What is authenticity? It seems like a simple question. Authenticity is embracing who one really is. But, who is that? I’ve come to the conclusion that I am a hundred different people….
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Pondering Generative AI
Rather than bantering on about the typical narratives that inundate topical discourse regarding debates about generative AI and LLMs, I’m going to just forego those arguments to make a post focused on…
Final Fantasy: My Most Impactful Song
A trend recently passed through a circle of friends asking, “What song had the greatest impact on your life?” The answers were intriguing and varied, yet I only saw a handful of…
Your First Programming Language
The Question: What was the first programming language you learned? The Asnwer: The very first? BASIC/QBASIC, when I was eleven in 1991, on an old Compaq Deskpro 286 with an amber CRT…
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…
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…
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,…
That Time I Forgot Who I Was
Or, how creating a short-lived internet radio station helped me find direction, and why. This post is a reflection on my history, delving into a period a decade past when I had…
Morning Static
Sometimes the subconscious mind seems fundamentally sadistic. Like some assassin charged with the slaughter of tranquility; waiting for the most inopportune, unexpected moment to dredge up old memories that have lain still…