On Tuesday, 6/12 at 2 p.m. PST, I’ll moderate a panel about the Future of Narrative in games at the E3 Coliseum with the great Amy Hennig, Ian Dallas and Sam Barlow. I love the great stories this trio has told, and I’m thrilled about this panel. Full schedule:
I so clearly remember #WorldPoetryDay 2016. Second day of spring in Kabul and it felt like it. Basho to Bukowski to Broadway choreographer with a Harvard biology degree: here are the word and picture snippets I tweeted on the hour through 24 time zones of celebration (poems in comments of original post—click on the picture if you’d like to scroll through them).
I grew up in a little town in New Jersey called Hillsborough . It was during a time, when everyone treated each other like Family. We went outside to play, we got dirty…. We bought chips & candy from the corner store. We played Red Light, Green Light, Kick the Can, Simon Says, Hide and Seek, Dodge Ball, Red Rover, Baseball, Softball and Football. We could ride our bikes to the store, or the park, or down a country road and stay all day. We even swam in the pond or lake or creek when we had the chance. We ate beans & hot dogs, mac and cheese & sandwiches. We walked or rode a bike everywhere and never worried about safety. We never thought to lock our windows or doors at night. We had chores to do around the house, we helped clean off the table after a meal and ate our meals as a family at a table together. We weren’t AFRAID OF ANYTHING, ‘cept our parents. If you fell down you would just get back up. We challenged each other everywhere…King of the hill. If someone had a fight, that’s what it was…a fight. Kids weren’t afraid of fake guns when I grew up. Real guns were just a part of life and we respected them as well as our parents, our teachers, the American flag, the principal AND God. We said the Pledge of Allegiance every time we went to school. We left our houses as soon as we could in the morning and right after school till our neighbors would yell out for their children as a reminder to get in the house for the night. If one kid was called for dinner then we all knew to go home. We watched our mouths around our elders because we knew If we DISRESPECTED any adult there would be a price to pay and we had manners and respect otherwise someone else’s parents put you in your place. I would not trade anything for the childhood we had, for we had enough and we had love and all that made us the adults we are today. Hold your finger down to copy and paste. Please re-post with your town if you’re proud that you came from a close knit community and will never forget where you came from!!
Help me name my new free online class! The target audience is anyone who currently works in technology, or is studying or training to work in technology in the future. If this describes you – which title sounds like a course you might want to take? https://goo.gl/forms/Sfd8ibzihHAHnBm43 (Click on the link to answer this quick one-question survey! And feel free to share with your networks!)
My book Reality is Broken is only $6.26 on Amazon right now. At that price, you should really give a copy to a gamer you love, or get a copy if we’ve been friends forever and you’ve never read my most super important life’s work <3 <3 <3 just sayin’
R E F U G I A: An Ode to Jen Lemen
Have you ever met a human shelter
A kind of roaming sanctuary
Dawn-soaked, unbridled and following the land?
Press your ear to some abandoned strip of dirt next to the freeway and be cradled by her voice: silk ribbon. Mossy soft.
There’s a difference between comfort and shelter.
“Shelter gives us enough ground to behold a wider world. Comfort can dull us to merely seeing, but the porosity of shelter raises us to beholding” as Martin Shaw has said.
But what will you do with your hands, dear lover of the world, and what will you do with your mouth?
– Winding floss and snow fire clay, she will show you.
– Apple cake blossoming in your mouth, she will tell you.
In a forgotten corner surrounded by the slow hard stories of rock and time, you can sleep on a bed of red leaves and lichen.
Your heart will grow wings and migrate the way stories and their carriers do.
Stripped down to your studs, unmapped, pierced and vaulted like the very night sky, you get claimed.
You come to grips.
This is what she means when she says radical hospitality.
And the way you show up for the world
For the work
And for each other
Will never be the same.
One of my C2 Ventures portfolio companies I invested in 3 years ago was acquired by Adobe. Now the next chapter begins with two incredibly gifted co-founders and their team.
Artificial Intelligence and Computer Vision will be foundational components of successful marketing in the very near future, get your popcorn ready.
Congrats to Uru and it’s investors and best of luck moving forward with Adobe. #C2.Ventures #NYCTech #Startups #Uru #CornellTech VentureBeat
Listen! Listen! Here’s our New York Videogame Critics Circle podcast about PlayStation God of War and Nintendo Labo. Most importantly, from educator Rudy Blanco, you learn how we use journalism & games to educate our DreamYard students. With Sherri L. Smith Libe Goad Ackerman Dan Ackerman Scott Stein made the PianoHead Robot.
Listen! I’m on the BBC with Adam Rosser, talking about the place of games in museum culture, and other things such as When The Water Tastes Like Wine. I’m about 15 minutes in but Adam starts by going in depth with the new Victoria and Albert Museum games exhibit.
SpaceX launched the clandestine Zuma spacecraft tonight from Cape Canaveral––the first space mission of 2018.
Clear skies led to a full view of stage separation and boostback burn which was followed by a touchdown at LZ-1 and of course, a sonic boom.
Joey got this streak shot from Exploration Tower, where SpaceX hosted media for the Zuma mission