Outside my ANTHRO7 discussion class: capuchin monkey “games”.
Handsniffing: stick a finger way up your friend’s nose and hold it there.
Eyeball Poking: stick a finger BETWEEN the eyelid and the eyeball and hold it there
Finger in the Mouth Game: stick a hand in your friend’s mouth so your friend can bite it.
My daughter has done all of these things to me while I was breastfeeding her.
On March 28, 2011, a man who calls himself Kurt J. Mac loaded a new game of Minecraft. As the landscape filled in around his character, Mac surveyed the blocky, pixellated trees, the cloud-draped, mountains, and the waddling sheep. Then he started walking. His goal for the day was simple: to reach the end of the universe. Nearly three years later, Mac, who is now thirty-one, is still walking. He has trekked more than seven hundred virtual kilometres in a hundred and eighty hours.
At his current pace, Mac will not reach the edge of the world, which is now nearly twelve thousand kilometres away, for another twenty-two years. In the four years since its initial release, Minecraft has become a phenomenon that is played by more than forty million people around the world, on computers, smartphones, and video-game consoles.
It is primarily a game about human expression: a giant, Lego-style construction set in which every object can be broken down into its constituent elements and rebuilt in the shape of a house, an airship, a skyscraper, or whatever else a player can create.
Reblogged to show my kids.
Patrick Stewart and Ian McKellen are STILL having the most fun in NYC. (Holiday Edition)