Good Enough is Enough

I have a running list of games I remember from my childhood that I add to whenever I think of one. I always think there can't possibly be any more game memories to unearth, and I'm always wrong. For this one I blame/credit zorealis, who brought it up during one of our regular nostalgia rambles.

Wheel of Fortune is a letter-guessing game based on the long-running US game show. It's like Hangman, or if the kids don't play Hangman anymore then it's like Wordle. The added strategy element is that before you guess a letter you have to spin the wheel to determine how many points your guess will be worth if it's right. The wheel also features bad outcomes like skipping your turn or losing all your points.



This DOS version of the game is very easy and probably aimed at children. You can play hotseat multiplayer, otherwise the game provides NPC opponents who don't exactly pass the Turing Test; I found it difficult to lose to them even when I tried. They'd cheerfully guess Q or Z for no reason, even while R and T were still sitting there like so many low-hanging consonant fruits. Poor pixel Vanna White always kept a professional smile on her face as she clapped encouragingly for each spin of the wheel, but I know she was secretly judging us, languishing in her pixel heels as she waited for someone to guess a right letter so she could awkwardly shuffle over there and turn it already, for God's sake.

The reason I was trying to let them win was that I was curious what would happen. When a human player wins, they get to do a solo bonus round. Would it make me sit through the computer doing it too?

( Let's find out )

I don't think I played this game very much as a kid. Even in 1987 there were more engaging options. But if you're like me and have been holding onto memories of it in some dusty disused corner of your hippocampus, you can play Wheel of Fortune in your browser.

subtitle that didn't fit in the subject line: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants

Robin Wall Kimmerer is a botanist and an enrolled member of the Citizen Potawatomi Nation. The "braid" of the the title refers to the interweaving of Western science with Indigenous knowledge to create a way of looking at the world that is stronger than either one alone. In a series of wide-ranging essays she elaborates on this idea from many angles, exploring the economic and cultural factors that lead us to feel cut off from the land that sustains us, and the consequences for our environment, our society, and our mental health.

I found the book effective at developing an intuitive sense of what she means and what it looks like to hold complementary truths and change our relationship with the planet. She argues that the problem isn't just seeing the environment as a possession to exploit, but also the common perception of "nature" as something separate from ourselves that we mustn't touch, like a fragile exhibit in a museum that we can only admire with our hands clasped behind our backs. Indigenous relationships with the land are mutual interactions, and active land management in the Americas long predates colonization. She points out that while those of us who aren't Indigenous can't appropriate those cultures, we can still cultivate a relationship of intimate reciprocity with the land we live on in our own way. I was struck by her comment that many North American settlers seem to have one foot on the land and one still on the boat, as if we're not really sure if we're staying. It's been a long time; maybe, for all our sakes, we need to start treating this like home.

The book is beautifully written, and struck me as deeply evocative of the Obama era in its themes of reaching across gulfs of misunderstanding and its appeals to hope. Kimmerer cautions that despair robs us of our agency, which was perhaps easier to say in 2013, but I believe the message is more relevant now than ever.

I have to admit that at close to 400 pages I think the book might be too long, and some of the later essays began to feel like they were reiterating earlier points rather than expanding upon them. It might read better if you interspersed the essays with reading other things rather than plowing straight through, but I have a hard time doing that so maybe it's on me. The book does offer a lot to think about and isn't the kind of material that can be digested quickly, and I expect I'll be thinking about it for a long time.

It's that time of year again...

The 2025 Gender Census is now open!

This survey is open to anyone, in any country, of any age, whose experience of their gender doesn't fit tidily into the strict binary of female/male. It seeks broad statistical data about the language we use to refer to ourselves in English, e.g. pronouns, identity words, titles. The results will be made public for use in activism, self-advocacy, business and academia.

The survey takes five minutes* and is open until August 30th.

* Theoretically, unless the questions give you an existential crisis and you spend longer than that staring into space.