Good morning, weekend, wanderer of the worldwide washing. Or, if you are not the morning where you are, good afternoon. Or, if there is no day, good evening. If this is neither morning, no day, no evening, then you are clearly in space. I heard life there can be boring. Perhaps these articles will break monotony.
Erin Muggok writes for London review of books About the hot, slightly broken Italian philosophers and about whether the revival of the Renaissance is really the era of the Renaissance.
Giovanni Piko, the county of Mirandola and Concordia, was 23 years old when he went to Rome to become an angel. It was 1487. Christian’s most important priests would be there; The smartest theologians will discuss him. Dad will watch. Pico was going to blind them all. He planned to start with a poetic, densely allusive speech, which almost no one would understand; Then he would make nine hundred statements, each of which is more mysterious than the latter, for example, 251. The mass of the world master is the hypercospace soul and '385. Not a single angel who once has six wings and '784. To make magic is nothing more than marrying peace ”and“ 395. Whenever we do not know this feature that affects the prayer that we pray, we must retreat to the Lord’s nose. ” In an ecstatic trance, he was going to leave behind his useless, beautiful body and climb the mystical staircase to join the deity, overcoming his soul so absolutely that his body could accidentally die. It was the death of a kiss.
Samanth Sabramanyan writes Keeper About what happens when one of those gizmos full of enchanted speaking glass under the sea is littered with the eruption of the volcano.
The support returned to the cable, which ran out of Tongatap, untied it from its buoy and raised it to one end of the spare cable on the board. Then, without raising a spare cable, when he slowly headed west, carefully laying it so that he had a lot of sagging, the crew rally its other end the cable from Fiji. Placing is a difficult job: first, throwing out various protective layers of the cable; Then the cleaning of glass fibers in the sound bath, with the fact that in fact it is a high -frequency sound, because even the most subtle physical contact with them can destroy them; Then the soft placement of the two ends in an alloy rafting the size of a shoe box. The electricity arch melts glass fibers and drains them. Then the glass should switch again. The whole process can take most of the night, sometimes longer – and all this is done in the room that rises, sinks and sways with the waves of the ocean.
I'm still finishing Silent Hill F – I was flooded with a very loud commission on review – so I looked at Madeline Blondo On his “erotic and grotesque roots” through the distance of the fingers. It seems worth it if you have completed the game.
Regardless of whether the player decides to learn about Japan's widespread story about feminine violence, observing the accomplices of America or the artistic movement that tried to be considered Obami depends on them. Because the Silent Hill F puzzles do not stop after the final ending. Like the art of Saeki-and the Erotic grotesque movement itself, decades of discourse, covered in each polygon, lines of dialogue and all between them, up to the very last red pill.
William Wolf, Activision Vice President Activision from 1988 to 1994, donated a hard drive full of development periods, notes and correspondence about new products and equipment on Video game history fundThe field there is good things for retro -computing anorak.
Having gained the greatest interest to our community: Activision planned to restart some of their old ATARI franchises with new versions of River Raid, Kaboom and traps. Despite the fact that the Mayan adventure came out, we have never heard a lot about River Raid: Mission of No Guord or Kaboom!: Revenge of a crazy doctor, except for some limited lighting in electronic games monthly.
It was National Poetry Day This week in the UK, and the topic was “Play”. So, where are my poets of video games, Ludopoets, specialists in poem modes, Lall-Line switches and sanity labels? I will begin everything by sharing an old favorite: Owen Vince The movement of the Aran samusThe field here ExcerptField
A little music: Boris Litoshinsky Symphony No. 3 in b minor, op. 50Happy Sunday field. Do not let the bastards be confused.
