When I was younger, I missed the first Silent Hill game. It was one of those games I always heard about, but never experienced. A few years ago, I decided to play it over a long holiday. I mostly played when I was the only one home and it had a predictable effect on my sleep. The game — while showing its obvious age having been released for the original PlayStation — did an excellent job of creating a foreboding mood.

It's the time of the year where folks do free advertising for their platform of choice share their yearly round-up of music they listened to. While it has its limits, I always have some curiosity about what my provider (Apple) catalogs about me during the year. For the most part, there isn't anything too surprising, aside from the fact that I apparently listened to a lot of ScHoolboy Q in July.

Raiders of the Lost Ark — the first Indiana Jones movie — opens with an iconic scene where the archeologist Indiana Jones is exploring a cave in search of a treasured artifact. After removing the artifact, a giant trap is activated and he must run away from a 12-foot boulder down the corridor. Indiana Jones and the Great Circle also opens with this scene — and amazingly — pulls it off well.

Growing up in the punk and hardcore scene in the 1990s, I was lucky to see a lot of amazing bands and meet incredibly passionate and talented people playing music, putting on shows, publishing zines, etc. Those experiences exposed me to foundational ideas in my life (like straight edge) and gave me a place of belonging. It taught me that in many ways, culture is something that we can co-create, rather than something handed down from corporations.