Stop worrying about procrastination and do something that interests you…

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Is there a question more pressing, or more tedious, that ‘what do you want to do with your life’? It is implicit in the question that the scenic route is not encouraged. We’re supposed to take the GPS-guided path to life’s supposed destination, avoiding all but sanctioned diversions. The gap year, the volunteering stint, the book attempt, the Spanish language summer course.

What degree do you want to get. What classes do you want to take? Which university? Which career? Where do you want to buy a house? Where do you want your kids to be educated? All paths ultimately…

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Broadcasting one’s life is the ultimate conformity of our age. We live in a landscape of compulsive self-disclosure. Opting out of social media is regarded not as a trivial life choice, like preferring Hungarian folk music to country and western, but as a socially transgressive act. It invites the same sneering intrigue afforded to never going outside, forgoing shoes or owning more than four cats.

Oddly, editorialising the personal and the mundane for public consumption is increasingly regarded not just as compulsory civic participation, but as an act of everyday heroism. A strange moral language has settled over the landscape…

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It’s not official, but it’s already obvious. I’ve been asked to cease all external contact and get busy with updating all of the internal docs that describe the processes vital to my job. Both are a dead giveaway. I’ve never been fired before. Well done me. I’ve narrowly avoided layoffs, but I have never been booted. All of the emotions you might expect are there. Rage, powerlessness, frustration, humiliation, anger, self-righteousness. The world has suddenly started spinning faster than its custom, with the effect of gravity’s increased pull making me and everything around me slower and heavier.

The chain of…

What I learned from six international moves…

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By last count, my wife and I have moved house nine times in our 18 year relationship. It’s worth noting, every move was a choice and made from a position of unreasonable privilege.

Even so, between 2006 and 2015 we completed six international moves. Five in a five year stretch between 2008 and 2013. The rest, while border-bound, were still separated by hundreds of kilometres. We are not in the military, nor are we grifters flitting from postcode to postcode, disembarking old identities like taxis.

Each had a defensible rationale. A series of incrementally better jobs for me, and/or academic…

The cost of project managing your life like a business

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Think about the last three things you promised yourself you would do more, or less of. Procrastinating, exercising, reading, eating junk food. Now think about why. How many of those are really about something else?

Do you want to procrastinate less, or be more productive? Do you want to read more, or be more knowledgeable? Do you want to exercise more or be more physically fit? Do you want to be more productive, knowledgeable and physically fit, or more successful, smart and attractive? …

Exhaustion. Breakfast. Guilt. Blood.

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It’s 2016 and it’s 06:40 a.m. in the morning. Theatrical coughs toll from the children’s room. They betray my four year old daughter’s veiled attempts to wake her two year old brother. My wife, eight months pregnant and long since wide awake reading, trains a dirty look on our bedroom door. A pause. Another operatic cough. We hiss our daughter’s name in chorus. Our son responds with a groggy whine. Our daughter giggles. My wife and I huff and mutter. An animal with at least twelve thousand feet pounds through the hallway. The children splash onto our bed all gleeful…

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Dear treacherous, loathsome root of all evil,

When I first brought you home, I had so many plans. We were going to make some amazing soup, until it was veggie tacos, until it was that lasagne recipe I saw on Pinterest, until it was… Well, you know the rest.

Like your formerly sweet and delicious flesh, the atmosphere between us has soured. We both know that even though some of you is probably still salvageable, that is the only thing keeping you in the pantry and out of the compost bin. It’s already clear we will never make beautiful meals together. A line has been crossed. Even…

An arial view of some motorways.
An arial view of some motorways.
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Where the rubber doesn’t meet the road on climate action

In 2017 we bought a brand new Volkswagen Touran. We splashed out on the fancier stereo with Apple Carplay and ensured we got the 6th and 7th seats factory installed. It has all the sex appeal of an overflowing laundry basket, but it is a great family car.

We have not been kind to it. We have punished the poor thing with a house move, multiple 4k round trips and the marauding, unrelenting destructive power of three small children. One careful owner, we are most definitely not.

Much of the time our car has been a source of shame. Usually…

Gaming input mechanisms across the generational divide…

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I came to the FPS genre just as dual stick controllers became commonplace. It was between the twilight of the PS1 and the dawn of the PS2. At that time I noticed a clear generational gap between those content to play FPS games on a console, and those still enslaved by the rapidly diminishing duopoly of mouse and keyboard control.

The elder siblings of my peer group, those who were 2–5 years older than my buddies and I, by and large could not get their digits around these new fangled console finger traps (at least at first). The motor abilities…

Some games are problematic. The term ‘murder simulators’ makes it harder to explore why.

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Modern action adventure games are increasingly being badged as ‘murder simulators’. I hear it more and more these days and not just from the usual suspects, but from within the industry itself.

Recently, Devolver Digital’s Mike Wilson commented on the difficulty of bringing Weedcraft to digital stores; “The fact that we’re still so afraid of a topic like weed instead of the murder simulators you can market any time, anywhere, it’s shocking”, he pointed out. He’s right about the double standard — it is bullshit. …

Rory Connacht Argyll

I write about tech trends, gaming, culture, climate change and modern family life.

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