Charging Windmills

The Ingenious Gentleman himself, bested by a windmill (?); image by Gustave Doré, from 1863 - image in the public domain.

We all face foes of different sorts. It's almost (almost) trite to say. For some, these are giants; for others, windmills; in the case of Don Quixote, we're ultimately left wondering. For me, lately, my giant/windmill is the Extraneous. I know what I value in life (such an outcome the culmination of 28 years of living), yet even in a relatively unrestrained summer, I still find myself engaged in activities that are rather contrary to my perceived purposes. I am reading far too much, and writing far too little; one's action is subsumed by the witnessed and recorded actions of others. There seems to be something there worth discussing. 

Yet! One giant/windmill has been successfully (I suppose that's debatable) encountered: there is a new article up on Hateno Village and the Ancient Tech Labs of Necluda and Akkala, though the focus is certainly on the quaint village itself. I spent a few hours upon the beaches of Lurelin Village yesterday, and that will be soon to follow. Charming places all.