Resistance
For the last few days I’ve been trying to write the first Problem Machine post of 2014, and I’ve been running into a lot of internal resistance. I keep dodging, making excuses, procrastinating, and generally doing anything I can to…
For the last few days I’ve been trying to write the first Problem Machine post of 2014, and I’ve been running into a lot of internal resistance. I keep dodging, making excuses, procrastinating, and generally doing anything I can to…
Okay I’m actually finding it completely impossible to keep up to date on the blog while dealing with holiday stuff. I was hoping I could get up one or two things but I think that was just overly optimistic. Regular…
This wasn’t a good weekend for me. Here’s the thing, and maybe I didn’t entirely acknowledge this, either publicly or personally, before I started: I didn’t just want to participate in this Ludum Dare, I wanted to win. I wanted…
This entire competition, I’ve been fighting against my own exhaustion and apathy, and I think I just lost. I guess It’s not so bad. I got a ton done, and I proved to myself that I can get a ton…
Well it’s 10am and I still haven’t had any ideas so I guess today’s post is cancelled. Actually, semi-cancelled, since there’s something I wanted to bring up and now seems like a good opportunity to do so. A new Ludum…
I’m dropped on a planet with nothing but a few simple imperatives to point the way. The sensation is familiar, but the world is a stranger. Mushrooms grow maybe 30 feet tall here. Strange creatures wander around, and some of…
I’m not sure what to say any more. I want to say something new and insightful, something beautiful and deep. I want to riff on an idea, to take it and transform it and expound upon it, want to pounce…
The problem with money is everything starts being about money. A common unit of exchange becomes more common, and its meaning begins to supersede all other meanings, conflates to a number that tells you everything you need to know about…
Autumn is a time of change. There’s something missing, something which I’m just noticing, and I’m not sure whether this absence of sensation is an awakened perception of absence or is a new and creeping numbness of the senses. I…
I feel too often like I have nothing of myself left, like I’ve poured it all out and I need to wait for the rain to come again to fill myself back up. There are many different wells within me,…