"Hmm, how do I ensure no one is drafting me as I start this sprint…?"
I took the Milwaukee Ave bus today. When I left the apartment, the bus was due to arrive in 12 minutes. It took 18.
In 18 minutes I could have ridden a bicycle to my destination, or walked back to the apartment, put on cycling shoes, and left again with my bike.
As I was standing at the bus stop, I wanted to be every person on a bicycle passing by.
This winter has felt like one for the ages, but is it really one of Chicago’s worst?
This is my 29th year living in Chicago, and this is the worst winter I can remember.
In the context of Richard’s life, from a childhood in Compton of avoiding gangbangers, to earning a Stanford degree, to rising to be the best at his position in a professional sport, this ecstatic apotheosis was a revelation. He had just reached the Super Bowl, the most public of all American spectacles, for the first time in his life, by specifically beating a hated former coach who cost him millions of dollars and an opposing player who had routinely disrespected him.
How many times in our lives are we able to witness specific, personal victories like this, let alone be a participant in them? This is why rematches exist in sports, and perhaps why sports exist at all – to beat the guy, the opponent, the system, that’s beaten you, and to narrate to non-participants that it can be done. Richard, for giving the NFL and its fans its most honest victory sound bite in years, was roundly condemned."
Evidence that cooking is at least as dumb/brilliant as writing
From Henry Miller on Writing, which also has what he calls his his Daily Program:
If groggy, type notes and allocate, as stimulus.
If in fine fettle, write.
Work on section in hand, following plan of section scrupulously. No intrusions, no diversions. Write to finish one section at a time, for good and all.
See friends. Read in cafés.
Explore unfamiliar sections — on foot if wet, on bicycle if dry.
Write, if in mood, but only on Minor program.
Paint if empty or tired.
Make Notes. Make Charts, Plans. Make corrections of MS.
Note: Allow sufficient time during daylight to make an occasional visit to museums or an occasional sketch or an occasional bike ride. Sketch in cafés and trains and streets. Cut the movies! Library for references once a week.
Reblog for later reference.
Somehow, NBA video games continue to get worse. I firmly believe I will die before playing a fun and realistic NBA video game.
In case you’re wondering, NBA Live 95 has been the best to date. It wasn’t terribly realistic (though I don’t remember going out of bounds while trapped in an animation), but it was off the charts in terms of fun.
With the exception of Football Manager (and I don’t even have the patience or time to play that anymore), I don’t think sports sims have any business trying to be RPGs.
On the soccer side, before the FIFA series got good (and it still has the worst menus), there was Winning Eleven. It was not a realistic soccer sim in the sense that it did not exactly mimic going out and playing or watching 90 minutes of the game, but it felt real, or even hyper-real. In a 20 minute session one could experience the compression of all the speculation leading up to a match, last-minute changes in form or injuries, the ebb and flow of the game, match-changing tactical decisions, and injury time winners.
That takes two hours in real life. In real life, there’s practice. In real life, there’s paying for tickets, paying for a league, not being very coordinated, waiting to pee at half time.
Winning Eleven got the narrative of a match right, and the rest doesn’t really matter.