“As means of motivating people to be cruel or inhumane – as a means of inciting evil, to borrow the vocabulary of devout – there may be no more potent force than religion.” Jon Krakauer
There are just those moments when you are wondering around clueless and than you stumble upon something very special… Right in the middle of the medieval town of Girona in the Northern Catalonia we ran into a group of religious fanatics from one very particular fantasy world, all prepped and costumed. Continue reading “The GAME is coming to… Girona”
I would like to dedicate this post to Angela Davis, a woman of a great strength and intellect, whom I have learned so much from and I have been lucky to meet once. Continue reading ““The Help” – Racism in a Candy-coloured Dress”
Gaming has been an important part of my life ever since my friend Julia was given her first personal computer for her birthday. We spent hours and hours installing and playing games, which was not so easy for two profane girls taking their first steps in Norton Commander. It was still DOS-time in Ukraine back then. Later I got my own Windows-based PC, and this was the time when the real gaming fun started. I can’t remember my parents ever being against my gaming habits presumably because I was an exemplary and self-sufficient school-girl.
If I can open a photo-album in order to get a feeling of a deep humiliation and bitter embarrassment for my early fashion choices back in 90s, then I certainly do not want to buy this stuff once again in the prospect of a second embarrassment years after my teenage hormones finally let go off me and I could achieve some moderate proficiency in style-issues.
No! No! No! Dear designers and retailers, 90s is an absolute fashion No-Go-AREA! It is just like a bad neighbourhood where you know also very nice people come from – you still don’t go there at night-time!
There are so many brilliant people in this world!
Sometimes I feel grotesquely overwhelmed by a desire to read, to see, to experience, to feel, to try everything they have ever written, created, done, thought, imagined and touched. Sometimes I am afraid, and it is probably true, that I still know nothing, nothing at all. Sometimes I want to embrace our world in its entire greatness and I am so anxious that I am not worthy of it, not keen enough to perceive its ultimate brilliancy. Sometimes I think that there is just not enough time…