Call It What You Will

It's amazing how fast someone can claim a space in your heart. Before you realize it, their presence is anchored into some new alcove in your heart, securing in their friendly claws tightly. Which is why it hurts so much when they leave. Farewell my friend Miyoko. I will fondly remember our conversations over a good glass of wine. Toronto beckons you to your future where better things await. It rained heavily all day. Fitting for the melancholy occasion. You will be missed.



I leave tomorrow for Jon and Danelle's wedding. Still much to do, but oh, what a week that awaits.

Why Can't Art Be Interactive

Can games be art?

Ignoring all the possible debate I could cover that continues to wage war over definitions and facets, I will slam down my opinion.

Yes. Yes the medium can surpass entertainment, not always leaving it behind as it reaches for the higher (superior?) caste.

If experimental film can be described as linear motion added to paintings, why can't games be participation/interactivity added to paintings. The games of Jason Rohrer and Daniel Benmergui, even Braid, the Path and Shadow of the Colossus are great examples of surpassing the basic goal completion to create a thought provoking experience.

Really though, this is not an attempt to argue the point, but an entry point, an incentive for you to try out this game, Windowsill by Vector Park. I bought this game a few months ago, and since then he has made it free for in browser play as well as to download. The game is absolutely beautiful, each section a seperate work of art to drink in and savour. Yes there is a task, a puzzle for each stage, but that is hardly the point of the game. Give it a try and tell me what you think.

This is not an ending

It has been a very long time since I written anything on here. I almost wrote "too long" but then I considered that that wouldn't be true. It has not been that I haven't had anything to write, I have. I have just chosen not to write. And so the amount of time it took for me to write has been the perfect amount of time.

This past month plus since I have written has been filled with auspicious occasions and important events. My brother and his fiancee came to the city for a wedding shower, I bought my first cell phone, and I just returned from an amazing 5 days at Folk Fest. All of this is all the more special because it is my first summer in the city in 7 years. Life happened and I felt no need to document it. I simply felt the desire to enjoy them in their moments and let them pass, because really that's part of what makes them valuable and beautiful. Their fleeting, their temporary existence made them something to be savored in that moment and digested into memory. And in memory they will grow to be something more wonderful as I forget the small troubles and trails that happened leaving only sunshine and smiles. And it all melds into what will be later referred to as the good old days.

So here's to the second half of summer yet to come. May it's days be as wonderful and memorable as the ones that proceeded them. The house is quiet and there is a cloudless blue sky outside. It should be a nice evening.