Every time we went to the supermarket, my mom would give me a quarter to play Pac Man. As a good socialist kid, I thought the goal of the game was to help Pac Man, who was stranded in a maze and needed to find his friends, who were looking for him.
My games didn’t last very long.
The correct way to play Pac Man, of course, is to consume as much as possible while running from the ghosts that relentlessly pursue you. This was a valuable early lesson in what it means to be an American.
Great read – never looked at PacMan that way. But when you stop and think … have to say – it resonates. The article is long and winding and great, It is from ‘Idle Words’ – ‘brevity is for the weak’ – a strap line that also resonates. Enjoy.
The bank had just been bought by an anonymous benefactor – and was being leased back to the trust at a Peppercorn rent. I always had my suspicions as to who that anonymous benefactor was 🙂 It would have been a typical Ian move!
For a while now, I have been building a parallel set of thoughts which now has a permanent home here. It is a set of thoughts that live between the 140 characters of Twitter and this space which I am transitioning to more of an original thought / essay space.
This is to report that the experiment (for that is now what I realise it was) has come to an end. Continue reading →
The year of Sgt. Pepper
And are you experienced
… no, not me. That would be Steven Wilson. Those lyrics are extracted from the track Time Flies, from the album The Incident.
It’s a great song, and I was reminded of those opening lyrics when I saw that The Beatles were releasing the 50th Anniversary of Sergeant Peppers. Fifty Years since ‘The Summer Of Love’. That means Wilson is fifty years old this year. I’ve written about him before in many places – not least of which on this very blog. This link takes you to the various posts – well worth a click around and through if you have a Wilson interest.