> jim rossignol

That mysterious and beautiful writer, Jim Rossignol, has something up on Eurogamer:

Iceland is aptly named. But I wasn’t there simply to freeze to death in the November storms, I was there to drink pricey booze and, incidentally, attend the 2006 Eve Fanfest.

Via Gamepolitics:

I don’t own an iPod. I would never wear an iPod… If this is your primary focus in life – the machines… it’s going to have a staggeringly negative effect, all of this, for America… did you ever talk to these computer geeks? I mean, can you carry on a conversation with them? …I really fear for the United States because, believe me, the jihadists? They’re not playing the video games. They’re killing real people over there.

Hell yeah! To the armory! (Via the library, where we can take a look at the falling crime rate in the US.)

Jim Rossignol in the Escapist:

Richard and I sat on opposite sides of a huge mahogany desk. In his world, he was a success. He had been the vice president of a large international bank, and now he owned his own financial consultancy group, of which I was an employee. His manner suggested he had some serious news.

“We’re going to have to let you go,” he said. “I don’t feel there’s really a place for you here. I’m sorry.”

And that was the end of my unpromising career in finance. In Richard’s world, I was a failure. But I didn’t care. I had been sacked because my attention was focused elsewhere: Quake III Arena.

Things are swamping the Old Man Rossignol at the moment. So why not play Ichor during the intermission. Fluid gameplay! Oh my aching sides.

We Make Money Not Art links to a superb image of urban dereliction, as photographed by the excellent Geert Goiris.

The image for today is the Ministry of Transportation. Shot in Tbilisi, the capital of Georgia, the photography brings out the conflict between a symbol of progress and its current state of decay.