In light of Ken Levine firing just about everybody at irrational games so he can start a new studio at Take-Two Interactive to makes for the “Core Gamer”, I have a few quick thoughts. Now while I know people who have worked at Irrational games in the past, I am not familiar with the particular…
So I wrote this in 2006 (back when I had self-confidence in my writing and even a little bit of what might have been a simulacrum of hope):
"Let’s update The Gay Science.
Let’s say some day a daemon-bot comes to the loneliest loneliness of an otherwise empty inbox and spams you. “I am an autonomous scripted agent for the NSA (Nietzschean Security Agency), who have been privy to all that has been said and written. I will now expand your sensory field to surveille all that has been said or written about you in this world.”
Would you throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and delete the email that spoke thus?
Or have you experienced a tremendous moment where you would have answered: “You are a god and I have never heard anything more profane.” If this thought gained possession of you, it would change you as you are or perhaps crush you.”
Raymond Chandler reviewing Agatha Christie: ”there is a scheme of Agatha Christie’s featuring M. Hercule Poirot, that ingenius Belgian who talks in a literal translation of school-boy French, wherein, by duly messing around with his “little gray cells,” M. Poirot decides that nobody on a certain through sleeper could have done the murder alone, therefore everybody did it together, breaking the process down into a series of simple operations, like assembling an egg-beater. This is the type that is guaranteed to knock the keenest mind for a loop. Only a halfwit could guess it.”
It is an unusual school in an unusual location and is run by an unusual teacher.
Rajesh Kumar is a shopkeeper by profession but spends hours every morning teaching around 80 children from the poorest of the poor in India’s capital.
The 43-year-old visited the construction of the Delhi transit station a few years ago and was disturbed by the sight of many children playing at the site instead of attending school.
When he questioned the parents working at the sites they all said there were no schools in the vicinity and no one cared.
Consequently, his open-air class room was born - between pillars and beneath the tracks of the Delhi transit system, known as the Metro.
Every few minutes a train passes above, the children unperturbed by its sounds.
There are no chairs or tables and the children sit on rolls of polystyrene foam placed on the rubble.
Three rectangular patches of wall are painted black and used as a blackboard.
Anonymous donors have contributed cardigans, books, shoes and stationery for the children, as their parents cannot afford them.
One unnamed individual sends a bag full of biscuits and fruit juice for the pupils every day - another incentive for the children to turn up for their studies.
I wish i had money to donate. There are such good people in this world.
It’s good to read about education reaching those if the hardest of locations. I would love to donate to this, or do a school supplies drive for these children.
Alright, someone find out how to contact him, and where we can send donations