obvious
Gojira - They don’t have a bad song, only more and less great.
Lorn - The electronic sound of a plea for help
And this one band I’ve followed for years that keeps making all kinds of experimental stuff: Various Artists
It was a great concept, well executed for its time.