writing Archive

  • The Subtext of Unlikely Frost

    An ice warning in Austin, Texas puts me in a pensive mood. Although sometimes the school delays and road closings come with local portents of the dangers abroad (a skateably icy sidewalk or at least pervasive, wailing sirens), more frequently the danger afoot comes only through ethereal channels, usually crash…

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  • Published Elsewhere: Dishonored Dev Joe Houston On Violence In Games

    A piece about game violence I wrote for Rock, Paper, Shotgun. Among other things it talks about Dishonored, video game violence, and the social responsibilities of games with choice. Check it out: Dishonored Dev Joe Houston On Violence In Games  …

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  • Now Entering the Independent Space

    A more detailed explanation of my thoughts and feelings are to follow soon, but in short I’ve decided to go out on my own for a while. To that end my last day at Arkane Studios is tomorrow. I can say that I’m excited about the transition, and that I…

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  • Trivial Pursuit

    Somehow I’ve been labeled a connoisseur of useless trivia. It doesn’t much matter that I find the TV stereotype of the know-it-all know-nothing beyond insufferable, and I’ll admit that they’re only partly to blame. When they close up the opening scene of CSI with a quip about the mating habits…

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  • Internet Culture Cuisine

    The trick to destroying soup, one has been advised, is to invite additional cooks into your kitchen. Last night, up with a baby flirting with the notion of sleeping through the night, I found myself confronted with one of many parenting blogs. The author had helpfully compiled the well-reasoned arguments…

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  • Timepieces

    Digital clocks are too quiet
    For my silence
    Which is currently pervasive
    And Elusive
    Drawn out on thick currents of breath whisping like tides
    From my lips.
    I need clocks that tick and measure
    That loft explanations into the air
    And strike its surface like a tuning fork. My analog…

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  • Green Thumb

    When he spoke to you that way
    The way that made your eyelashes curl inward
    Pinching in like the rigid splayed legs of a crushed lady bug
    He plucked a bright seed from within you
    And pinched it tightly between his thumb and forefinger.
    It was absent minded, but his…

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  • Unconditional

    Unconditional… The taste of her mouth
    Sipped along the smooth edge of
    Imminent anticipatory
    Promises of water.
    When the first drop pointedly struck
    The back of my neck,
    I knew from the drowsy shriek
    Of odor seeping into the base of my eyes
    That she smelled like rain. And the

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  • The Ballad of Mother Eve

    The Ballad of Mother Eve…

     
    There was a garden and a boy
    Both awash in verdant joy
    But only one with tousled hair
    And only one with Cacky Bear.
    Cacky Bear with glassy eyes
    Reflected all the cloudy skies
    As seen mirrored somewhat true
    In the boy’s own eyes

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