Renaud van Strydonck

Renaud van Strydonck

Portrait of a Game [ Designer / Developer ]

Word of the Day: Kikset

Hello my little kittlings, Communication is complicated : I don’t think many people realise just how complicated it really is.  It’s actually quite incredible that we ever manage to understand each other at all. Imagine, if you can, that this web log is a message in a bottle, (Pay attention, now, this is something of a magic… Continue reading

How Many Miles to Babylon?

“How many miles to Babylon? Three-score miles and ten. Can I get there by candle-light? Yes, there and back again. If your heels are nimble and light, You will get there by candle-light.” – old English nursery rhyme So, the power blew out. The power blew out, and I spent half-an-hour looking for the fuse… Continue reading

The Golden Rule

“Forming a kind of initiated priesthood, secrecy is the general rule. A modern occultist cult sums up this almost primordial urge for secrecy in one of its dicta: Knowledge is Power; Knowledge shared is Power lost” [1] The inimitable Matt Jones (who wrote such digital gems as the Bourne Infrastructure) recently posted a fragment of Greg… Continue reading

For $1,000,000 (and a Cup of Coffee): the Prayer Dynamo

“Hullo London.” “Hullo John Constantine.” “How are you then, London?” “All right. Full of people. Raining. You?” – Neil Gaiman, Dream a Little Dream of Me As you might have noticed, I like Robert Archambeau‘s Citation Suite. Whenever I think of cities, my mind wanders to his text.  Something about its structure must echo patterns of… Continue reading

Level Up⇪

“[…] If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’ […]” – Rudyard Kipling, If I have tried to explain these ideas several times, now… [I should, perhaps,… Continue reading

…und sie zittert da heute noch

“When the child was a child  It walked with its arms swinging,  wanted the brook to be a river,  the river to be a torrent,  and this puddle to be the sea.” – Peter Handke, Song of Childhood  Today, I am one year older than I was a year ago. As happens every year, on… Continue reading

Who made your Alphabet?

“If thought is like the keyboard of a piano, divided into so many notes, or like the alphabet is arranged in twenty-six letters all in order, then Mr. Ramsay’s splendid mind had no sort of difficulty in running over those letters one by one, until it had reached, say, the letter Q.  He reached Q…. Continue reading