Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Why I love video games by Juniper

Why I Love ... Video Games
Since my last blog post felt a bit unfocused and rambly to me, I'm going to try something different for a bit. I'm going to approach my next number of posts (dunno how many) focused around the concept of 'why I love ... ' to reflect on things that have been and are important to me. In a time where I'm focusing my time and efforts on a development of self-discipline and the accomplishment of a big life goal, I think reflecting on some of the things that have shaped me would be both pertinent and constructive.

Before I jump in to my first topic, it's time for a quick update on my novel. I've passed the 84,000 word mark but probably should have broken 90k at this point; it feels like I'm inching ahead discipline wise, having a couple of great writing days and then a couple of duds over and over. I'm anticipating the novel to end up around 150k words, meaning if I can keep a 10k words a week pace (entirely doable) I should be finished the first draft by the end of October. I have multiple editing/rewriting passes planned after that - one for grammar and punctuation, one for tone and flow, one for cohesiveness and consistency - so it won't be done done until sometime in November. Having an actual rough date of completion is, however, huge for me. I could actually finish this thing in the near future. The problem is, as soon as I realized this my brain went into celebration mode and forgot about all the work to come, and my last 2 days have been pathetic writing wise. Oops!

This post is going to cover 'why I love video games'. Why am I starting with this topic? No reason really, other than it's the one I felt like talking about today.

Video games are super polarizing. There are some people - I know many - who view them as at best a waste of time. Some would suggest video games rot your brain, distract you from what is important, harm your health, and are overall the junk food of society. Then there are some people - I know many - who would claim that video games are the apex of quality entertainment, the fastest growing and most important form of art, an irreplaceable source of social interconnectivity and interaction, and a powerful tool for making us all smarter. I agree with everyone!

I've been playing video games basically as far back as I can remember. Early on in life mostly with my cousin Greg, then with my friends at school, and nowadays with people from all over the world (some who I have met in person, but many who I have not). The challenges out there to overcome both by myself and alongside my friends have proven too intriguing to resist, and gaming became what has been my life's biggest hobby.

My love of video games was cemented by my friends. I remember being an awkward, quiet kid in middle school who had mostly made connections with other kids through shared activities (being in the same class, liking the same sports, enjoying wandering around pretending to be Star Wars characters, etc). At some point, I'm not exactly sure when, the dominant shared activity became video games. The excitement of talking about a recent heroic feat or an upcoming new title was bonding, and it gave me a language and a reason to connect with others much more often. As time went on new things came up as the reasons for friendships to form, but if I'm honest I don't know if there is any singular thing I can point to that brought me more friendships and connections than a shared love of video games has. Many of the friendships I formed over gaming have lasted to this day, and a number of people who will likely read this blog are among them.

Challenge. Exploration. Discovery. Connection. These things drew me into video games right from the very beginning and have stuck. I always enjoyed school, I loved to learn, I read books voraciously, I hung out and played with friends whenever I could, but there was something about video games that scratched an itch those other things didn't. I think, more than anything, it was the combination of all of these elements in one place that was so powerful. What books often made obscure and hard to understand, games made vivid and obvious. What adventure reality buried under homework and responsibility, games made accessible. What freedom circumstances tarnished as hurts and confusion piled up around me, games provided with no burdens or expectations. When school was too easy, games provided challenge. When school was too hard, games provided escape. When friends were plentiful, games provided a mutual activity to connect with. When friends were hard to come by, games provided companionship in frequented servers and guilds. Some people find it hard to believe, but I have made genuine and lasting friendships through games I have played. I have helped people through trying times and spoken into the lives of people I have never met but through chat messages. It has been reciprocated as well; there have been friends whose faces I have never seen that have helped me through dark days and nights. In many ways, gaming has been like a multi-tool for me; versatile and useful when the proper component is applied at the right time in the right way.

Another reason gaming has stuck around as my biggest hobby for so long is that I'm generally really good at it, and being good at what you do for fun is nice! I love learning new things and seeing improvements in my understandings and skills; I am also naturally quite competitive. My love of sports stems naturally from these attributes. However, for various reasons (which I may or may not expound upon in a later blog post) sports have been pushed into minor-hobby territory for most of my adult life. Without a lot of sports to satisfy my competitive streak, I turned to video games. The one game that I can claim some level of high-end accomplishment is World of Warcraft. After many years of casually playing I started to take my play more seriously and joined a competitive team. At the beginning my goal was to prove that I could play at a competent enough level to keep up with the team, who were at that time among the top 400 teams in North America. Within a month, I was competing for the top position in the team. Some nights I played well enough to rank in the top 50 players of my class in North America, and a few times I managed top 10. Eventually I had to make a choice: double or triple my time investment and turn what was still a hobby into a veritable part-time job to move up to the next tier or be satisfied with my accomplishments. I chose to be satisfied. Sometimes I look back and wonder if I would have made it to the top; part of my is confident I would have. To this day I still raid from time to time, never more than a few times a week. I still feel the temptation to push myself to the top again, but there are too many other things going on to give that much time to it.

All in all, when I think about what I have done that has pushed my skills past their limits to new heights, raiding is what comes to mind. I have friends who have found a lot of success in music and sports. When people look at what they accomplished it is easy for them to see what their efforts and talents have wrought. Yet most people will never recognize what I was able to accomplish because it was in a video game. There is a side to being a gamer that is difficult to overcome; the stigma attached to it. Video games aren't as healthy as sports are, not as presentable as music or dance, not as tangible as chess. They lack tradition because they are so new. And yet they contain almost all of the elements that make sports, music, and other classic games so interesting, and what makes performing them skillfully have value. I have found value in what I have been able to accomplish in my raiding. Knowledge that I can push my limits. Confidence in being able to accomplish something I once thought would be impossible. Discipline in the repetition and failures involved in making it to the top (or close to the top, in my case). I even learned a lot about leadership and teamwork by being a part of a group of 20 people pushing for the same goal over many months. A treasure trove of valuable lessons that are hidden away from people's perceptions because they view them as 'just a video game'. Fortunately, that does not lessen the personal value they have to me.

With all of this said, I am well aware that gaming can be a vice. I have not been free of that side of it. There have been times where I can look back and say I have been addicted to gaming, where I used it as an escape from life for too long. There have been times where my desire to accomplish a goal or attain an achievement in a game have cost me health and wellness, usually due to me not sleeping enough. There have been people I have hurt by prioritizing a game over them. More often than I'd like to admit I've spent time playing that I should have spent working towards certain things. Sometimes there can be a fine line between using gaming as a way to relax and have some fun and using it as a way to avoid responsibilities or procrastinate. Even this week, there are times where I meant to write or clean or message someone I haven't talked to for a while and then, instead, I spent a bunch of extra time gaming instead simply because it was a lot more fun.

Video games are polarizing, and one of the best examples of that is within my own self! I understand their value; they have enriched my life in many ways, helped me through tough times, inspired me, driven me to push my limits, connected me with others, and entertained me more than almost any other form of media or art. I also understand their vices; they have distracted me from my goals and intentions over and over, harmed my health, and have whisked away months worth of time with little tangible to show for it. At this point in time I'm working through figuring out the place video games have in my life. I no longer need to rely on them for escape or relaxation; I have many other - oftentimes healthier - ways of meeting those needs. I no longer need to rely on the community I find in them for my socialization, although I still have valued friends I spend time with online. I no longer have the excuse 'I have nothing better to do' to justify my playtimes, although I still derive huge amounts of enjoyment out of playing. I don't even need them as an outlet for my competitiveness or drive to improve; writing is proving more than enough of a battle in that arena.

Some people's idea of a perfect holiday is lounging on the beach, drinking Pina Colada's and letting the sound of the waves soothe their troubles away. Other people might instead prefer excitement and challenge, maybe by heading up to the slopes or into the woods. Others yet might prefer just a chunk of unadulterated time with family or friends, caring less about the activities than about spending time together. Each of those things sounds great from time to time, but my quietly-held-secret of a perfect holiday is holing up for a bunch of days in a comfy place with yummy food and losing myself in my favorite virtual worlds without any worries of responsibilities being shirked or people being forgotten. Some people who know I like to do this simply can't understand; to them it looks like an absurd waste of time and opportunity. But some people do understand, a group that luckily includes my wife. She is great at making sure my forays into virtual reality don't stretch on to unhealthy lengths, and has come to learn the value and fun I find in them.

So why do I love video games? Lots of reasons! Should I love video games less? Sometimes, definitely. They can become a vice for me, but the trajectory of my habits and choices points towards me getting better at that all the time. Am I going to stop playing video games? I have no plans to, although I think I should tone back how much time I invest in them and use those hours for, say, writing novels! Would I be better off without them? Some days, yes. But there have been many days that I think they have given me something valuable, whether that be a challenge, a lesson, a friend, a distraction, or even just a bit of fun to make my life a little bit better.

Next post: Why I love literature.              



PS: I may have hurt some family members feelings a couple of posts back by not including them in my recollections of what I had been doing. So just to be safe, I just want to say I've had a wonderful time getting to know all of the following family members better since I came to Costa Rica: Venus, Annie, Burt, Arlene, Calisha, Danica, Evan, Florence, Walter, Gladys, John, Aidan, Sion-Ed, Kai, Eldon, Kenia, Karelia, Donovan, Karina, Daniel, Sam, Jared, Tyler, and Lani. Hopefully there aren't any family members I missed ... nope, I think that list was pretty exhaustive!

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Pura Vida by Juniper

The term 'Pura Vida' is, perhaps, the most popular Costa Rican phrase. You see it on a huge proportion of tourist paraphernalia, hear it more often than not in any extended interaction with locals, and see it plastered on signs most anywhere you go. It is a native Costa Rican term for 'pure life', but it can mean much more than that. It symbolizes the local philosophy of life, that being a pure life is one of enjoyment, fun, and an underlying easygoing nature. It means to take life as it comes and to live life fully. Often locals use the term to communicate that life is going good regardless of troubles. It can also mean lots of different - and much simpler things - in conversation such as hello, how are you, or even the equivalent of the Western answer to every inquiry into someone's current state: good!
The constant usage of this simple phrase begs comparison between my home culture and the one where I currently reside. It emphasizes how expectations of what one's life should entail can be so very different simply based upon where you are born. And it's got me thinking a bit.

I do not claim to be an expert on culture or history, so correct me if my thoughts and conclusions on such topics are off the mark. From what I understand, a defining component of Western culture has been the shaping and molding of basically everything it can get its hands on. It sees a tree and thinks 'If I chop that down, what can I use it for?' It sees a new culture and thinks 'What do they have that we want; the rest we'll fix.' It sees a human being and thinks 'What more can they become, and how do we get them there?' It sees the arc of history and thinks 'How much more can we bend it to our ends?' Words that seem to describe Western thought and culture to me are progressive, aggressive, impatient, rational, assertive, objective, and critical. (There are many more, of course, but I'll leave the list like that for the sake of this post).

I do not know nearly so much about Latin American culture or history - I'm slowly learning. There are, however, some general patterns that stand out to me from a purely Costa Rican cultural perspective. The cultural compass isn't pointed towards progress or domination or mastering nature - although that's not to say those things aren't valued or practiced here - but rather towards the appreciation of what we already have and know. It is much more focused on the now than the future. It puts a lot more effort into the subjective layers of life. It does a lot less of the throwing away the good things it knows it has in an attempt to find better than we do in the Western world. I don't know what a Latin American mind thinks when it sees a tree or a new culture or a human being or the arc of history. It's bound to be different, and so it seems I have some learning to do.

The reason I make these comparisons is that, in some ways, I find the conflicting natures of these different cultures a macrocosm of what I and many people I know wrestle with inside. My thoughts on this topic feel a jumble in my head at the moment, so I'm going to try and communicate a few things as succinctly as I can. Below are some questions I find profound that I think stem from this topic and touch on the struggles of many trying to figure out what life should look like to them.

Can living in the moment make one impotent at impacting the future? Can focusing too much on the future render one oblivious to the present?

How much effort should I put into changing the world if the more I push the more unhappy I am? How much contentment is sufficient to say 'I am happy, now what can I do to serve'?

If every tree I chop can be put to good use, how many will be sufficient? The more we hold sacred the less we can change, so what are we willing to sacrifice in the name of progress?

There are many things in me that are broken. Which do I leave behind, which do I live with, and which do I repair?

How much is enough?

Perhaps these struggles arise from growing up in Canada, where different cultural mindsets are genuinely allowed to be explored and people with different - or even conflicting - basic beliefs about what life should be somehow manage to live together peacefully on the whole. Maybe everyone struggles with these things, regardless of how ingrained in one cultural perspective they may appear on the outside.

I have a sneaking suspicion I've fallen into an old habit of posting something online in a state where my thoughts haven't quite reached maturation and thus what I've said is more confusing to follow than it is helpful. If so, then this blog post can serve as a sort of representation of what my brain is like in those long stretches of time where I'm lost in my thoughts and not saying much. Hopefully there's a bit more substance than that though!

Life update time!

Speaking of Pura Vida, I think it is an apt term for my life right now. I've been struggling with some major allergy issues in our place and washing all the curtains and walls hasn't seemed to solve the problem just yet. I've also been wrestling with discipline and distractions, and I'm not yet at the point where I'm super pleased with my progress. And yet I can easily say Pura Vida. I've had a few of the best writing days of my life this month and surpassed 75,000 words in the novel. I got to spend a few days at my first all-inclusive beach resort last week. I got to help butcher an entire Buffalo (took a big group of us about 8 hours) which was interesting! My days are almost entirely stress free. I get time off whenever I want. I have access to tons of fresh, delicious food basically whenever I feel like putting in the effort to get it/make it. I'm getting along great with my inlaws. I have a top notch wife who is super patient and supportive. I have a killer view and really nice weather. And I'm probably forgetting a bunch of other good things.

Oh yeah, and I'm not currently pulling out my hair trying to figure out how to make room-full's of teenagers listen to me and care about what I'm teaching. I do miss teaching, but man it's nice to not be going through the stress of the start of a new school year right now. I feel totally spoiled.

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Books #20 thru #33

What with beach travels and Erica visiting, I've been reading at a faster pace than normal and have gotten a bit "backblogged" so will be entering a few more than usual here without any attempt at tying them together in any kind of theme. Hopefully you like lists as much as I do!

#20
At last I've found a book of short stories I enjoy! Normally, short stories either bore me or depress me. They bore me because there's not enough time to really get attached to the characters and I can't seem to get invested. They bore me because they tend to be dark and depressing; how else do you make a short story punchy enough to carry any kind of message. Happy short stories seem to end up in one Chicken Soul book or another.

Changing Planes by Ursula K. LeGuin was fantastic. The premise being that, if trained, when you are bored and frustrated at an airport you can slip between dimensions and travel to other planes. Half travel book, half fantasty novel, the short stories each deal with a different world and approaches each descriptively or historically. Interesting, sad, funny; each world deals with issues very much present on Earth. This is the kind of short story book I'd like to write. I can imagine Ursula lying in bed, dreaming up histories of make-believe planets and those that didn't have potential for a full novel, got into this anthology. This novel was all the more potent since I was reading it on an airplane!

#21
An Uncomplicated Kindness by Miriam Toews was a difficult read for me. The story is told from the perspective of Nomi Nickel, a teenager whose mom and sister have both run away, leaving her and her dad trying to survive and understand what happened. Set in a small, Mennonite town in Manitoba, I thought that it would be very relevant to my perspective and understanding but I found the dark depressing tone and the lack of anything positive in regards to the Mennonite lifestyle rather jarring and at odds with my experience. I've seen a lot of negative things in the Mennonite world but I've also seen a lot of positive things such as the emphasis on family and good food and a holistic, frugal lifestyle that is akin to many hipsters today.

  Things that seemed eerily familiar from her book:
        - the whispers of shunnings that happened or might happen if you don't toe the line
        - the expression "oba yo!" (only understandable by Plat Deutsch speakers)
        - the idea of humility and "only God will judge" contrasted with rampant judgement and critisism of                    individuals and of the whole entire world
        - the use of "silly" as an uncontrolled and negative action (as opposed to "goofy")
        - cult-like leaders
        - the non-aggressive but un-socialized staring, rather like what babies and young children do but                       somehow continuing on to adulthood.

  Things that didn't resonate with me or remind me of my childhood:
       - the rampant drinking, drugs, cynicism (probably because I was seven when we left..would be interested to hear what my older siblings would have to say about this book)
      - the divorce (that just didn't happen!)
      - the ignoring of "worldly clothes". In the culture I grew up on, that was cause of shunning!
      - the tv (although she does mention that it was frowned upon; not cause for shunning however).

#22 Bossypants by Tina Fey
I've been wanting to read Bossypants by Tina Fey for a long time and perhaps the build up is partially to blame for my disappointment but, even though it was a quick entertaining read, I didn't think much of the book and will stick to her screen appearances from now on. Fey skirted away from any juicy content or new revelations, wasn't particularly funny, jumped around in a very organized fashion that made it hard to follow and wasn't at all inspiring.

#23 Strangers by Anita Brookner
I've really enjoyed Anita Brookner's books in the past, notably Hotel du Lac but I was disappointed in Strangers. I liked that it was set from the viewpoint of someone older, socially awkward, and introverted. It was a nice change from the normal young, beautiful protagonist.

#24 The Secret of Platform 13  by Eva Ibbotson
  This was a cute whimsical read full of fun new imaginary creatures, kind of like a modern-day Narnia. Would recommend to any kid or kid-at-heart.

#25 The Best Laid Plans by Terry Fallis
    I LOVED this book. Perhaps a little heavy on the workings of the Canadian parliament for some people, it reminded me of my time working in the political system. I found it funny and nerdy and, surprisingly, touching.

#26  Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides
This book was incredibly potent and within a few pages, I was completely hooked! I don't know that I would recommend it for everyone but the personal story of a young child with intersex conditions as well as the family history was fascinating.

#27 Pink Sugar by O. Douglas
   This was an old tattered book on my childhood bookshelf. A sweet story about a world weary woman who is delighted to settle into a small town and make a home for three children whose mother just died. This is exactly the kind of simple book that Scott always makes fun of my reading, since I'm such a city girl who would probably hate this kind of rural utopia, but there is something about this style that brings me back again and again to L. M. Montgomery and Jan Kaaron of the Mitford series and the Irish County Village series by Patrick Taylor. Sometimes, when life is stressful, you don't want your reading to be stressful as well.


#28 Geisha, A Life by Mineko Iwasaki
 Many people have read or seen the movie, Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden. The fact that a book about a long-standing and deeply honoured part of Japanese culture was written by a Western man who, in the process, betrayed sources that wished to be anonymous is offensive to many Japanese people. Geisha, A Life is an attempt at telling the true story and is written by one of the most sucessful Geisha of all time. Although perhaps not as entertaining or plot driven as The Life of Geisha, Mineko's telling is more authentic and realistic and therefore, worth reading.

#29, #30, #32 and #33
 I honestly and truly don't consider myself a book snob. I have books in almost every genre that I love and I don't read based on Oprah's list or the New York Times Bestseller list. I love simple books (See #27) and sci fi (#20) and family history (#26) and memoirs (#28) and self-help (#19) and children's books (#16) and random collections of intersting facts (#13) and many more. However, I do believe that some books will make you a better person and will inspire you and challenge you. Other books might not do more for you than a soap opera and I do try to avoid those.

Part of this list was to challenge myself to not read books that I'd be ashamed to post here. But sometimes, when you're at the beach, or when you're sick and you have a Kobo that has free books available you slip into an easy novel that doesn't require much thinking and I fell into this a bit the last week when I was both at the beach and subsequently, sick. So four books on this list, I'm not even going to bother talking about. They were all the same; they all had stereotypical gender roles and sickly happy endings and titles like "Melt with Me" and "Wedding Belles". (If you really want to know, you can head over to my Goodreads account)I'd like to say, I'm not even going to be ashamed...but despite my desire to not be a book snob, I can't help but be a little bit ashamed for wasting my time on these when I know there is much better material out there.


#31 The Perfume Collector by Kathleen Tessaro
  While some might deem this "light summer reading" I really enjoyed The Perfume Collector and, unlike my previous reads,  I'm not ashamed to post it here! Split into two different timelines, it is the story of two women from two different times joined by a mysterious will. Poignant, sad but with a classic touch of flying the coop: a mysterious benefactor sets things in place for one to leave a stagnant position and find freedom, joy and meaning in a new environment. Something I could really relate to and probably something most of us still desire: something more and something better!