Designer Leaves Board Game in Desert for Future Players

This is so cool I just had to leave some kind of reference to it here. I must say this game designer is rather optimistic about the chances of the human race surviving long enough to unearth his game. Furthermore, what if the desert transformed into something different due to climate change? In any case, I for one would love to discover it. But I’d probably not get it, right?

Jason Rohrer’s A Game for Someone isn’t meant to be played by anyone for at least 2000 years.

One of the hardest things about game unveilings is that you’ll usually wait a year or two before you can finally play the thing. Anyone who anxiously counts down the weeks before a pre-order arrives understands this feeling, but that wait is a cakewalk compared to Jason Rohrer’s timeframe. The designer behind Passage, The Castle Doctrine, and Diamond Trust of London has crafted a very special board game whose intended audience won’t exist for at least 2000 years. And to ensure that nobody finds it before he’s good and ready, Rohrer has buried the game and its rules in the Nevada Desert where even an organized search could take lifetimes.

Rohrer’s A Game for Someone was designed for the final Game Design Challenge at GDC 2013. Using the theme of “Humanity’s Last Game”, Rohrer was inspired by cathedral architects whose projects wouldn’t be completed until long after their lives ended. For that reason, Rohrer has done everything humanly possible to ensure that his game won’t be played for generations, going so far as to bury it away from roads and populated areas. According to Rohrer, the location is so indistinguishable from its surroundings that even he isn’t sure how he could find it again.

Since traditional playtesting wasn’t an option, Rohrer built a digital version of the game to be completed by AI. This version was the one presented at GDC, with key features blocked out to prevent anyone from reproducing its mechanics. After the AI rooted out any imbalances, Rohrer produced the game using 30 pounds of titanium, including an 18 x 18 inch board and pieces. He also included rule diagrams printed on archival paper, sealed in a glass tube, and sealed again in titanium before burying it all in the desert.

While no one but Rohrer knows how the game is played, he’s still giving players a sporting chance to find it. Rohrer has distributed over 900 sets of GPS coordinates to each person at the presentation, coming to over a million possible locations. Mathematically speaking, if one person were to visit a location each day with a metal detector, the game would be unearthed sometime within the next 2700 years. Short of a massive concentrated effort to find it this generation, it’s far more likely that a scavenger or technology-laden futurist will stumble across the game when they least expect it. The only question is whether A Game for Someone, now a GDC award-winner, can live up to over 2000 years of hype.

Review: After Dark

After DarkAfter Dark by Haruki Murakami

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

“-Walk slowly and drink lots of water. That’s my motto in life.”
“-Wasn’t it the other way around?”
“-Hey, that could work too…”

This, paraphrased, is one of my favourite lines from the book and the one I remember the clearest. I finally read some Murakami and enjoy it I did (thank you Daphne :D). One reviewer for a big publication quoted somewhere within the book, giving praise for it, summed it up really well: “It’s like David Lynch combined with Richard Linklater’s Before Sunrise!” Spot on. It’s like Before Sunrise because the whole story is set in a timeframe of maybe 7-8 hours, in which time we get to meet two interesting people who don’t really do much apart from talk and know eachother better at the same time as we do. The ordinariness of everything is what makes it so touching and interesting. There is no real drama, at least not the kind you’re used to. No real climax, no real action. It’s just a normal night in Tokyo where ordinary circumstances bring two ordinary people together.

At the same time, extraordinary events described in delicious detail concerning another character unfold. Murakami surprised me with the vividness of the pictures he managed to put in my head. Maybe it was the camera trope. Hey, would that count as cheating or using cheap writing tactics?

In any case, the use of the normal, almost mundane, and the supernatural going hand-in-hand has a lot going for it. Now for more of his stuff!

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I See Green

“Introduce yourself in a creative way.”

“The youth exchange “I SEE GREEN” is a 10 days youth exchange aiming at raising awareness of 30 youngsters, youth leaders and volunteers of 6 countries (Netherlands, Croatia,Romania,Greece,Latvia and Poland) on environmental education with the use of audiovisual media as a tool.”

So I went to the Netherlands, took part in I See Green and I had a fantastic time. So good was it that not only do I want to participate in as many similar programs as possible in the future, I regret having missed opportunities to do so in the past.

It is very hard to convey in words what happened in Ommen. Those 10+2 days were very “experiential” and a big part of what made them special was the bonding that was powerfully, creatively and disruptively (but in a good way) built up between us by the team leaders, the inside jokes that quickly emerged among us and countless other things that really mean little to anyone but us roughly 30 people that took part. It felt like we were all apprentices in this cult’s ceremonies, cut-off from the rest of the world, staying in that old house in the middle of nowhere for the Netherlands’ standards. That closeness was what made it special.

For example, I will never listen to this song the same way:

(trust me, use loud music if you want people to be in a room on time)

I feel I met people that I’d make good friends with, but once again, just like the ones I made in Denmark, these are relationships that are destined to be long-distance from the get-go. Still, all is well. Matija, Karla, Agita, Marian, Vaggelis, Elisavet, Panagiotis, Dimitra, Sofia (it was a more or less Greek-dominated team), they stood out for me. I don’t want to exclude the rest of the participants of course; everyone has their own special place in my mind for their own reason, be it Stephanie for teaching me dance moves, Jakob for his perfect impersonation of Rose from Titanic (we remade one of the scenes from the movie as part of one of our assignments), Darius for his humour, wit and very special accent, Dede for reimagining what milking a cow can mean, Ioanna for her special Uno rules and one of the heaviest but loveable Greek accents EVER, Edgars for his remarkably bad English but him being even more likeable because of it, Ola for her studying Japanese late into every evening with remarkable dilligence, even when everyone was in altered states around her dancing around her or jumping on the trampoline outside…

Of course, this (try to spot me in both scenes):

After we had to unlearn part of what we had been learning a whole lifetime, our final assignment was to make a video that would promote awareness on an enviornmental issue of our choice. My group had a struggle with the concept (like always in I See Green, we were purposefully given very short deadlines in which we had to come up with our ideas in order to think less and do more); we scrapped two ideas in the process and for good reason: the stage for one of them could easily pass off as the backdrop for an amateur porn movie to the unsuspected passer-by. Panic crept to us slowly but surely in the few hours we had to have something prepared — and it wasn’t the first time we were caught unprepared in the program; in fact most assignments in I See Green we had to have ready in timespans measured in half-hour increments. What we ended up doing though we’re really proud of. We created 5 funny social awareness shorts and then combined them into one for easier presentation and shaing. Enjoy.

And a small extra:

We Will Most Likely Regret Not Travelling More

This is the message you’ll most likey take from video and blog post below. But please, let it not be just that. Make it be the motivation I got from it, the call to be fearless in front of the unknown, for it is only that that you are afraid of — all of the rest is just in your pretty little head.

I, for one, am leaving for the Netherlands for a few days. Take care and heed those words. Don’t be the one who regrets.

Learn to Travel (Matador Post)

Words for the New Year (don’t let the title mislead you — it really is about travel, yes it is.)

 

Review: Blankets

BlanketsBlankets by Craig Thompson
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This is a graphic novel (comic?) of great depth and maturity. I could relate to Craig, his childhood, his feelings and his actions, as another child that had to grow out of faith, albeit a much milder variety. Blankets had some pages where I just stayed, I had to: it often made me feel I was in front of a profound representation of human truth that no words could accurately portray. Right now I don’t think I can write a review that can really show why I know I’m going to read this again sometime, but someone else has, so allow me to link to the review by Good OK Bad: http://goodokbad.com/index.php/review…

Thank you Daphne for lending me this. 🙂

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The Raven That Refused To Sing

The album has leaked. Even though I can easily listen to it on Grooveshark, I feel waiting for the proper release date is the least respect I can pay Mr. Wilson for gracing us with yet another collection of awesome music, especially since I won’t be buying the album — another habit and ceremony flushed down the toilet by the internet, the abolition of which will soon render the music industry even more unrecognisable than what people 20 years ago would think the scene looks like today.

Is the fact that I haven’t bought a record in years deplorable, not even the ones prepared with love and affection by my favourite musician? There’s no right answer, not anymore. When I complete my imaginary masterpiece “The Moral Dilemmas of the 21st Century Media Consumer”, I’ll get back to you – probably with still more questions than answers.

Review: Blacksad

BlacksadBlacksad by Juan Díaz Canales

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Kickass black cat protagonist? Check. Intense and personal detective stories? Check. Fleshed out characters? Amazing facial expression? Check. Bitches, vixens, cats and other species of sexy female animals that would make any furry lover drool a little bit too much? Check. Blacksad picked a great idea and took it far. Not 5-starred because not fan of noirs, but let me tell you, if Blacksad couldn’t convert me, few other works would.

PS: Props Garret for lending me this.

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Review: The Word For World Is Forest

The Word For World Is ForestThe Word For World Is Forest by Ursula K. Le Guin
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

“The Dispossessed” left with me a voracious appetite for all things Le Guin and renewed my interest in science fiction in general. This book satisfied the hunger at the same time whetting the appetite just a bit more. Paradoxical? I’ll let the great Jean-Jacques Rousseau answer for me from his honoured and ancient grave: “I’d rather be a man of paradoxes than a man of prejudices!” Thank you Goodreads for helping us learn useful(?) quotes.

A lot of people say this book is like Avatar or Pocahontas and that they’ve read this noble savage story before. They’re only superficially right: the nobility of the savages and the Terrans’ barbarism do often lean closer to the stereotypical, I admit. However, the politics are much more believable and down-to-earth, the ending is surprising and a punch-in-the-gut in its almost cynical approach and the love story doesn’t involve two characters; it rather emerges between the reader and the beauty of the Other, the mystery of this foresty world which represents everything Terrans (that is us) lost thousands, if not tens of thousands of years ago.

It’s a very short read, therefore it doesn’t allow itself to go as deep as I would have liked it to into the lives and culture of the Athsheans, who I’m ashamed I had to constantly stop myself thinking of as Ewoks.

All in all, The Word For World Is Forest is as close to Avatar as The Shawshank Redemption is to Prison Break. Make no mistake: this is nothing less than science fiction at its best. I truly hope the rest of her books can keep the bar this high.

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Review: The Shallows: How The Internet Is Changing The Way We Think, Read And Remember

The Shallows: How the Internet Is Changing the Way We Think, Read and RememberThe Shallows: How the Internet Is Changing the Way We Think, Read and Remember by Nicholas G. Carr
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

If you’re reading this review, you most probably belong to the group of people this book is targeted to: surfers of the net with accounts on multiple social networks, members of the “church of Google” (as Mr. Carr describes it in the book), all-around internet addicts but with the kind of soft addiction that hardly gets noticed, like drinking alcohol or thinking in clock time.

Actually, The Shallows makes many analogies on how the Internet has and will physically change our mind based precisely on the way clocks and even maps rewired the way we think — more mechanical, more abstract, more scientific. In the Web’s case, it’s also more up-to-date, more social, more ___ . You fill in the blanks with your favourite hip word used to describe how we’re all connected 24/7, how we’ve all got access to instant gratification/information, etc. I won’t trumpet the Web’s success in this review.

Marshall McLuhan, a pioneering media studies academic often referenced in the book, said that “our tools end up numbing whatever part of our body they amplify. When we extend some part of ourselves artificially, we also distance ourselves from the amplified part and its natural functions. […] Today’s industrial farm worker, sitting in his air-conditioned cage atop a gargantuan tractor, rarely touches the soil at all–though in a single day he can till a field that his hoe-wielding forebear cound not have turned in a month. When we’re behind the wheel of our car, we can go a far greater distance than we could cover on foot, but we lose the walker’s intimate connection to the land.” How would these analogies transfer to the information age? Which parts of us have been amplified as well as numbed by the Web? Are we conscious of these changes? Is it possible to really be aware of them when they have made us?

People gained a lot by inventing writing, books, maps, clocks, but always lost something in the process. Even though a lot is said about what was gained from the evolution of information technology throughout the ages (I should know that a lot is said, I studied cultural technology and communication!), there is little discussion in respect to what was lost with every new development. The human capacity for memory has definitely been one of the biggest sufferers: a punch from writing, a second one from printing, a kick from multimedia… The stab to the vital organ, however, is definitely coming from the Web. I don’t want to sound technophobic, I’m obviously far from it, but that doesn’t and shouldn’t stop me from observing my own loss of memory and ability to focus as it is being outsourced to the Web and related technologies, realising that my concentration, brain, interests and personaliy are being formed by the Medium Of The Most General Nature. If the Web proves to be the really great change it has already successfully shown and promised it shall further be, then there must be at least some discussion about which parts of us are most threatened by this new sacred technology and whether or not we should, in fact, duly sacrifice them for it.

The Shallows isn’t a perfect book but it does an excellent job of showing the darker side of what we’ve grown to love or use so much we never even think about (when was the last time you thought that writing and reading isn’t “natural” the same way speaking is?) In doing so, the book is quite fascinating. What it brings forward ought to be discussed this very moment, in the shaping years of this new technology, for change has never been this dramatic, so quick, what’s at stake has never been so important and far-reaching — both the potential liberating benefits as well as the dangers. I don’t have much hope there will actually be any discussion; just have a look at all other areas of importance and how great we’re doing with those. I do however appreciate that there is at least some pondering going on on what being human means and how the recent developments have changed this question as well as the questioners themselves.

I realise that people from antiquity all the way to more recent years have always welcomed the respective changes with similar scepticism. Socrates thought that writing would bring forgetfulness to the soul; the radio, it was feared, would kill books forever. Nevertheless, “we’re still here”, one might say, usually adding “better than ever”. We forget, of course, that there is no way of knowing what we used to be capable of. We can’t know what the human mind was before the universal adoption of every change, the same way we can’t know what a language sounded like in the days of old. Neither can we perhaps stop these changes from happening. But what we at the very least can do is talk and think about them. Be aware of them. The Shallows helps in that respect and therefore deserves the 5 stars.

If you haven’t been distracted from Facebook or some other flashy website away from this review already, do also have a look at the book’s review by The New York Times.

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Digital Clutter

I hadn’t cleaned up my hard disks in over 3 years. I hadn’t put any kind of effort in trying to organize my downloaded and created data. I had four “Downloads” folders, all moved around when their size had filled their respective disks up like oversized dinners, three “Torrents” folders similar to 3 overflowing buckets under a leaky roof, various backup and transfer folders I hadn’t even touched since I had created them…

What a mess.

I’ll have you know I used to be very anal about the organization of my folders. Somewhere along the way this changed, along with too many other things to count. I think the fact that I’ve lost about 4 hard disks worth of data, some of it easily replaceable, some of it unique, helped me get over the illusion that digital organization can in any way be meaningful or productive, if meant for long-term archiving. After years of having the impression that whatever I put into little digital boxes would stay there, at some point I stopped thinking that any of this mattered. I started organising my data the way I do in the physical world: not by association and relevance, but by chronological order. Folders became little photographs of my past downloading activity, clumped together like mushrooms under trees. Trees whose branch would have months, periods, important events and other flashbulb markers of time carved on their barks.

Suddenly then came Dafni and had a look at the mess I realised that by having 15 folders with downloaded music not propertly filed and organised, I only made it harder for me. When would the day come, when the “New Music” folder would join the ranks of my older music? Was it really new anymore after having sat there for more than 2 years?

I emptied my cardboard boxes. I threw them out. As much as I didn’t feel 100% comfortable with it, I put my newer data together with my old. I’ve crossed the Rubicon. I’ve pulled down the Wall. Now I have 200GBs free, all of my music is in the same place and a collection of movies I had forgot I had downloaded. It’s like suddenly discovering many pimples in the same place, eagerly waiting to be popped, or being returned many books at the same time you never remembered you had lent out.

Not bad.

Fast-forward to another three years, I’m sure I still won’t have listened to the same music I hadn’t touched before, and of all this movie collection I’ll have watched a tiny fragment, forever believing that one day, things will be different.