Category Archives: personal
I’ve had a bit of writer’s block recently, so I thought I’d try writing on a lighter topic: Blizzard’s Heroes of the Storm (HotS).
I’ve been playing this game for several months now (just under 1000 games played so far), and I enjoy it a lot. Especially since Blizzard instituted some penalties for trolls, my ingame experience has improved dramatically.
But one thing about the game bugs me: the obsession many players have with “the meta”.
I’m an immigrant to this city, though I’m legally a citizen. I moved here in May 2006, and I knew precisely one person prior to my arrival (my brother, Christopher). I moved here from Ireland, a country known for gregarious socialising. In the years since moving here, I’ve encountered a wide variety of people, have a large number of acquaintances, and a couple of circles of friends. Occasionally, I hear someone complain that “Vancouver is a cold city” or “it’s difficult to meet people here”.
To be frank, I can’t see that as anything other than bullshit.
I will be presenting one half of a discussion on Free Will tomorrow evening (in Vancouver, BC, for non-local readers). I (and the other presenter) will be giving a short 15-min introduction to the topic, and then everyone will be breaking up into smaller discussion groups.
If you’re interested in having positive (I hope) discussions with people of differing viewpoints, this could be worth a look. It’s not free, but it’s pretty low-cost. None of the funds from this go to me (disclaimer: I’ve been promised a beer, so I’m getting something out of it), nor do I know how the payments breakdown if that’s a concern.
Could be worth a look. Details (and registration) are through Eventbrite. (And no, I will not be endorsing Harris’s position on this)
I’ve recently been thinking about relearning to play the piano, so I’ll be blogging about that a bit. If you have no interest in that, the posts in this series (they’ll have a ‘piano’ tag up top) are easily skipped.
Perhaps he has only glimpsed her… On the street. On the bus.
Perhaps he knew her in a country far far away.
Perhaps they frequently share a train carriage. Or he has seen her profile on a dating site. And he read it, and drank it in. The details that were not present were filled in, unwarranted, unsupported. Yet loneliness is given control far too easily.
A short headsup: it’s been brought to my attention that a person out there is pretending to be me. They’re pointing at [my posts on The Crommunist Manifesto] and claiming that they are Brian Lynchehaun, and including the above photo in their email correspondence.
Putting aside the (clearly insane) notion that being this particular Brian Lynchehaun improves your odds with the women (I have not yet been informed that they are hitting on men), should you receive an email from someone purporting to be me, I’d encourage you to click on the twitter link that follows all of my posts in order to verify that the person contacting you is The Real Brian Lynchehauntm.
Alternatively, I can easily be found on Facebook and G+.
And now back to your regularly scheduled posts…
[This was originally posted on The Crommunist Manifesto]
I am irate. Look, I realise that I am in a position of privilege, and I realise that I’m not angry about this all the time because I’m male and that this is something that I have the privilege of simply not-concerning-myself-about for the vast bulk of my life.
I rationalise this as that I pay attention only insofar as harm is brought to my attention. And Ireland has ever-so-slowly been moving towards legalising abortion since 1992. Oh, that’s right, you didn’t know that abortion was illegal in Ireland. My bad. Did you know that it was actually illegal for doctors to tell patients about their abortion options in other countries? And that it was illegal for people to travel to another country for an abortion? No? Well, anyway, we were focused on my privilege, so let’s keep on topic.