play, ludology & games inform elements of my current research, I've written, designed, made, and managed all sorts of computer games over a twenty year period, from console to very small flash based art games to the largest commercial titles produced for PC by Microsoft.
First a question: “Just how wrong is it to request tomato ketchup in a Parisian restaurant? Answer from experience: it is wrong, very wrong indeed and on so many levels, and that is before I even mention menus or how incredulously wrong when witnessed by others, whether discerning dining companions or fecund fellow customers, that’s before an attempt at factoring in the utter disgust lurking in the narrowed pupils of Parisian restaurant employees. Don’t mention the chef it’s wrong wrong wrong like designing Spandex Speedos for the sheep of Achill Island, wrong wrong wrong.
Henry Ford famously said if he had first consulted his customers, they would only have wanted a faster horse. Without any customer consultation whatsoever I imagine what today’s game industry might want tomorrow ?
I'll just add a link here: http://tapor.ualberta.ca/taporwiki/index.php/Day_in_the_Life_of_the_Digi...) to a very interesting worldwide event; Geoffrey Rockwell's Day Of Digital Humanities. This is the second year I took part and as ever I was under time pressures for many other things, the fact that it seems to fall around the Saint Patrick's Day festival each year, means that inevitably there's a bit of a cafutter. (don't look that word up, I just made it up)
I resisted writing, speculating, pontificating, screen slobbering here on my website for the last number of weeks. (business brains might call it the first quarter) Firstly and perhaps most obviously because cataclysmic events around our world, Australian floods, New Zealand earthquakes, the revolutions or uprisings and consequent loss of innocent life in Tunisia, Libya, Egypt and most recently the triple tragedies in Japan threaten to render these scribblings as utterly infantile and wholly irrelevant in that context of such real world human strife. I haven’t even mentioned the wars.
On the occasion of the announcement of his intention to not seek re-election. I began writing a short entirely fictional cabinet scene between a certain Dermot and a less certain Brian.. It began as the end of a much longer post A tale end of the Celtic tiger… ( Long) which I archived there should you want to read a bit of background.
I’m flabbergasted or maybe just aghast, €349 or $483 (or even 21,476.54 Indian rupees) was the cost to attend this weekend’s Dublin web summit (http://www.dublinwebsummit.com/ ) – with no specific mention of electronic writing, digital poetry, computer mediated narratives, hypertext, or network centric creativity to be found on any or indeed any individual agenda – and there was supposedly a waiting list ? I know two of the guys speaking and I’d gladly pay to hear either or both of them.
"There can be no society without poetry,"
I didn’t take the opportunity to post here because family, life and death dictated otherwise. After a wonderful summer, full of inspiration, joy, energy and splendid Moorish Spanish sunshine, I also had PhD transfer panel stuff, family commitments, various other workloads, and a golden vein of scholarly research corralling my thoughts far away from blogging. Three weeks ago I lowered my uncle Johnny into his cold mud walled grave, the proverbial gentle man, I knew him well all of my life, I was deeply saddened at his departure from this world.