So far in 2020, I’m happy to say, I’ve managed to stay away from Twitter, and I feel much less stressed as a result. But without that reliable time-suck I now find I need something else to fill those moments when you don’t feel like doing anything that’s actually productive, and so I’ve been spending a lot more time on both YouTube and Twitch in the last couple of weeks.
My YouTube subscriptions are becoming a pretty accurate cross-section of my interests. I’ve always watched channels on film or script analysis, like Every Frame a Painting or the excellent Notes from the Screenplay, but I’ve added more to that list recently such as the SFX-focused Corridor Crew, and Thomas Flight, who makes detailed analysis videos looking at various aspects of movie-making. I’m also kind of addicted to Screen Junkies’ Honest Trailers series.
On the gaming side, I follow a few experts on particular games that I’m playing (or have played in the past); right now that means PartyElite for his Total War videos, TheLazyPeon for general MMO news, and a couple of random World of Warcraft and Age of Empires II channels.
Then there’s TwoSetViolin (a couple of dorky violin pros making funny violin-themed reaction videos), theneedledrop (music reviews), Seth James DeMoor (running) and David Bennet Piano (more music analysis) among others. I spent years just browsing YouTube at random, and it’s really only in the last year or two that I’ve started actually subscribing to channels; I kind of wish I started doing it sooner, as their recommendation algorithm is pretty good at surfacing new things that I’m genuinely interested in watching.
While I have no real desire to ever be a streamer, I’ve finally started to actually watch other people stream on Twitch occasionally. While I find the big streamers like Asmongold to be abrasive and juvenile simply for the sake of growing an audience of teenaged boys (and a chatroom with fifty thousand people in it is so far beyond usable that it’s simply not funny), it’s actually quite relaxing to dig into the tail-end of the streamer lists and find someone streaming to just a handful of viewers. Genuine conversations with strangers over the internet seems so much more normal when you bond over a shared love for a game, rather than in the artificial social interaction of a site like Chat Roulette.
I wasn’t sure whether I’d even put up a New Year’s Resolutions post this year, after I nuked my old blog some time towards the beginning of 2019. That, plus the disavowing of all of my old ambitious creative projects (when I finally realised they weren’t actually what I wanted to do with my life) had me thinking I’d have nothing to say on January 1st.
But, since starting to blog again on this reworked site in November, I find that I do actually have a couple of things that you could consider to be resolutions for 2020, so I might as well post them in order to keep myself honest and continue the tradition (albeit a tradition that you can now only find via archive.org).
There are two things I want to accomplish this year (well, technically one to accomplish and one to avoid):
Get better at graphic design. As I wrote about recently, I feel like my lack of natural artistic ability is a hindrance in my professional life. While there isn’t actually a lot of graphic design work necessary in my day-to-day, I’d really like to fill that gap in my skillset with a better appreciation for layout, typography, colour choices, and so on, and the ability to execute the same. I’m going to enroll in a Coursera specialisation today. Maybe I’ll even start posting on Dribbble again, who knows.
Stay off Twitter. I spent six months away from Twitter before going back to the site in mid-2019, but since the UK election cycle the site has become simply unbearable once more. It’s no longer a place to keep up with what your friends, acquaintances, and favourite celebrities are up to; instead, the Twitter algorithm seems hell-bent on putting the most frustrating or upsetting content in front of you. However, I’ve realised that being aware of the anti-left, anti-immigrant, anti-gay, anti-whatever offensive moron of the day really brings me nothing but anxiety. I can do nothing about it besides be annoyed at how many stupid people there are in the world, and so I’d really be better off without it. Truly newsworthy stories will filter up to the real world; from now on, the Twitter outrage generator can feed itself without my help.
Every year I like to post a summary of the various media I have consumed over the last twelve months, whether that be books, music, television or film. It’s a nice opportunity to remember what I liked or disliked, and to see which things stayed with me … or were instantly forgettable.
This is the first year that I started using Letterboxd for every film I watched; I think I only really started from the middle of the year, so there are probably some missing entries in early 2019. Next year will definitely be more complete.
I like to split up my reading list into fiction, non-fiction, and comics, mainly because it almost always surprises me how much non-fiction I read each year.
Drunken Baker (Barney Farmer)
Doomsday Book (Connie Willis)
Tales of Ordinary Madness (Charles Bukowski)
Blood Meridian (Cormac McCarthy)
Mrs. Dalloway (Virginia Woolf)
Sailing to Sarantium (Guy Gavriel Kay)
Lord Of Emperors (Guy Gavriel Kay)
A Little Life (Hanya Yanagihara)
The Call of Cthulhu and Other Weird Stories (H.P. Lovecraft)
Un Lun Dun (China Miéville)
The Traitor (Seth Dickinson)
The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet (David Mitchell)
Ellery Queen’s Awards: Tenth Series (Various)
Postcards from the Edge (Carrie Fisher)
The Paris Wife (Paula McLain)
Oryx and Crake (Margaret Atwood)
The Magus (John Fowles)
The Girl in the Spider’s Web (David Lagercrantz)
I, Partridge (Rob Gibbons)
How to Stop Time (Matt Haig)
Methuselah’s Children (Robert A. Heinlein)
Genevieve Undead (Jack Yeovil)
Drachenfels (Jack Yeovil)
I feel like I re-read more old favourites this year than I have in recent years, including some stories that I hadn’t read since I was a teenager (Drachenfels and The Magus, which were both as good as my memory said they would be). There were also some completely forgettable books—I don’t even remember reading the fourth Girl with the Dragon Tattoo book, it was that memorable—and some classics that were decidedly underwhelming (Blood Meridian in particular, although Mrs Dalloway was also more than a little pedestrian).
At the more positive end of the scale, Doomsday Book was excellent, if a little long; The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet was well-constructed and meticulously researched, although I found the ending predictable; and A Little Life was heartbreaking and kept me up late at night, turning the pages in the hope of some relief for the tortured protagonist (hint: there wasn’t any).
Dungeons and Dragons Art and Arcana: A Visual History (Kyle Newman et al)
Once a Runner (John L. Parker Jr.)
The Making of Swallows and Amazons (Sophie Neville)
Leaves of Grass (Walt Whitman)
How To Be Right in a World Gone Wrong (James O’Brien)
Homicide: a Year on the Killing Streets (David Simon)
Creativity, Inc. (Ed Catmull)
The Basketball Diaries (Jim Carroll)
Travels With Fortune: An African Adventure (Christina Dodwell)
React Design Patterns and Best Practices (Michele Bertoli)
A Walk In The Woods (Bill Bryson)
On the non-fiction side, I revisited another very old favourite, Christina Dodwell, whose travel and survival books I devoured as a teenager. Travels With Fortune, her first book, details the experiences that laid the groundwork for all those later works. I also finally got around to reading Leaves of Grass (which was totally different to what I was expecting) and David “The Wire” Simon’s riveting book detailing his time with Baltimore’s murder police.
From Hell (Alan Moore)
Buddy Buys A Dump (Peter Bagge)
Nothing of note here, just a couple of re-reads. I always seem to have the same problem with re-reading Alan Moore—it’s so mind-blowing the first time you read it that, by the time you return for a second time, your expectations are so high that it’s inevitably a let-down.
While I could easily just list my favourite albums released over the last year, I prefer to look back at my actual consumption, both new and old. Sometimes it reflects a stronger than usual roster of new artists and album releases; more often it just shows how long your favourite music and musicians stay with you.
Top 10 artists in 2019
Better Oblivion Community Center
Tegan and Sara
The Wildhearts reclaim their top spot through a combination of a new album release and, well, being my favourite band of all time. Out of the rest of the list, only five (Bon Iver, Billie Eilish, Better Oblivion Community Center, Tegan and Sara, and James Blake) actually released a new album this year, and of those the latter two weren’t even that good, if I’m being honest. I’m not sure why Led Zep managed to chart so highly, either—probably because when I listen to them, it’s usually the epic twin album Remasters from beginning to end.
Top 10 albums in 2019
WHEN WE ALL FALL ASLEEP, WHERE DO WE GO? - Billie Eilish
Better Oblivion Community Center - Better Oblivion Community Center
i,i - Bon Iver
In Search of the Miraculous - Desperate Journalist
All My Heroes Are Cornballs - JPEGMAFIA
Any Human Friend - Marika Hackman
Renaissance Men - The Wildhearts
HOMECOMING: THE LIVE ALBUM - Beyoncé
Nowhere Now Here - Mono
STRENGTH IN NUMB333RS - FEVER 333
Now this is more like it. All these albums came out in 2019; Billie Eilish probably edged it simply by being something that everyone in the family was happy to listen to (which is not something you could say about JPEGMAFIA or FEVER 333). I really liked the Better Oblivion Community Center, Desperate Journalist, Marika Hackman, and Mono albums; the Beyoncé Netflix show was amazing; and FEVER 333 would appear to be a worthy successor to RATM in the political rap-metal genre.
I’m not going to list every film I watched this year, but here are a few notable entries:
Alita: Battle Angel
Blade Runner 2049
I Don’t Feel at Home in This World Any More
Can You Ever Forgive Me?
Wet Hot American Summer
Spider-Man: Far From Home
A Star Is Born
Once Upon A Time … in Hollywood
Stan & Ollie
Brittany Runs a Marathon
Welcome to Marwen
For all that it feels like we never get to go to the cinema any more, I actually saw quite a few new releases this year. The Favourite was probably the weirdest of those; Once Upon A Time … in Hollywood probably the most enjoyable, although Endgame was pretty good too. The rest are a combination of Netflix, Amazon Prime, or visits to Amsterdam’s CitizenM hotel, which boasts a great selection of free movies. It was there I saw Phantom Thread (disappointing, even as a huge fan of PT Anderson) and Can You Ever Forgive Me? (brilliant, understated black comedy).
Now that I’ve started tracking my filmgoing as well as music and reading habits, I suppose I could actually choose a favourite in each category to see out the year:
Favourite book:A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara
Favourite album:Better Oblivion Community Center by Better Oblivion Community Center
For the last year or two, since recovering from a long injury that kept me off my feet (at least as far as running goes), I’ve not been running competitively. In the past, I would enter at least a couple of races per year—half-marathons usually, plus the occasional 10k and our local village charity race—but when I returned to regular running I decided that I would stop ‘training’, and instead stick to a simple routine where I didn’t need to care about my pace or mileage. During my new schedule of bi-weekly runs, I would constantly tell myself that “speed doesn’t matter” and “you’re not in a race” whenever my body would try to step up the effort. I tried hard not to fall into a pattern of trying to beat my own previous pace.
Lately, though, I’m starting to think that perhaps that desire, to find out just how fast you can go if you really try, is an unavoidable part of running, and I should just embrace that innate need to go faster and to be better. I know I want to run in the 2021 Amsterdam marathon, and I have a target time, so why not do what I can to help my body go faster? Hell, I’m already faster than I was ten years ago.
I know that I don’t want to go the whole hog, counting calories and obsessing over high-protein recipes, but I think taking some aspects of my chosen form of exercise a little more seriously might pay dividends.
Nowadays, of course, working for a multinational corporation in the era of the design system, there is little need for truly inventive design solutions. The problems we tackle are predictable, and understandable through research; the answers are rooted in tried and true patterns of human behaviour and methods of communication. Of course, there are a myriad large and small decisions to be made within each project, but the set of potential blocks from which to construct a solution is known, and mostly finite.
So I’ve never really needed to stretch myself too far outside my comfort zone. On those rare occasions when I do attempt something creatively daring, I inevitably get caught up in the left-brained minutiae of grid measurements and spacing, or the mathematical relationships between colours—unable to simply nudge things around the page until they ‘feel right’, or pick a few colours that ‘just work’. The result is always disappointing, and I find it incredibly hard. In the space between appreciating good design and the ability to create it oneself lies an Imposter Syndrome-triggering black hole of frustration.
In 2020, though, I’ve decided it’s about time that I do something about it. While it probably won’t replace three years of studying at art school, I’m hoping that a generous handful of courses via LinkedIn Learning, Coursera’s Graphic Design specialisation (offered by the California Institute of the Arts), plus a dash of regular practice, will help me quash that sinking feeling whenever someone asks me to “design something” … and fill the yawning gap in my skillset that has haunted me for too long.
Why is there no physical social media? Updating your current status online, across myriad platforms, has become such an intrinsic part of modern life but I find it curious that nobody yet seems to be interested in bringing that information offline and into the physical world.
Why are there no badges that reflect your current mood, or hats that display the song you’re currently listening to? We have digital photo frames in our homes, but no digital photos on tote bags or car windows. And people will decorate their avatars with in memoriam frames or political protest banners, but very few are willing to wear any visible indication of sentiment or belief beyond an occasional red poppy.
Since Phase 2 of World of Warcraft Classic launched last week, bringing with it the PvP honour system, levelling has become rather more challenging. My priest is level 51, which puts me square in the sights of every level 60 player looking for some easy points while we wait for the actual PvP battlegrounds to be released; in the space of a few days, the game went from generally fun to at times boringly frustrating.
So, to avoid the non-stop roaming gank squads, I’ve picked up a new game to play for a couple of weeks. Batman: Arkham Knight is the fourth and final game in the series released by Rocksteady, and brings back just about all of the heroes and villains that featured in the previous installments (Arkham Asylum, Arkham City and Arkham Origins) while changing little of the gameplay fundamentals that garnered all the games generally positive reviews. Even better, it was free; one of the better Epic Store giveaways — they actually gave away all the Arkhamverse games, plus all of the LEGO Batman games, in a single week!
I was a little unsure whether my iMac Windows partition would be able to handle running such a graphically intensive game, particularly when the hand-to-hand combat can sometimes require decent reflexes, but it actually runs fairly smoothly, albeit at a slimmed down 1600×900 resolution instead of the native 2560×1440. Again, 2015 seems to be the most recent vintage of game that I am able to comfortably play, but with such a wealth of options being given away for free, I can hardly complain.
Since 2007, all of my computing has been done on a Mac, both at work and at home. The smooth user experience of OSX (or MacOS, as it’s now known) was, and still is, light-years beyond whatever Windows can offer, and I have never regretted leaving behind that never-ending cycle of updates, patches and virus warnings.
Of course, every silver lining has a cloud, and going Mac-only obviously leaves a significant PC-shaped hole in one’s ability to play the latest games. The situation now isn’t as bad as it used to be, of course; nowadays many games are available on Mac, including just about every new indie title (my guess would be that standardised development platforms like Unity and Unreal can take the credit for this), but it’s still true that you’re unlikely to be playing the latest open-world sim or first-person shooter on a Mac, even via Boot Camp. My 2013 iMac can just about manage to run 2015’s Witcher 3, but anything released more recently is beyond its capabilities.
However, one upcoming game has me seriously considering making the switch back to Windows, and splashing out on the kind of graphics card that needs its own air-conditioning unit. The revamped Microsoft Flight Simulator, due out in 2020, looks AMAZING — just take a look at this:
That’s high-definition satellite imagery sourced from their Bing Maps service, together with live weather data, all streamed from the cloud to your PC or Xbox.
I remember playing the original Flight Simulator back when I bought my first ever PC, probably around 1999-2000. I don’t remember which version I owned, but I do remember spending hours simply following the tutorials as I practiced taking off, circling the runway, and landing my little twin-engine plane back at SeaTac airport. You wouldn’t have thought that following simple instructions could be such an enjoyable gaming experience, but I guess the 37 years that MSFS has been going proves you very wrong.
When I’m driving, if I don’t have one Spotify playlist or another plugged in, I’m a BBC Radio 4 kinda guy. Whether it’s Today during my morning commute, or PM in the evenings, I enjoy the more in-depth news journalism they offer over the banter- and personality-driven Radios 1 or 2. Or, in the very early mornings, when they broadcast the BBC World Service, there’s the possibility of catching a programme on any number of extraordinary, eye-opening topics.
But this week, for a change — or perhaps because there’s only so much Brexit-related election coverage one can stomach — I instead tuned into Radio 3, the BBC’s classical music station, and enjoyed several hours of news-free, politics-free music. It helped that they just so happened to be playing some of my favourite pieces of music, Liszt’s Hungarian Rhapsodies and Copland’s Appalachian Spring Suite among them, but it’s nice to switch off your awareness of the world’s problems for a little while, and just enjoy beauty. I really must make the effort to listen to more classical music.
Today’s new discovery is Seth James DeMoor’s YouTube channel, a near-daily vlog dedicated to running. Like (it seems) all Americans on YouTube, his relentless enthusiasm can sometimes grate a little, but he seems to genuinely have a passion for the subject, and in among the product placement there are some good videos on technique and training.
To be honest, I warmed to him even more when I found that he recently ran his first-ever marathon in Amsterdam, also the location of my own first (and only) marathon race, back in 2011. I think I’ve even stayed in the hotel where he filmed his preparations, and it was decidedly odd watching someone do basically the same things that I’ve done countless times over the intervening years — running through the dark, deserted streets of central Amsterdam in the wind and the rain.
I’m planning to return and run the Amsterdam marathon again in 2021; it will be the 10-year anniversary of my first attempt, I feel in the best shape (and running the fastest) that I’ve been for years, and I am determined to break the four-hour barrier that I so narrowly missed last time.