The Final Duel
Random photos, culture, philosophy and politics.
Friday, December 31, 2004
picked up Fable. Few hours through it. Great game but i understand what all the disappointment is about. Don't know what molykneux was doing all that time. The game has a number of interesting concepts but even after half a decade of development it still feels like its sloppily put together. The voice-acting is terrible, the quests and the story are kind of lame. For an RPG it's a bit stingy on the customization side - the novely of augmenting your character with spells and tatoos wears off after the first couple of hours, and the only thing that keeps the game interesting are the abundant side quests. There are two types of games, some that strive to be works of art (e.g. the metal gear series, lucasarts classics such as monkey island and grim fandango). These games have an exquisite presentation and a well put-together sotyline and are somewhat ambitious as well. Others, the whole genre of first-person shooters for example, concentrate solely on gameplay and the end result is a game u can play as fervently and regularly as a sport. Fable seems to have aimed for excellence in neither of these categories, and the end result is a sub-par game, good for a few hours but nothing to phone home about.
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
Picked up zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance. Halfway through it already. Call me crazy since its supposed to be one of the greatest pieces of contemporary litreature but doesn't anyone else find the motorcycle analogies really really f***ing boring? The philosophy so far i've found to be an eye-operner but i just don't see the point of expounding it via a story, no matter how moving it is.
Thursday, December 23, 2004
You are your own forerunner, and the towers you have builded are but the foundation of your giant-self. And that self too shall be a foundation. And I too am my own forerunner, for the long shadow stretching before me at sunrise shall gather under my feet at the noon hour. Yet another sunrise shall lay another shadow before me, and that also shall be gathered at another noon. Always have we been our own forerunners, and always shall we be. And all that we have gathered and shall gather shall be but seeds for fields yet unploughed. We are the fields and the ploughmen, the gatherers and the gathered. When you were a wandering desire in the mist, I too was therein a wandering desire. Then we sought one another, and out of our eagerness dreams were born. And dreams were time limitless, and dreams were space without measure. And when you were a silent word upon life's quivering lips, I too was there, another silent word. Then life uttered us and we came down the years throbbing with memories of yesterday and with longing for tomorrow, for yesterday was death conquered and tomorrow was birth pursued. And now we are in God's hands. You are a sun in His right hand and I an earth in His left hand. Yet you are not more, shining, than I, shone upon. And we, sun and earth, are but the beginning of a greater sun and a greater earth. And always shall we be the beginning. You are your own forerunner, you the stranger passing by the gate of my garden. And I too am my own forerunner, though I sit in the shadows of my trees and seem motionless.
I'm a fan of Kahlil Gibran. This from one of his lesser known books, "The Forerunner". Not as good as 'The Prophet" but inspiring in a "paulo coelho" kind of way.