Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Elitism or just poor taste?

I've started watching a movie suggested to me, and then I caught myself thinking, do we develop that smug arrogant look over other people, because we've genuinely have acquired a better understanding of our tastes and thus evolved ourselves through them or are we just faking it? I mean, hating blockbuster movies is okay in my book, they all seem to be the same to me, and practically they are, but certain friends of mine fail to see that. So does my taste and cinephile phase made me a better person or did it destroy a part of my everyday life and constructed my character as that of a to put it.. artistic douche? That one guy that prefers movies with a meaning or that are very artsy fartsy instead of watching Transformers 8.

I've come to notice the same behavior with several of my habits that involve art. Like music. Even though I feel like I've come to the point where I've embraced more of what was hidden to me, enjoying stuff I wouldn't have otherwise. Getting to experience more of a scene and space I thought never existed in the first place, and yet feeling dumb for missing it all this other time. But has that made me a better or a worse person? Or have my tastes narrowed when it comes to accessibility and popularity? Perhaps I'm hard to please now?

Are we being elitists or are is almost everyone with inferior tastes worth smiting?

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Canada, or why do I love you so much

You know, I've always liked stuff and people based on an irrelevant attribute. I could like you just because we like the same movie, or because you make movie references, or because you get mine. Silly things, that's what gets me. It's the small things that form a personality that make me want to invest to that person. This is where I find myself looking back at me, saying "go for it". The weird thing is that people I like for their general behavior and personality traits, have flaws I am willing to ignore just because they like Velvet Underground for example.

Now, let's talk cities. I'd like to go to Montreal some day. And this is because so many of my favorite artists and bands come from it. Arcade Fire, Of Montreal, Purity Ring, Leonard Cohen. And it's not just Montreal. I've come to embrace all the electronic music coming from french duos, cause none of them has disappointed me yet. I don't like all french duos or duos, no. French duos that make electronic music. Those are pretty dangerous assumptions when it comes to making choices. And it's in every aspect of my life. I've always clinged on to the weird and unique in my observations and reached to a conclusion. You could call all those fetishes, but I think of them as small contracts. Invisible to the eye, bound to get my heart and attention.

I like the small useless things. There I admit it.

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Dreams get shattered (sometimes)

It's always nice to have a dream to the impossible. To protect it without telling everyone, to approach it with all your means and the power of your heart. To keep it as it was, non-realistic. To occasionally watch it draw itself away from you, slowly and abruptly getting shattered in front of you, unable to react. And then, you are at a crossroad. You either go against even worse odds than before, or you slowly - gradually realize the aching truth. Perhaps, you wonder, it wasn't meant to be. Perhaps you were wrong about it from the beginning, but you somehow let the excitement get the best of you.

Perhaps perhaps perhaps.

Where were you when we were getting high?

But what if you're wrong. What if this is hardenship you're forced to overcome, and you're only being disheartened by a simple obstacle? Don't we all sometimes focus on the problem itself and not on its solution? Isn't the possibility that this could be the last obstacle to ever come between your goal, alluring to say the least? Thrilling? Doesn't it make you wonder how many times you've given up right at the end, never knowing how close you actually were? Why let your dreams be fictions of your imagination when you can give them physical presence and existence?

It's always a hard place to be, right in the middle. Especially when hope is gone.

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Sometimes you know

Summer. Eventually, we've come to behave in certain moods and patterns throughout our lives during those three months. Whether it's super hot, sweaty or just a bit sunnier than winter, summer affects our personalities. Usually for the better, cheering us up just by helping us reach the realization that it has come to pass. Exceptionally, it makes us gloomy, annoyed, cursing at the sun for being so bright.

Nena, why are you so pretty.
There are certain things that hit the spot for me, mostly everpresent during ze estate.
Most prominently, asides the temperature heavily rising to unbearable levels (I do live in Greece), it's the music. Especially the presence of ukelele in songs. And what makes the "summer" feeling is ukelele covers of sweet songs.

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Them great mornings

I woke up at 7 today. I think it was 7, I didn't check thoroughly, after lots of image browsing and news reading -  and admittedly some facebook lurking, I paid attention to the clock. Not sure if it's relevant to the laptop screen, but somehow I keep ignoring stuff on the corners. It's either the screen, or the operating system, or me. Before I get myself tested I will throw accussations elsewhere and find great comfort in doing so.

Where am I going with this? Oh, yes, great mornings. So, at some point, I'm reading about this wonderful agser moving to New York, so I think of a feel-good song related to the city, and suddenly, after three hours, I'm a bit lost in the 80s.

The cult hype behind Akira, made sure I loved it before I even saw the movie.
However the feeling remains. The lingering sensation that during those mornings, nothing can bring you down - practically everything feels lovable as if it was brand new. Like being introduced to your favorite things/people all over again. And that's an experience like no other. Perhaps the best description would be that it feels like you are reading a guide to your interests written by you. Yeah, that's it.

So have a wonderful morning.

Monday, June 16, 2014

Adventure Game Museum: Exhibit #7 & 8

EXHIBIT #7: Official Sierra & Lucas Arts Magazines (1990~1992)

~ Sierra News Magazine Volume 3 Nr. 1 Spring 1990 ~
~ LucasArts' The Adventurer Nr.2 Spring 1991 ~
~ LucasArts' The Adventurer Nr.2 Spring 1991 ~

Collage of the 3 mags

I made a pdf of the Sierra News Magazine, which can be downloaded in 3 flavors:

by Arj0n

EXHIBIT #8: LOOM (1990)
Front and back cover:

What's inside the box: three 3.5" floppy disks, manual, Book of Patterns with glasses, LucasFilm catalog, a cassette and a bunch of leaflets.

Beautiful booklet where you could write the notes for the spells you discovered along the way. Many spells do not appear in the game though.

Red glasses again serve as a copy protection.

And the best thing of all. This, my friends, is the most original intro ever: a 30-minutes long audio drama! Talking about immersion, eh?
You can listen to it here:

By Gribbler

Monday, June 9, 2014

Adventure Games Museum: Exhibit #6

EXHIBIT #6: Beneath a Steel Sky (1994)

Funny story behind this one, the box was in much nicer condition but I decided it would be a grand idea to take it with me to London Super Comic Con (where Dave Gibbons was doing signings). With a copy of BASS and a nice silver sharpie in my inventory I waited in line to meet Dave, unfortunately it was only a 1 hour slot and signings closed before I could get to the front. I returned with a somewhat beaten up box and a side-quest never to be completed D:

The box includes a technical manual, security manual and two copies of the intro cutscene in comic form, not sure why there's two (can anyone add some insight?) one of the comics is smaller and on rough paper whilst the other bigger and on gloss full colour.

The security manual has some nice details. 

By Chicky