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June 21, 2017

Rumblings

Upgraded Workspace

Thomas and I moved into a new apartment that is a total dream. While our last spot had a room dedicated to being our workspace, it had zero natural light. Our new place sits atop a full wood and metal shop so we have all the room we need for using tools and making messes downstairs—so our desks live in our living room now.

I'm pretty fond of my set up, which is fairly similar to how it was at our last place, just now with ample natural light. I've also figured out a solution for pinning up my work. When we first moved in I was using masking tape, but after a few days the adhesive would literally melt (!) off the wall and leave a residue behind. So I rigged up this string + clothespin system that is working nicely, but we'll see how it scales as I make more planets. 

by Jenna at June 21, 2017 10:17 PM

June 19, 2017

Randy Lubin

Go play the sequel to Sherlock Holmes Consulting Detective!

A few years ago I stumbled across my grandfather’s copy of Sherlock Holmes: Consulting Detective. It’s an amazing collaborative mystery solving game which I wrote about in an earlier post.

Avital and I just played the first mystery of the sequel, Jack the Ripper & West End Adventures, and it’s off to a great start! The production values are incredible: the map, directory, and newspapers are high quality and each case has it’s own booklet. The first case was on the easy side but we also caught a lucky break.

I highly recommend checking it out, but if you haven’t played the original you might as well do that first!

June 19, 2017 04:49 AM

Certainly Strange

Camp Tipsy 2017

Doc, Jon, and I just got back from Camp Tipsy. We were up there since Thursday and it was very very hot – but it wasn’t so bad because it was a very dry heat (and also we had a … Continue reading

by Steen at June 19, 2017 04:15 AM

I before E except Gleitzman

I Love To Make Good Candy

Police Academy 7: Schokolade

June 19, 2017 01:08 AM

June 18, 2017

Rumblings

What is our "movement?"

On a recent family trip, Thomas' father had asked us how the art that we are making in the Bay Area right now will be remembered. It was more of a rhetorical question at the time, but one that I've been thinking about. There is plenty of documentation and memory around the Beats or the Post-Impressionists, for example. I've realized that the bizarre parties that Dali and his pals the Surrealists hosted seem somewhat similar to the type of fun we are producing here in my Bay Area community of artists and weirdos.

I was surprised to think of what we are doing as a thing of cultural relevance, in a historical sense. But maybe its something to consider.  

However, one of the key differences may be that the output of our community is far less lasting and precious. For example, the output of a writer is novels, letters and journals. A painter has canvases and sculpture to hang in galleries and sit in archives. But what we make are experiences, weekends and moments—that happen for a duration of time, and then disappear into our collective memories—and you can't hang those on a wall. 

The art of experience is precious yet fleeting—the Mx. Multiverse party was a beauty pageant for which attendees created their own universes or alternate realities to conceptualize and radically challenge what "beauty" means. But no one takes their costume and puts it on a mannequin to save for the ages. We tear down the microverses that were built for one night only and repurpose the flowers and cages for another time.

We may attempt to document our work, but I fear that for every art movement that is remembered and celebrated, there must be dozens that are forgotten and live on only in the polaroids and memories of its own participants—because, well, you really shoulda been there, man. 

But maybe thats the beauty of it? To live in the moment, be fully present, and know that this very moment will never happen again and will not be able to be shared or transferred through history—so let's make the most of what we have right now in this very time and place. 

Perhaps its grandiose to think that our art can be compared to that of the great artists of history, but I do feel that ALL artists—whether they achieve lasting fame and legacy or not—are the heroes responsible for creating the magic that our world desperately needs—whether they are acknowledged for it or not. 

by Jenna at June 18, 2017 09:14 PM

a digital life

Goodbye, Trevor

A friend of mine passed away last week. Trevor Carpenter was an avid photographer, and the founder of photochallenge.org. It was a pleasure to get to know him and to work with him on the various challenges. He pushed me to become a better photographer, and I know he was an inspiration to many others. So long, Trevor. You will be missed.


by jeremybrooks at June 18, 2017 04:03 AM

I Like Turtles

Leonard's first camping trip

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June 18, 2017 04:00 AM

June 16, 2017

Rumblings

How subcultures die

I just read an article that was shared around an art community that I'm involved in and found it particularly thought-provoking. It's a sociology rant on why subcultures fail entitled Geeks, MOPs, and sociopaths in subculture evolution. It got me thinking about the various subcultures that I am a part of, or have participated in and what it means to be part of such ephemeral cultures.

Its a good social analysis behind the feeling of emerging onto something new and fresh, feeling it peak in awesomeness, and then the sad erosion as it moves mainstream, gets dumbed down and sliced up by capitalists to be consumed by the sheeple. 

It's a somewhat depressing and nihilistic read, but feels pretty spot on when applied to Burning Man, especially in contrast to some of the more closed art communities that I mingle in.  

by Jenna at June 16, 2017 09:14 PM

June 15, 2017

Selena Ross

barely there in big sur (pc gleitz & steve jobs)



barely there in big sur

(pc gleitz & steve jobs)

June 15, 2017 11:29 PM

infinite !!! too goddamn holy !!! (pc kshebz)



infinite !!! too goddamn holy !!!

(pc kshebz)

June 15, 2017 11:28 PM

June 12, 2017

Doctor Popular

GIFs from Akira, the 1988 video game for Nintendo’s Famicom system

Last night I booted up Akira on an NES emulator and did my best to live-GIF the experience. Akira is one of my all-time favorite films and I remember hearing rumors of a 8-bit videogame version released in 1988, but it was only released in Japan for the Famicom. 25 years later, some volunteers worked their asses off to create an updated NES version of the ROM with english translations.

The game sucks. It’s filled with amazing pixel art and a really interesting (and at times experimental) chiptune soundtrack, but it’s downright painful to play without step by step instructions. It often requires clicking on an option that is hard to find (or off screen), or some convoluted sequence of clicks that require clicking on the same option a number of times even though the answers don’t change. At some point it briefly turns into a 1st person shooter, as you dodge bullets in the sewer, that’s super twitchy and kills you instantly, requiring a long slog through various dialogue options just to instantly die again. I hate this game so much.

But the graphics are incredible, so I captured a bunch of GIFs of the game’s best moments. You can download the ROM here and follow this guide for the best experience. FYI, I made it all the way to the final “boss fight” with Tetsuo and Kaneda before the game just glitched out. I’ll have to try another play through to get the ending animations, which I assume are beautiful.


  

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by doc at June 12, 2017 11:58 PM

Certainly Strange

Sworn Duty: Final

So, obviously, I was suuuper interested in saving Emperor Uriel Septim VII, and I found the opening quests in Oblivion suuuper compelling. JUST KIDDING I DIDN’T LIFT A FINGER TO SAVE THE EMPEROR! HAR HAR! There are actually things I … Continue reading

by Steen at June 12, 2017 05:26 AM

Doctor Popular

WordPress Widget Spinner!

WordPress 4.8 came out last week and it’s full of all sorts of new widgets. I get to make a weekly WordPress comic for Torque Magazine, so this week I drew up a feature request for WordPress version 4.8.1

The WordPress widget spinner post originally appeared on Torque, where you can see my weekly WordPress news videos and cartoons.

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by doc at June 12, 2017 04:38 AM

June 11, 2017

Rumblings

a digital life

SaPa

A photo from a couple of months ago in SaPa, Vietnam. These girls are out all day long, selling trinkets.


by jeremybrooks at June 11, 2017 03:02 AM

June 09, 2017

Rumblings

Black Letters

Done with a - F - A - T - sharpie

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by Jenna at June 09, 2017 08:36 PM

I Like Turtles

Mom, Liesl, and Robert in NYC

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June 09, 2017 04:00 AM

June 07, 2017

meninx

Poem #1

This is a well-known story, but this version is credited to Heinrich Boll.

One day a fisherman was lying on a beautiful beach, with his fishing pole propped up in the sand and his solitary line cast out into the sparkling blue surf. He was enjoying the warmth of the afternoon sun and the prospect of catching a fish.

About that time, a businessman came walking down the beach trying to relieve some of the stress of his workday. He noticed the fisherman sitting on the beach and decided to find out why this fisherman was fishing instead of working harder to make a living for himself and his family. “You aren’t going to catch many fish that way,” said the businessman. “You should be working rather than lying on the beach!”

The fisherman looked up at the businessman, smiled and replied, “And what will my reward be?”

“Well, you can get bigger nets and catch more fish!” was the businessman’s answer.

“And then what will my reward be?” asked the fisherman, still smiling.

The businessman replied, “You will make money and you’ll be able to buy a boat, which will then result in larger catches of fish!”

“And then what will my reward be?” asked the fisherman again.

The businessman was beginning to get a little irritated with the fisherman’s questions. “You can buy a bigger boat, and hire some people to work for you!” he said.

“And then what will my reward be?” repeated the fisherman.

The businessman was getting angry. “Don’t you understand? You can build up a fleet of fishing boats, sail all over the world, and let all your employees catch fish for you!”

Once again the fisherman asked, “And then what will my reward be?”

The businessman was red with rage and shouted at the fisherman, “Don’t you understand that you can become so rich that you will never have to work for your living again! You can spend all the rest of your days sitting on this beach, looking at the sunset. You won’t have a care in the world!”

The fisherman, still smiling, looked up and said, “And what do you think I’m doing right now?”

by meninx at June 07, 2017 07:50 PM

Poem #4

This one is called “Maybe” by Erin Hanson

Maybe each life is just an echo
Of the ones that came before
Bouncing off the things they learnt
To land on something more.

Maybe it’s never ending
And our sound just travels on
With distance it gets quiet
But is never truly gone.

Maybe we’ll find peace in our silence
When our time comes to be still
And know our voice can’t last forever
But the truth it carries will

by meninx at June 07, 2017 07:48 PM

Poem #3

This is called “Release” by Danna Faulds

I lay myself down
on the welcoming
ground, the earth’s
spine becoming mine.

Peace seeps into
heavy limbs and
slows my heartbeat
to the pace of nature.

I take refuge
in the quiet, and let
my burdens go,
one by one, until
the earth and I
both float in the
same vast and
holy silence.

by meninx at June 07, 2017 07:47 PM

Poem #2 [#1 currently missing, will find later]

This is by the Funkadelic, called “Good thoughts, bad thoughts”

https://medium.com/media/ca8cc07a0263951a345c3fd4c2823acf/href

Travel like a king
Listen to the inner voice
A higher wisdom is at work for you

Conquering the stumbling blocks come easier
When the conqueror is in tune with the infinite

Every ending is a new beginning
Life is an endless unfoldment
Change your mind, and you change your relation to time

You can find the answer
The solution lies within the problem
The answer is in every question
Dig it?
An attitude is all you need to rise and walk away
Inspire yourself
Your life is yours
It fits you like your skin

The oak sleeps in the acorn
The giant sequoia tree sleeps in its tiny seed
The bird waits in the egg
God waits for his unfoldment in man

Fly on, children
Play on

You gravitate to that which you secretly love most
You meet in life the exact reproduction of your own thoughts
There is no chance, coincidence or accident
In a world ruled by law and divine order

You rise as high as your dominant aspiration
You descend to the level of your lowest concept of your self
Free your mind and your ass will follow

The infinite intelligence within you knows the answers
Its nature is to respond to your thoughts
Be careful of the thought-seeds you plant in the garden of your mind
For seeds grow after their kind

Play on, children

Every thought felt as true
Or allowed to be accepted as true by your conscious mind
Takes roots in your subconscious
Blossoms sooner or later into an act
And bears its own fruit

Good thoughts bring forth good fruit
Bullshit thoughts rot your meat

Think right, and you can fly
The kingdom of heaven is within
Free your mind, and your ass will follow

Play on, children
Sing on, lady

by meninx at June 07, 2017 07:44 PM

Grumkin

Desert Ash (progress continued)

In my blue linen outfit, I wandered out to the kitchen, where Dillon was at work. Since Dad died, Dillon has shouldered the responsibility of cocktails. Tonight was margaritas, of course, in quantity, to go with the Mexican food. A graveyard of lime husks littered the counter. Guacamole, his other specialty[1], had him chopping tomatoes with frustrated intensity. “This knife is shit,” he informed me, mincing the bloody fruit on a comically small plastic cutting board. “And they don’t have any normal cutting boards.” He worked through this sad state of affairs with dogged perseverance, moving on from tomatoes to scallions and then cilantro. His dedication to his craft touched me. I took his picture as he chopped, and posted it on Facebook.

The caterer arrived with huge aluminum containers of beans, rice, enchiladas, chiles rellenos, tamales, miniature flautas, and her own rendition of guacamole, plus chips and salsa. We held a referendum on which guacamole was superior; Dillon’s easily bested the pretender. I was pleased to have a reserve of guacamole in the fridge, even if it was inferior. Guests began to trickle in; two couples whom Mom and Dad had met on their yearly pilgrimage to a Mexican beach town; my mother’s sister Mickey; our cousin Terry. Kendall put on the playlist we made on the plane. Mom, fluttery with hostessing, protested that we were too sweet to think of her, and was her hair okay, and who needed a drink? We all did.      

Mickey, my mother’s older sister, was widely regarded by Websters of all generations as the biggest pain-in-the-ass in the extended family. Tiny, foul-mouthed, and self-absorbed, she was emphatically Dad’s least-favorite sister (there were four other O’Connor sisters besides Mom, all beautiful and obnoxious each in their own way). He would shake his head and close his eyes, muttering “Oh God” at the mention of her name, as though to banish her from his thoughts when she intruded. Mickey’s halo of corkscrew curls and the ceramic white veneers of her smile shone in the late afternoon light from the doorway. She held me to her chest, the two hard round balls of her aging breast implants pressing against me, then stepped back to appraise my appearance. Her daughter Terry, also tiny but polite and solicitous as a reaction to her mother, joined us. Terry, still in contrast to her mother, was a favorite of Dad’s. As we sipped margaritas at the table on the back porch, Terry said that Tic was good with kids. “He was good with animals and little girls. Not so much with teenagers,” she chuckled, “but pre-teens and younger…a genius.” Nope, not so much with teenagers, I agreed.

The party began recounting times with Tic. It had been almost two years since he died, long enough that the trauma of watching his body die had faded from immediate thought, but not so long that his loss was less acutely felt. My California-based natal family had come to Tucson on this April weekend to celebrate what would have been his 72nd birthday and to scatter his ashes.

Dad and Uncle Tom grew up in Tucson; Mom spent her junior-high and high-school years there. Terry split her time between Tucson and Portland; Mickey had lived in Tucson since high school. I happily left my husband and two children in Oakland, Kendall left her boyfriend in Petaluma, and Dillon left his new bride in Boulder to join in this last rite. Mom, no longer having anyone to leave behind, entrusted her house to the housekeeper and gardeners. Also invited for the occasion was Dad’s older brother, Uncle Tom, and his third wife, Gretchen, but they wouldn’t arrive until the next day.

The talk turned to tomorrow’s mission: scatter the ashes at a site in Sabino Canyon, part of the Coronado National Forest in the Santa Catalina mountain range that lay to the northeast of Tucson. Sabino Canyon, a starkly beautiful riparian corridor in the cracks between towering walls of reddish rock and saguaro desert, where Dad had scattered his mother’s ashes 25 years ago, was the place he had chosen for us to distribute his own earthly remains. He entrusted this sacred job to Kendall, whom he correctly pegged as the only member of the family who would actually follow through on the request.

The two white, aging couples talked about other friends who recently died of cancer, as though it were something trendy. These were friends from Mexico, where Mom and Dad began vacationing in retirement. San Miguel de Allende, a favorito of retired US expats, was loved for the richness of the art in the city, which was full of museums and art schools. The markets featured gorgeous indigenous craft items. The houses were large and tiled in terra-cotta, and Mom and Dad went back to the same air bnb every year. They bought a piece of property, Dad with dreams to build an adobe home where they could live out their elderly years. They could be part of a utopian rammed-earth commune, the building already in progress, headed by a gringo couple. They spent six weeks in Mexico every year. These people—Jean and Pier, Bobby and Brenda—they were friends made during the golden years.

Everyone brought booze. Dillon, at Mom’s behest, had purchased six not-cheap bottles of wine, and made an entire gallon of Margaritas; Jean and Pier brought a 6-pack; and Bobby and Brenda two bottles of wine, one white, one red. And everyone proceeded to get drunk.

After one margarita, the food was even less appetizing—the gluey tamales, the soggy cheese enchiladas, the sawdusty beans and rice. Retreating from the progressively more and more sentimental drunks on the patio, I settled onto the beige pleather couch next to Dillon, who was squinting at the corner of the ceiling and neatly dispatching a plate of food. I scooped the remnants of the superior guacamole with the edge of a cardboard-like corn chip.

“Your guac is gone,” I said to him.

“I know.”

“Would Dad have liked this?”

Dillon took a swig of beer. “Well, these people were his friends. He saw them every year. They partied together.”

I had met the San Miguel couples once before, in Trancones, a beach town in Mexico. Another favorito. Eight months before he died, Dad was enjoying the renaissance provided by the first round of chemo, and in celebration/mourning, our entire family took a spring break vacation together. Dad was rail-thin, and his enormous height made him look almost otherworldly, the skin of his face drawn around his handsome cheekbones as though he had become another, much older person.

Dad was using cannabis to manage his chemo symptoms, but only took the CBD strain, disliking the mental high of THC. My husband Tom had brought some medical cannabis chocolate from home, hoping Dad would enjoy it. Dad ate a large piece, then spent several hours lying on the couch with Kendall, Mom and I gathered around him, listening to music. Dad requested Father and Daughter, a Paul Simon song, which made him cry.

I tried to cover my own tears and my shock at his sobs by asking, “Dad, are you super-stoned?”

“I feel pretty good,” he responded, his voice choked.

Dillon had made another one of his famous rounds of margaritas, painstakingly squeezing each hemisphere of lime in his muscular fist. Dillon’s girlfriend Debbie carried a tray of glasses with ice and salted rims out to the pool cabana, with a beautiful view of the beach and sunset. Dad heaved himself off the couch and hefted the pitcher of margaritas, already mixed with tequila, proffered by Dillon, and began to walk slowly down the rocky path after her.  I watched him from the porch, thinking about how the cannabis affected him, as he stumbled down the path, and then stared as his sandal snagged beneath him, and he pitched headlong sideways into the garden, throwing the pitcher of liquid out ahead of him.

We all ran to him.

Dad didn’t hit his head, but he did scrape himself up, and split open his left heel pretty bad.

“Damn chemo gives me neuropathy in my toes,’ he grunted as Kendall and I heaved him up. He leaned heavily on us, bleeding. We took him into the bedroom and put him to bed, all of us shaking and sad. Later we sat without him in the pool cabana and drank micheladas, nowhere near as good as the margaritas would have been, not talking much, each of us trying to find a silver lining, but there was none.

[1] Not counting medieval Spanish history.

June 07, 2017 04:42 AM

June 05, 2017

Doctor Popular

WesBurger activity sheets designed by Jeremy Fish

Update: I just found out that I won the placemat coloring contest. I didn’t even know it was a contest 🙂 So I guess my placemat (and others?) will be hanging on display at WesBurger for a bit.

I’m a big fan of WesBurger N’ More, the fantastic burger shop near Mission and 19th st in San Francisco. The place has a great look to it and the burgers are terrific. On our last visit, I was stoked discover a stack of activity sheets that were custom designed by Jeremy Fish, one of my favorite local artists.

I grabbed a sheet and some crayons and did some coloring before our burgers arrived. I had so much fun that I took the sheet home and added some cheap watercolors to it. These are the results:

WesBurger activity sheet by Jeremy Fish

Wes Burger's activity page

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by doc at June 05, 2017 03:58 PM

Certainly Strange

Native Bee Talk

Today, Doc and I went to the native bee talk at Heiðrún Meadery, up in West Marin today. It was great, we got to learn a lot about native bees, and then we got to walk around and look at … Continue reading

by Steen at June 05, 2017 04:15 AM

June 04, 2017

Diegetic Games

Good Morning Spaceland

Good Morning Magicland was my submission to the 200 Word RPG Challenge. I’ve since playtested it a few times and it continues to be a fun, ridiculous worldbuilding game.

Earlier today, I tested it with a science fiction setting. I wasn’t sure if it would work but it turned out great! The highlight may have been a new extreme sport: zero-gravity cobra throwing.

While the game works well with creative / improv types, I think it needs a little more structure for casual storytellers. Next time I play, I’ll have players pick from a deck of cards that includes show and guest types.

As always, I’ll post updates here. Until then, you can email me at randy@diegeticgames.com

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June 04, 2017 08:18 PM

I before E except Gleitzman

June 03, 2017

Grumkin

June 02, 2017

a digital life

X of 365

A few years back, I was doing a 365 project and needed a way to know which ordinal day of the year it was. So I wrote an app to do it. After the 365 project was done, I sort of ignored the app, and eventually it did not work so well on modern iOS systems.

It is a very simple app, and really needed a refresh, so I took a few hours and rewrote it. The result is a clean, simple way to get the ordinal day of the year quickly. It’s a free app, and available on the App Store.


by jeremybrooks at June 02, 2017 05:14 PM

June 01, 2017

Selena Ross

in the heat of the day in sonora, we ran through a sprinkler and...



in the heat of the day in sonora, we ran through a sprinkler and then sang for our friends.

June 01, 2017 08:21 PM

May 29, 2017

Doctor Popular

Yo-yoers react to the fidget spinners fad

I got into yo-yoing in early 1998, just before a massive yo-yo craze swept the world. For the next two years, there were contests in every major city, yo-yos in every corner store, and most schools had some sort of temporary ban on the toy. Since then I’ve seen several different toy fads come and go, including kendamas, hoverboards, tech decks, and razer scooters.

If it wasn’t for that first yo-yo fad, it’s hard to imagine how different my life would be today. I received a couple cool trophies (3rd place World Champ & National Trick Innovator being my two faves), became a regional manager of several yo-yo kiosks, and travelled around the country doing shows (eventually landing in San Francisco). Thanks to those opportunities, I’ve never liked to complaining about any of the other fads as they come and go. When you’ve had a career as a “professional yo-yoer”, it’s hard to imagine calling someone out on whatever weird hobby they happen to have. Fad or not.

It has, however, been interesting to see the yo-yo community react to the recent fidget spinner boom. I tend to think that the younger players, who weren’t around for the yo-yo fad and it’s eventual backlash, are quick to jump on the fidget spinner hate-train, while the older players are trying to figure out how to encourage fidgeters to cross over into other skill toys.

As an example, here’s a recent rant by Brandon Vu, who has a stellar series of yo-yo related videos:

Here’s a group of yo-yo and kendama players trying to seamlessly tie in a bunch of fidget spinner tricks into one of their videos:

And here’s Dylan Kowolski showing how to make the World’s Smallest Fidget Spinner using old yo-yo bearings:

And here’s me playing with some magnets… just for shiggles:

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by doc at May 29, 2017 06:30 AM

Certainly Strange

More Pac Man Peysa Progress

Apparently I have a zillion different things I’m working on simultaneously, and I’m like not even close to finished with any of them, so allow me to provide yet another update on the Pac Man Peysa! I mean, I am … Continue reading

by Steen at May 29, 2017 06:11 AM

Randy Lubin

Science Fiction Handbook for the Near Future

Part my process for exploring startup ideas is building models of the near future and extrapolating technology trends. In doing so, I borrow ideas from startups, scientists, think tanks, and *especially* science fiction.

As a way to capture my explorations and to share it them more broadly, I’m thinking about creating a Science Fiction Handbook for the Near Future. This guide would look at different technological and social trends and project their potential trajectories over the next handful of years. It would then cite different science fiction movies, books, and games that play with those trends and highlight some of the best design fiction in those topics.

I’m thinking about creating it as a wiki so the topics can interlink and other folks can contribute. If you’re interested in helping or have ideas about format and contents - let me know!

May 29, 2017 03:20 AM

May 28, 2017

a digital life

Photowalking Chinatown

Last week, Leica SF and Ona Bags sponsored a photowalk in San Francisco. I went with the Chinatown group. It has been a while since I walked with a group. It was a lot of fun! This is my favorite image from the walk.


by jeremybrooks at May 28, 2017 03:11 PM

May 27, 2017

Selena Ross

May 26, 2017

Grumkin

eatsleepdraw: The way you look at me.—EatSleepDraw is working...



eatsleepdraw:

The way you look at me.

EatSleepDraw is working on something new and we want you to be the first to know about it. Make sure you’re on our email list.

May 26, 2017 02:49 PM

May 25, 2017

I before E except Gleitzman

Momma Knows Best

Mom made a delicious rhubard upside-down cake. Tasty, light, and not too sweet!

Snag the recipe here.

May 25, 2017 12:55 PM

May 22, 2017

Certainly Strange

Sworn Duty

OK so for once I decided not to do a Morrowind comic. I’ve started working on an Oblivion comic instead! Let’s just say, the tutorial portion of Oblivion left me feeling… unenthusiastic about everything. Not to mention everybody was just … Continue reading

by Steen at May 22, 2017 04:14 AM

May 21, 2017

a digital life

Tower Bridge, 10 Years

In 2007, I made a picture of Tower Bridge. Last week, I made a similar picture. It is amazing how much the skyline has changed in 10 years.


by jeremybrooks at May 21, 2017 08:57 PM

Diegetic Games

Second BART Larp Playtest

Earlier today, Albert Kong and I ran the second playtest of our BART Larp. You can read an earlier post about the larp and first playtest.

BART Larp Map v2

This playtest went really well and we were able to fix some of the issues with the first iteration. We game many of the characters stronger motivations and created some preexisting relationships among characters. We also played with the flow of information so that players had enough time to confront a crisis before it was too late.

That said, we learned plenty about things to fix for the next iteration. We’re still figuring out the optimal mix of character goals, weaknesses, and network structure to keep all the players motivated and active throughout the game. Larp design is definitely more challenging than designing RPGs or tabletop storytelling games!

Next Steps

We’re going to do another playtest in the next few months based on what we learned during this run. After that we’ll likely share a doc so that anyone can run it in their own city. We also want to try a variant where many (100s?) of people can play it the same day with dedicated NPCs at each stop. Stay tuned!

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May 21, 2017 08:18 PM

I Like Turtles

Liesl's baccalaureate service

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May 21, 2017 04:00 AM