What kind of music will fill up the dead air of an interminable year? If I knew, maybe 2020’s playlist wouldn’t have turned out as desultory as it is. This post is coming a month too late, but the past few months have left me with far too little sleep Read more…
Half the time, it feels like sending signals out into space. But we’ve learned so much of the universe that way, haven’t we?
In Tiny Echo, you play as a one-eyed entity wandering the bowels of a blighted land, delivering mail to spirits.
Indie game developer Angela He’s missed messages sets you up to fail, and that’s a good thing.
The relentless hustle of startup culture, or the crunch of game development, or whatever synonym other tech-adjacent industries like to use for the endless grind of work, all rest on the metaphor of the worker as a single-minded machine.
Our office intern asked me a strange question this morning: “Hey Kate, when you don’t like a person, is it obvious?”
My dad taught me chess when I was six years old. I learned on one of those huge wooden boards you could pluck from the bottom shelves of National Bookstore’s ever-baffling children’s games section. You know the ones: cream and green squares painted on either side of a hinged case Read more…
There’s nothing more you’d like than to huddle in a cocoon of blankets and plushies until you can stand to exist for more than three hours at a time again. Instead, you force yourself out of bed and force down desultory spoonfuls of oatmeal to avoid throwing up your meds. Read more…
