It feels a bit like the end of an era. This evening I received an email from the Tokyo-based Otaku Coin Association (OCA) notifying me that the association, having fulfilled its purpose,…
Justin’s Journal
12 Years a Game Designer: An Introspective
This post is just an introspective. After a bit of a break, I’m back. Needed to step outside myself for awhile to reassess life, creative ventures, and plans for the future. I…
Technoarcheology?
Assuming that data survives somehow beyond decades into centuries, I’m curious how social media may be used by future digital archeologist. There are already archives of websites that date back 25 years…
Game: The Game (Brainstorming)
I’m almost certain some variant of this concept probably exists somewhere, but since the idea randomly came to my mind during a personal fun thought experiment about a game where the players…
Seeking my Old BBS Door Games
Almost all of the BBS software and door games I programmed when I was a kid have been lost to time. It was just one of those things when I was growing…
The Energy Drink of Major League Gaming
Anyone remember when NOS Energy Drink was associated more with gaming than with NASCAR? I do. It’s so strange that they’ve gone out of their way to scrub as much of that…
Printing: Old World Meets New World
I was helping a friend understand some of the subtleties of prepping graphic design for print this afternoon, and had a momentary flashback to my teens. Just a fun reflection on how…
Monuments
Temporal acuity beckons anecdotes like signposts, aides-mémoires, marmoreal icons chiseled in neural static like monuments they tower across horizons aglow with elation, casting dismal shadow until gentle caress becomes nostalgia traversing well-worn…
The Ephemeral Nature of Digital Memories
I suspect that the often ephemeral nature of digital memories will play a key role in the continuing evolution of human society. Particularly where the impact of nostalgia and personal reflection are…
Making Music with the Endless Cosmos
Loud clacking of mechanical keys accompanied the static-laden broadcast sputtering from a poorly-tuned radio station as the night waxed deep into the witching hour. The WKDF 103 call-sign brushed through the hiss,…