Archive for January, 2011

  • The Democracy of Digital Distribution

    Digital distribution is arguably the greatest innovation in video games for our generation. Now before the trolls fire up their flamethrowers, I’ll immediately concede that the statement seems absurd on its face. After all, despite all manner of hand waving, one can hardly point to successful merchants in the arena…

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  • From Marx to Mario

    Can you start with a picture of Karl Marx, the embodiment of communist ideology, and end up with a challenge to game developers to make more delicious American dollars? You can, and you can do it in 5 minutes or less. For those that missed my 5 minute microtalk at…

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  • Timepieces

    Digital clocks are too quiet
    For my silence
    Which is currently pervasive
    And Elusive
    Drawn out on thick currents of breath whisping like tides
    From my lips.
    I need clocks that tick and measure
    That loft explanations into the air
    And strike its surface like a tuning fork. My analog…

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  • Green Thumb

    When he spoke to you that way
    The way that made your eyelashes curl inward
    Pinching in like the rigid splayed legs of a crushed lady bug
    He plucked a bright seed from within you
    And pinched it tightly between his thumb and forefinger.
    It was absent minded, but his…

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  • Unconditional

    Unconditional… The taste of her mouth
    Sipped along the smooth edge of
    Imminent anticipatory
    Promises of water.
    When the first drop pointedly struck
    The back of my neck,
    I knew from the drowsy shriek
    Of odor seeping into the base of my eyes
    That she smelled like rain. And the

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  • The Ballad of Mother Eve

    The Ballad of Mother Eve…

     
    There was a garden and a boy
    Both awash in verdant joy
    But only one with tousled hair
    And only one with Cacky Bear.
    Cacky Bear with glassy eyes
    Reflected all the cloudy skies
    As seen mirrored somewhat true
    In the boy’s own eyes

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  • The NICU: A Day at the Beach

    Whether you’re plunging toward rock-bottom with your lips wrapped around an amber-colored bottle, or you’re registering for a seminar on how toxins feed thetans to Lord Xenu, it’s usually agreed that “life changing experiences” are steps on a journey to somewhere predictable. And yet, while having a baby in the…

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