On Identities and the Process of Being

Of course, I see “personality” not as a thing but as a constant, ongoing process. We are all being shaped and reshaped by our past, other people, our surroundings, circumstance, the world we live in, and so on. And yet, I want a word for what I am. I want an explanatory model. And I want it to come from outside of myself, because apparently I can never, ever trust myself to do things right on my own.

A Reality of Abuse

Stock photos in tones of black and blue, of women shielding their face, of fists and black eyes. A stair lined with knives, tweeted by the police. They are so effective, those images, so evocative. So simple. Is that really what domestic abuse looks like? I can’t tell you. I don’t think it looks like anything in particular.

On Truth, Love and Sugar

Stephen Fry’s first memoir, titled “Moab Is My Washpot”, takes 11 hours to listen to. It was worth it. Apart from finding it interesting and entertaining, it also left me with a thorough sense of validation. By no means do I want to compare myself to Stephen Fry – I’m well aware my intellect and…

Why I Play the Games I Play

In my ever ongoing quest for personal development, I have now started on the part where I improve as a gamer. This has nothing to do with skill, but rather appreciation. My taste in games is rather narrow. I want to broaden my horizons, and if not learn to love new kinds of games, then at least gain some understanding for why other people do.

I'll Be Back

Yeah I know, you’ve heard it a million times before. Bloggers quietly disappear for a while, come back with a “oops sorry, this time I’ll keep it up for sure!” and then they never do. So I won’t fault you for being skeptical. Anyway. This is a bit of a belated announcement. I decided more…