I’ve beaten countless difficult games over the years, but the “too easy” Prince of Persia (2008) is still one of the most memorable games I’ve ever played.
Coffee With An Alumnus: Tiia Tsurkka
Translation is one of the more clear-cut career paths for English students. It’s possible to get a glimpse of what the work entails from translation courses but the true nature of the trade is best unveiled by a professional. I sit down with Tiia Tsurkka over coffee and sweet buns to talk translation.
Chief Editors Note: SO Over That!
“Teenagers these days”… There is a hint (or maybe a bit more than that) of exasperation in my voice as I try unsuccessfully to block out the incessant babble of the young girls. More than a decade separates our ages, and it is clear to me that we have absolutely nothing in common to talk about. What unfolds next raises a revelation that I am embarrassed to admit to.
Your gift
No, I’ll never give you a shitty drawing. I’m better than that.
An Introduction to Bullet Journaling – The Art of Intentional Living
Have you ever heard the term bullet journal? Up until the spring of this year I hadn’t. And here I am in my eighth month of bullet journaling, delighted with the whole thing.
60 Days of Blue (blue-blue-blue) Christmas
Should have realised that buying campy Christmas ornaments is a gateway drug, but I didn’t, and the whole thing just snowballed.
Water Weight
I think of you
as the memory of our love
shatters like a ceramic plate, suddenly
In the Blue of Night We Embraced
It was on his lips and on my hips, / And I leaned in closer to inhale the / Magic-like, love-struck perfume that / He wore on his shoulder like a / Promise.
Blame It On Bianca Del Rio
Ru Paul’s Drag Race – a show that has it all. It’s like a combination of America’s Next Top Model, Project Runway, and all the talent shows around the world. Its talented Roy Haylock, who is also better known as the drag queen, comedian, actor, and costume designer, Bianca Del Rio, was the winner of season six.
Eulogy to My Shadow
you are a stacked tower of satellite gloom / glowering your raspy doom in drab lighting / grey as crackled concrete spitting / tart textures of gravel into / every / crooked / crevice