Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Gone


It's about
videogames.

The good news is that my brother-in-law will not be returning to the active duty Army on Sunday.

The bad news is that a fire completely destroyed my sister's house. Their stuff is gone. It is a mass of charred lumps on the front lawn. Sitting there, it's a compost of memories. Clothes merge into a coffee table into a stuffed animal into puke yellow clods of insulation.

One of those zen assholes, you know the type, the ones you're supposed to murder if you ever meet them on a highway, might say that it was just a bunch of stuff.

No shit.

That position seems ultimately untenable. Our whole lives are nothing but a bunch of stuff. The people we talk to, fall in love with, they're all just meat and chemicals - a bunch of stuff. The things we know, the things that keep us here, in this world, they're all stuff.

Stuff is all we've got.

Really, I'm just thankful that they weren't at the house when it started. That my brother-in-law wasn't sleeping the deep sleep of a PTSD veteran. That my nephew wasn't upstairs in his crib. That nobody was sitting on the back porch enjoying the country air.

Not being there while their home burned was hard, but not so hard as being there.

Two cats are no longer with us. They were trapped in the basement where the fire didn't do much damage but the smoke sucked the oxygen out of their lungs. One of the cats was eight years old, rescued from a shelter and bottle-fed. The other was pure-white and deaf and drooled when she received a good scratch behind the ears. They were as much family as anyone else. Those were hard losses to take.

I mentioned that it's about videogames.

My brother-in-law is a sensitive guy. He's big, but quiet, so you almost don't notice him. I worry, because he doesn't express himself easily.

He talked a lot tonight about his Playstation 2 and how he had lost all of his baseball seasons. That was one of his big losses and I could feel it in his voice.

Those seasons meant something to him.

He's going to get another Playstation 2 and another baseball game. He'll play many more seasons.

That will be his connection to those memories, charred and reeking of smoke , on the front lawn. A videogame will be a bridge between where he was before and where he's going.

It's just a bunch of stuff that matters.

Monday, July 17, 2006

Back In My Day . . .


Here's one of my father's
apocryphal stories. I say that because I don't remember the situation at all and I'd much rather deny its veracity.

Here goes: At one point my father took me to an arcade. I was very young, maybe five, so I could just barely grab the controls and see the screen (I was an awfully short child). The game was one of those seminal space shooters, Galaga maybe. My father was no doubt expecting me, as representative of a new, electronically-savvy generation, to immediately rack up a million points and quite possibly win a new sports car as reward.

He plunked the quarter in and I'm sure my face lit up as the machine played its exciting 'Game Start' sound effects.

And then I pretty much did nothing. No, even worse, my father claims that I flailed at the controls and made a complete wash of it. I probably would have done better with my hands off the controls.

My father admits that he suspected perhaps I was retarded.

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My father's suspicions would, thankfully, pass.

At one point I developed a fascination with videogames, a curiosity at this whole world outside of my experience. The way that imagination could be turned into this interactive structure was magnificent to contemplate. It's difficult to pin down that point.

We had a Nintendo when I was young, and I played it endlessly, but I never bought any of the consoles that would follow. There was a limiting feel from consoles, everything was hidden from sight. I wasn't much of a hardware kid.

When I was twelve we got our first computer. We were running DOS and there were a few simple BASIC programs installed. I learned that I could either play those games or open up their programs and see the guts. The mystery was shattered. And though I never learned more than the rudiments of the language, the idea that I might be able to work in the videogame medium was laid before me.

It was on the computer that my love of games and learning how those games achieved their impact reached fruition. I was also exposed to a greater range of genres. King's Quest VI. Silent Service II. X-Com. Warcraft. Wing Commander II.

Civilization was completely mind-blowing. Skimming through the Civilopedia opened my eyes to how knowledge could be organized and presented in ways that aided comprehension and spurred further research. This from a game.

Not long after my first few marathon Civilization sessions (when I could wrest it away from my dad), I hacked together my first game design document. It was sparse and unorganized and incomplete, but it got me thinking even more about the game industry. Were there really people who designed games?

The answer, I found out, was 'yes,' and they were interesting, imaginative, creative, playful people. Roberta Williams was an early role model for me and I still think of her retirement from the games industry as a loss. Sid Meier was, of course, in the pantheon. As was Will Wright.

Several companies caught my attention as well. Blizzard. Lucasarts. Looking Glass. You could make a living doing this - maybe not get rich, but get by.

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Of course, the ultimate catalyst was Doom. Several factors coalesced to sear this game permanently in my imagination: A best friend (we were inseparable), access to a computer (the best friend's), the best friend's older brother attending computer science classes (and from him knowledge on how to hack shareware, but only for 'educational' purposes) and plenty of free time (freshman in public high school).

But Doom might not have had the same impact on me were it not for the modding scene. For the very first time there were tools out there that would allow a gamer to create video games on par (and possibly surpassing at times) with that released by a developer. New links were forming and the industry itself was re-organizing. I could see such vast potential. It seemed like the PC games industry exploded.

My interest exploded with it.

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I didn't have a choice whether or not to get involved with gaming. It chose me.

I would read about games I would never play, systems I would never own, defunct concepts and speculations about the future. I would download countless free programs, mod programs, open-source projects, graphics demos and risk infecting my computer with ruthless viruses just to tinker with obtuse code.

And I haven't stopped.

It's ceaselessly fascinating to me, the knowledge and time and skill necessary to create even a simple game.

Gaming touches my intellectual curiosity, my emotional response and my creative yearning. I'm always thinking, "How would I have done this differently?" And now, working in the industry, there are times when I actually get asked, "What should be done differently?" That's always a joy, even if my suggestions don't get implemented.

I suppose at this point it borders on obsession, but it's remarkable to be earning a living at my passion. There are times, I admit, when work is tedious or playing games has burned me out a bit, but I always get back in the pocket.

It's a steady groove.

Saturday, July 15, 2006

Found Poetry


I do believe that some spammers
must have read a bit too much Joyce and ee cummings. And snorted too much Oxycontin.


H8Q and 4XZ

had spent almost all of the money.
They hadn't caught me with the goods, and

"Thank you, doctor. My fellow Harmonites!
Finally we have heard a clear
his desk, and sat on the windowsill facing me.
We lit up.
Silence. Then he
intelligence and skill. We can be free!
We can learn to fly!

it that time.
Then we wouldn't be having any of
these problems now.
But it bumbling, with self-serving, self-saving distortions
of logic and of truth it's so dark
you can't even see your own hands.
"Surely you're joking, doctor. The Pilman Radiant is a concept known to


Hmm, apparently these guys have been plagiarizing. From a Russian science fiction site.

Now that's the kind of spam I can enjoy.

Nonsensical and educational.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Lighter Fare


And now, after bloviating:


Jefferson Starfox

Enjoy, suckers!

Not So Gamey


Amongst my usual reads
there has been a large number of posts concerning religion, lack thereof, belief systems, and other topics in a similar vein, so I thought I might present a bit of how I approach things.

Certain analogies often strike people as particularly good, even if they aren't particularly descriptive, and these analogies become a semi-permanent frame.

Such, I believe, has happened with many discussions on atheism. I use the small 'a' because I have yet to see any kind of unifying belief structure which might warrant a proper noun. In fact, the idea that atheism itself is a belief system doesn't make any sense at all to me.

If there were no religions, there'd be no need for atheists.

By which I mean that my own atheism has no meaning except where I encounter religion, specifically the worship of deities. Very clever people often say 'but you have such faith in your atheism - and that's a bit like a religion!' - and those people have no idea what they're talking about.

I don't interpret my day-to-day actions from a framework of atheism, not in the same way that a Christian or a Muslim or a Buddhist might evaluate their actions. There is no equivalent in my life for 'What Would Jesus Do?' Atheism, despite the claims of its detractors, does not have a holy book or sacraments or a strict moral code.

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Here's an analogy which I happen to like, mostly because it doesn't attempt to equate strict belief structures that demand adherence to complex codices with the lack of those belief structures.

Most people don't believe in unicorns. There is no proof for such creatures other than old stories.
Let's say there is this woman, Jen. Jen never really thinks about unicorns as she goes about her day-to-day life. She might read books which feature unicorns, but she recognizes them as a shared imaginary cultural element and leaves them at that. She never stops to ask, "Would a unicorn approve of what I am doing?" She might have other ways of evaluating her own behavior, but they have nothing to do with her disbelief in unicorns.

In other words, unless she encounters a unicorn in media or feels the urge to form her own narrative utilizing the idea of a unicorn, she never really thinks about unicorns. She does not even consider their absence.

One day Jen meets a Unicornist, Melvin. Melvin believes very strongly in unicorns and not only that, but has a whole list of proper ways of behaving which are approved by unicorns. Speaking with Melvin, Jen says that, no, she's never really believed in unicorns.

Jen has found out that she is an A-Unicornist, and that is indeed a vile thing. Melvin begins to rattle off a host of other beliefs that A-Unicornists must believe, and it strikes Jen as odd, because she doesn't believe half of the things he says.

Of course, none of that placates Melvin, who has formed a whole group of Unicornists. Jen finds this behavior odd but doesn't really care so much. Not at first.

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There are people who seem to think that a life without religion would be meaningless and cold and without joy; Maybe it's just a coincidence that they're all religious.

That's the snarky response.

But the sincere response is that my world is not meaningless or cold or without joy. I enjoy my own imagination and the imagination of my fellow human beings (and animals, for that matter), and am continually astounded and surprised by the discovery of the world around me and the way in which scientific inquiry has both broadened knowledge and deepened the mystery. I run through the gamut of emotional responses and have had both a shamanic transcendence and general feelings of unquantifiable awe, but those experiences did not trigger a desire to adhere to any particular belief or pretend to an understanding of feelings I cannot place into images worthy of context - and all that with the knowledge that those feelings were governed by processes which could probably be broken down into discrete sections and reproduced, given enough information and computing power, which diminishes them not at all.

I've heard the sentiment before that atheists cannot live a moral life, that without religion a person cannot have any kind of rules or principles. That idea is so incredibly absurd on its face that I don't have a great defense prepared, since it seems so obvious to me that there are plenty of ways to adhere to principles or morals sans religion.

Part of the difficulty in defending against charges of immorality or nihilism is that my own personal belief system has no official formulation, no scholarly texts, no accepted nomenclature. As a result, there is very little common ground between my reality tunnel and one formed by religious thought. My beliefs are a result of my own interactions and evaluations and my wariness at adhering to any ideology or authority too closely.

(All people, I think, are made up of their interactions and evaluations, but many choose, or are heavily indoctrinated, in specific belief systems that demand at the least the outward appearance of conformity and often much, much more actual conformity.)

I've never been much interested in 'converting' people away from religion. But I'm also not afraid to point out what is, to me, intractable bullshit, the kind which infests every religious text from the Bible to the Tao Te Ching (though both are filled with wonderful poetry and beautiful images). This tendency has not always served me well. As someone with an endless supply of questions, I've never had the credulity required for theism, mono- or poly-.

That being said, I've also never favored the tack taken by, for example, the Secular Web. Their atheism page attempts to formulate some kind of ideology in order to combat religion and, while admirable, just seems pointless. It might be useful to see some of the arguments and logic all laid out, etherised upon a table, as it were, but 'strong' or 'weak' atheism means nothing to me - I just don't care, the belief's not there.

For the curious, however, they can be an edifying resource.

There are many ways, however, to respond to religion, and providing atheism with a framework of philosophical gobbledygook while attempting to promote direct atheist evangelism doesn't seem very productive to me.

Now, much of the framework of this big-'A' Atheism appears to be humanism and science and logic and lots of Enlightenment values mixed together - but why the pretense that atheism contains these doctrines as part of its essence?

Why make such a cobbled-together something from such a big nothing?

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Of late, especially as concerns the political arena, there have been many attempts to cast Science as an ideology, or to presuppose that scientists are all beholden to the same set of values. Or even to tie it into liberalism or elitism or any of a number of familiar labels.

This is especially noticeable in the anti-intellectual ramblings of David Horowitz and ilk (retreads of Lagarde's railings against Germanic education in the 1870s) or the Intelligent Design supporters or the entire Bush Administration (from the lying lackey George Deutsch to its attempts to silence climate experts).

But the scientific method is just that, a method. It is a way of doing something. Its strength is in discerning methods of repeating certain outcomes, then parlaying those conclusions into other avenues of research, all with an eye to constantly verifying previous experiments and concocting new ones.

Some would argue that science pretends to be the only way of discovering things about the world, and there are certainly people who might agree.

But it hardly matters one's emotional attachment. The question to ask is: Is science a method which seems to bring to bear the most intersections of reality tunnels? That is, does it seem that the results of science can be shared by more people than other methods, say, astrology or the I Ching (both are arguably methods for discovering things about the universe around us)?

The question to ask after those, then, is: Would society as a whole be best served by a method which seems to provide the best communal results?

I would argue that society has already been served as such, in terms of practical results, though the application of scientific discoveries has not always been toward society's health. Science, again, is a method of achieving those results, it is not the sole method of determining how its conclusions are applied (and then we get the luddite vs. technophile debate) - how science is used depends upon the methods of social and technological and political organization.

There are other methods out there, certainly, and many of them give an even higher shared precision than science. Both mathematics and logic provide incredibly accurate results, but they don't always correlate to physical observations (there are many unknown factors which can throw off even the most careful equation or argument). There are also methods that are specific to certain jobs that do not demand applicability to the world at large.

And there is a whole cornucopia of junk methods that can be playful and stimulating but are typically filled with little internal consistency and never produce results of any utility except as mental placebos. We have astrology, phrenology, any kind of scrying or fortunetelling, psychics, televangelists, recovered memory therapists, UFOlogists, channelers . . . any kind of hucksterism which pretends to repeatability with no understanding whatsoever of any possible mechanism by which the feat is performed.

While it may appear to be the case, I regret to inform you that your vagina does not, in fact, control men's minds.

All that mess being said (and this post is one long mess), a few strengths of the scientific method are that:

-It encourages and often demands verification by independent scientists to discourage falsification. It's a cheap trick of the creationists to rattle off a list of all kinds of scientific forgeries (in order to tar the whole of science with mistaken or improper use of the method) because they then fail to mention that such things were found to be forgeries by the application of the scientific method.

-It provides a clear framework for forming conclusions without demanding strict orthodoxy (though when enough data has supported a theory - evolution, for example - it becomes a generally accepted fact, with the stipulation that it will be subject to revision and clarification). In fact, the IDists often point to the papers that provide challenges to previous experiments as if such things were proof that science is somehow at war with itself when, in fact, challenging research with new, improved, revised findings is central to the scientific method (it's the old political formulation claiming that the strength is really a weakness).

-It predicates itself on the testability of certain kinds of knowledge. Empiricism is a method people employ every single day, whether consciously or not, and it has been crucial to our survival and continues to be crucial.

For more on science (and from a real scientist, not me wearing some fancy hat cackling madly in front of a Tesla coil) especially as it relates to atheism, see PZ Myers' posts here and here.

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I wanted, too, to respond directly to Chris Bateman's post on Skeptics.

Skepticism lies in a grey area for me, because I don't quite see it as an ideology and it's a little more than a method. It seems to be a method of science and logic coupled with an emotional admixture of antagonism and curiosity, as well as the desire to be a bit of an iconoclast.

"From a philosophical vantage point, Skepticism involves as big a leap of faith as most religions, requiring as it does the absolute belief in a value system containing 'true' and '‘false,' and the capacity to reliably ascertain these truth values."

I'm going to argue against this notion, because I have noticed the word 'faith' thrown around without regard to the degree of its use.

Religious thought requires what might be termed strong faith, because it requires belief without evidence, or often in the face of
contradictory evidence.

Other kinds of ideologies require what I'll call weak faith, which is simply confidence in a system that yields beliefs about different propositions where there are very few to no contradictory claims.

These two types of faith are often conflated without regard to any kind of distinction. Thus, I have heard religious people say, "So, you believe the sun will come up tomorrow. Then you have faith it will come up," and then they look smug as if I'd convert then and there.

But my faith in the sun rising is mostly habit coupled with knowledge about how strongly the solar system maintains its regular motion. And, if the sun failed to rise, I would say only that I was mistaken, and would endeavor to discover exactly how a system of belief that worked so well for so long failed. Then I would adjust my 'faith'. I hardly think that's how most religions work.

If the sun randomly failed to rise, I would have a whole different belief worked out about its behavior, but this would in no way equate to a religious belief in regard to its motion. Again, habit mixed with knowledge. Maybe that's a good description of religion, but I doubt it (I would, in the manner of Ambrose Bierce, suggest religion, then, is habit mixed with ignorance).

Also, in regards to the Ganzfeld: There is hardly only one remaining objection. The whole premise of the experiment is flawed; There has been no attempt to describe the mechanism of parapsychology or how to physically detect it with anything but an ambiguous experiment. At its best, what it shows are (through the framework of statistical analysis) highly unlikely results.

But 45,000 to 1, however long the odds, does not an impossibility make. Wikipedia points this out, but then states that this does not rule out telepathy.

Problem is, without any other supporting evidence or experimentation, it does rule out telepathy. Remaining agnostic is interesting, and certainly I will allow that "everything is possible; nothing is forbidden," but that doesn't demand anything more than a "wouldn't that be nice" from me followed by discounting it until a case can be made.

That's the fuzziness of things, I suppose.

I'm a bit in agreement with Chris when he discusses alternative therapy techniques, but I think relying on the placebo effect is a bit too risky. However, I would think that some of the same effects could be achieved with transparent changes to medical care itself. In other words, I don't think there's any reason to fool people into maybe getting better, but also that expecting real change in pill form is ludicrous (and an idea that is long-familiar, no doubt, to old acidheads - leary's LSD experiments with prisoner rehabilitation might warrant some research).

As for the case of Wilhelm Reich, it wasn't so much an extreme Skepticism that led to his books being burned, but more than likely cultural aversion to the kinds of sex experiments that formed much of the backbone of Orgone research (a good reason to study it, even if I'm not convinced it has any merit) and an establishment willing to exercise its power to censor salacious material.

I also want to point out to Chris that the study he links that supposedly shows that those with religious belief systems are happier does not quite make that point. Instead, the study states that spirituality or a sense of purpose lead to happiness, when considered against pursuit of material wealth. By that token, then, Skeptics are probably quite happy, since they have a clearly-defined sense of purpose.

All that being said, I thank Chris for his discussions. I've stated elsewhere that at times he seems a bit too credulous for my tastes, but if he weren't, then I'd have little reason to respond. And he usually responds in a gracious manner that makes such dialogues more a salon than a fight for control of a narrative.

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Hopefully I've gotten these kinds of thoughts out of my system for awhile.

But you never know.

I could subject you to such outbursts at any time.

You have been warned.

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Not So Glorious


Glory of the Roman Empire is
a pleasant diversion. Like a fishbowl.

You can scatter flakes in a fishbowl and watch the fish do things and you can set down a little treasure chest that opens and closes and shoots bubbles every few seconds.

You can set down buildings in GotRE and watch the people do things and set down more buildings and get notifications every few seconds that something has gone wrong or right.

And also like a fishbowl, the game becomes boring in a short amount of time.

Portico has the sense of things.

There is a tendency among city-builders to assume that only one growth model is necessary, that such a design "simplifies" the game.

By one growth model, I mean the way in which a city is grown, such that certain complementary parts are necessary to maintain an area.

One of my cities had trouble getting timber. I built a few isolated woodcutter huts and placed houses near them. The idea being that the people living in the houses would work in the huts. That worked for a time. Then the houses depopulated, for reasons unknown, with no clear way in the game to repopulate them without over-developing the area. I would have to make this resource point a functioning village, a microcosm of my city center.

Resource distribution is confusing. A trade post might have over 200 units of flour inside. The bakeries don't store a lot of flour and make loaves of bread slowly. Likewise, getting that bread to the people takes time. So it is possible that a house next door to a trade post filled with flour and a bakery filled with bread will be without bread.

There are times when slaves will stay on a building plan even when resources are not available. You can watch the slave toil all day long, accomplishing nothing.

The scenarios often feel rigged, and they often are rigged because of the strict goals in each. This restriction of choice detracts from the experience. Why do I have to build fishing shacks on docks? Why doesn't the woodcutter live in the woodcutter's shack?

There simply aren't enough options. There's no social aspect. How is labor divided up and how do the people feel about that? Is this a modern, progressive city? Is it traditional? Do they like Rome or are they resentful? Why does everyone want an altar?

I haven't gotten to the real big-city options yet, because fulfilling the scenario conditions can be so tedious. Often it's just a matter of speeding up time and waiting for a building to be completed.

Perhaps more on this game later.

Design was on the right track, but ultimately poor. Tells me very little about Rome, or civilizations in general, or myself or the human condition or even the difficulties of maintaining a city.

Cesar III was better.

Huh?


New Windows update
is all part of their effort to crack down on pirated copies of their buggy, convoluted, error-spawning OS.

The install box pops up and it says something to the effect: "Greetings. We are going to send your Windows serial number and IP address to Microsoft. This will not be used to identify you."

Maybe I'm just paranoid these days, but to me, my IP address is a way of identifying me.

Or maybe I just spend too much time on my computer, that it feels more a part of my identity than, say, my physical address.

Either way, declined.