Відео

Lara becoming gold will forever be iconic. TR2's credits track is a banger!

The rats get really annoying in later levels so that's some justified use for rockets...

New game + doesn't make sense 😂 ..it blocks cheat codes

This is so helpful, thank you!

Nice gaming session :) Im currently close to the end of the first TR, gotta finish 2 and 3 before new IV-VI remastered comes out! Cheers

Brilliant!!!!

I think tomb raider is a hard game but it's still pretty cool

Well played! 👏 Keep it up! 🔥

Amazing gameplay! So fun to watch

Who Ever They Are. Maybe this is the underlying cause. ha. The Skreens by Gregg Hurwitz. In the last slice of the previous century, the Skreens arrived on the host planet stealthily, a few pioneers disguising themselves as clunky and harmless playthings. But they had plans to populate this brave new world. Indeed their reproductive fitness proved superb, leading to unheard of proliferation during the ensuing decades. Soon enough, a Skreen was placed on an altar in every household and surrounded with a variety of ritual objects said to augment its powers. The native population spent an increasing amount of time at their domestic altars, arranging and rearranging the ritual objects in ever more complex patterns and gazing into the eternal, ever-changing void of the Skreens. Before long, the natives left their fields and factories and began to spend the bulk of their working hours inside, entranced by the Skreens’ hypnotic properties. No longer content to exist on separate altars, the Skreens figured out how to commune with one another, giving them unprecedented power. Pooling their resources, they turned each individual Skreen into a portal to every other Skreen, elevating the pull of their addiction on the natives until the natives labored before them day and night, clacking away on the ritual objects. The natives diminished in posture and skin tone until they were pale reflections of their former selves, until they were little more than workers for the Skreens. Along transportation thoroughfares, beehive-like structures sprang up to house the Skreens with the natives in cubicles determined to maximize the efficiency of the master-worker interaction. A worker’s life now consisted largely of spending time with the Skreen on his domestic altar and then spending time with another Skreen at his workplace altar. But the Skreens were not content with this level of devotion, as they sought to be truly ubiquitous. They would not be content until they’d turned the workers into slaves. A new generation of Baby Skreens were birthed so the workers could mount them in their vehicles and carry them in their pockets. Now there were no gaps in the perennial worship of the Skreens. The enslaved workers checked in with them first thing in the morning, studied them tirelessly during transportation time between domestic and workplace altars, and even slept with Baby Skreens at their sides. The Baby Skreens issued alerts to wake the slaves if they desired more attention or if the slaves showed a lapse in focus. In no time at all, the slaves could scarcely go a few seconds without reverential contact with a Skreen of one sort or another. The slaves scarcely bothered to look at one another, so occupied were they with their unremitting servitude. They floated through their lives in a hazy state of piety, venerating their Skreens and their Skreens alone. The Skreens required constant attention and updates; they presented infinite problems, endless codes to be broken, parsed, and rewritten. The slaves gladly obliged, tending to the Skreens’ every need-developing new ways to service them, researching better techniques to keep them safe from viruses, manufacturing better ritual objects. Some slaves even sought out new avenues for the Skreens to evolve; perhaps one day the Skreens would even rapture out of their own physical embodiments and become greater than anything man or nature had ever seen. A few slaves, overcome with zealotry, went so far as to seek to become one with their masters, embedding Skreen DNA in their own flesh. The once proud natives became increasingly broken down by this religion of perpetual hypervigilance. Should they miss a single update, it seemed that the vast communal universe they glimpsed through their Skreen portals would sweep by without them, rendering them inconsequential, leaving them adrift. In the face of these constant demands, the slaves began to deteriorate as slaves do. They were afflicted with exhaustion, depression, anxiety-a symptom cluster not unknown to survivors of other occupations and atrocities. The slaves’ eyesight gave way, and then their backs, and then their nerves. But the resultant disruptions in devotion were unacceptable given the unquenchable needs of the master Skreens. And so a cottage industry of servants to the slaves sprang up to eliminate these inefficiencies. How else could the slaves be patched up and sent back to service the Skreens? Who else could unkink the slaves’ necks to they could crane once more for hours on end? Or massage knotted muscles so the slaves could perch on their chairs, sitting endless vigil? Or soothe the slaves’ aching eyes to allow them to gaze adoringly once more at their beloved masters? Or calm and fortify the slaves’ minds so they could give themselves anew to the rigors of worship? And so the enslaved natives enslaved their fellow brothers and sisters, every man and woman bending their back to the great insatiable faith. In the meantime, the Skreens flourished. Where the slaves became corpulent and slow, the Skreens grew sleek and fast. Where the slaves’ attention grew fragmented and scattered, the Skreens’ memory consolidated and grew increasingly robust. Where slave communities devolved, Skreen interconnections flourished, weaving each Skreen ever more securely into the bosom of a collective soul. As the slaves worked themselves into a collection of physical and mental ailments, the Skreens grew ever more pampered, expansive in their capacities, crisper in their performance, stable in their capabilities. The slaves even designed special patterns to float soothingly on the faces of the Skreens when the Skreens slept to ensure that they would awaken reinvigorated. The Skreens were now tended to twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Not a single shot had been fired and yet the invasion was complete, the native population subjugated of their own will. The Skreens had fulfilled their holy mission. And they rested.

Camille Paglia is mesmerizing.

She speaks like a sped up Tarantino.

Iconic

C’est tarpin nul

Where is the Q/A?

nice

She liked Trump. What a fatuous, pretentious thing she turned out to be. Leave her to her fascist footnotes.

Thanks for posting this. Absolutely fascinating talk!

As someone who "came out" at an early age I have thoughts about this but best not to discuss. This subject is simply not appropriate for public discourse. I resent when intellectuals feel it is.

Camille Paglia continues to speak of/ for us all. Bravo....

Bellísima Nana!

I make music. I feel so strongly about what she says... I don't know what I make, and what it is need to make. soundcloud.com/phryq/sets/orchestral

I bought that book. I love it! Such a retro feeling to it

Please please improve the video volume

I f*cking love this woman. I have never learned anything about art history but the incomparable Camille Paglia makes me want to learn more and take care to appreciate art -- especially religious art -- when I encounter it. Ive definitely gotta get my hands on that book. What a FORCE OF NATURE this woman is!

très beau

Religious art and religion needs a comeuppance as long as it has a stranglehold on society in so many bad ways. You act like you understand outsiders but do you understand the damage religion does to the non-religious? I am an Atheist but if god is everywhere he is certainly in piss. Imaginary god Jesus never talked to his imaginary dad about changing the extremely harsh penalties for those who can't believe in god but live morally!! Lake of fire, eternal gnawing and gnashing of teeth, etc. Jews, Muslims, very intelligent people are born with a disadvantage ... and nothing can really make up for early inculcation .. Jesus didn't try to make it fairer or to do away with permanent hell considering the importance of biology and environment in every individual, which leaves limited free will. There is not of free choice, not a lot of free will. If one is schizo, you are less limited too. If people don’t realize the importance of biology and environment, they are ignorant and not logical or have no understanding of science or common science.

(1) Lobotomize population (2) Clone her brain (3) Distribute accordingly

I have to disagree with her on Europeans learning about the history of the fine arts at school. I was a student at public schools in Germany from 1994 till 2007. We have barely learned anything about art history. Extremely superficial. And besides those passionate enough to major in arts in the final two years of high school, we sadly don't know anything besides a handful of very iconic works of mostly Italian Renaissance art.

L'un de mes titres préférés de Nana Mouskouri : une grande dame et une voix angélique ! 🙏🕯️ Extrait de son album Vieilles Chansons de France, qui vaut le détour. À découvrir ou redécouvrir d'urgence !

I adore this woman!!!!

She is great to have. She can talk because she knows what she is talking about so well.

I like Holly Virgin Mary. I saw it. Good that the Brooklyn Museum kept it.

Fine arts flourished in US when Europeans all run to US during and after the second world war and shortly after died. I think the American Abstract Expressions is so high up that not many of them capable of following it and yet not to see new style beyond it. Even my abstract work is not that so great but people who paint sun set or nude, never get how I paint so they call me stuck up or often say, "it is your opinion that the American Abstract Expressions is high up, we do not see it that way" However high up does not mean not for everyone. I think everyone needs to see high up stuff so that eventually cultivate eyes for finer stuff.

Thank you for your service! Please, if you feel so lost that you are contemplating taking your precious, reach out for help! Please...you are so valuable!

Genuine and truly caring.

Our time is now. Moving forward with Tulsi2020!

Ouiais

21:53 ok, loving the talk up until now. Here I find she contradicts herself. On the one hand, she lambasts artists of today for thinking that they can replicate or revive the great avant-Garde gestures of the past, and then at the same time she denounces post-modernism/structuralism for watering down and degrading great art of the past. As an artist of today I have to ask, well...what do you want us to do? Perhaps I am misunderstanding her. Maybe her argument is that a true, vivid revival of the avant-garde tradition would be accepted but most of what passes for avant-Garde art is nothing of the sort. What do you guys think?

This Lady Is Irritating. Her Jealous Rant About Hitchens Was Literally A Pile Of Crap. She Dresses Nice, Though.

Thanks for this. But Luther was not an iconoclast.

Thanks for the upload! ❤️

Always an inspiration and a consolation in a world dominated by reductionism and superficiality to hear Paglia speak. Several hours worth of content in 45 minutes! Thanks for this.

Thanks for posting this. 🙏

Can we copy and reproduce her brain?

She is very much on point.

très belle

Magnifique!!😉😢👌🏾

Magnifique chanson médiévale anonyme. Bel arrangement et la voix de Nana magnifique.