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Super Mario Presentation 64 —

For two weeks, I was off the air as far as this weblog was concerned. Oh, but have no fear, readers… have no fear at all. I’ve been generating what might be called a “lot of content”. Today’s bit is just the beginning.

I am just back from Blockparty at Notacon, the 3rd edition, which ran from the 16th through to the 19th in Cleveland, OH.  Before I even begin to spend some entries on everything that went on, let us instead begin with a simple provision of Jason Scott presentation. This one happened at 1pm on the 17th, and concerns that most important of academic subjects, Super Mario 64 for the N64 Game System. (1996)

Here’s the direct link if you can’t get this to work or want to download it some other way.

I feel no general need to sell people on the idea of watching one of my presentations; I’m one to just link to it and let you decide if it’s worth 50 minutes of your time. For about 60-80 people, this was worth their time at the event, and I had a wonderful time explaining the history of Mario 64, talking about Platform Studies as a realm of academics, and talking about what lessons could be learned from this now 13 year old game.

My choice of talk subjects goes all over the map, but I really do think there’s a ton to be learned from this game, and the Mario series has really given us a lot to learn from, even if not everyone can get their heads around the idea.

This was just one of the things I was up to in the last two weeks. Keep tuned!


XORcon and Chiptunes —

Spent a nice little day (or part of it) at XORcon, an impromptu (by most standards) conference held in an august Harvard hall, and in which a few dozen people listened to a few other people talk about a range of eclectic subjects.

I took some photos, but they’re pretty universally terrible. Here’s one to give a rough idea of the layout/room:

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I was impressed with the setup of this classroom/lecture hall; everyone had their own power outlets and every seat had a microphone from which to speak into if they so chose, allowing immediately back and forth without shouting. It must have been a pretty penny to outfit this room;  I’m so used to the absolute shittiness of educational facilities that this was kind of Utopian for me.

Subject matter was varied, as per the whims of the organizers, and was single track.

Somewhere in here was Kevin Driscoll, who I met previously in various unusual places involving Mark Hosler and free culture and the rest, and who co-authored this neat little thing:

Endless Loop, a brief history of Chiptunes

I question the wisdom of an academic/historical work linking to Youtube, but for the moment all the links function, so you in contemporary time can go ahead and enjoy this spectrum of introduction to the various aspects of Chiptunes, within a videogame context.  (You might also want to read This academic paper by Karen Collins, if you’re into this sort of stuff.)

Miss Diana Kimball gave a talk on the process of archiving, about 15-20 percent of which I agreed with, and A.J. Mazur talked about the depravity of video-game game shows and portrayals of videogame competition in movies. I piped in with my usual historical blather, but I don’t think where he was going with it matched what I was getting at.

I had to leave early because of a work-related incident, which broke my heart, but I did catch part of a talk over the webcast (which unfortunately, had terrible sound and so I got none of it).

In all, an excellent day. I wish more stuff like this happened in my life.


Brick and Morte —

While we’re on the subject of Flack O’Hara, he wrote a weblog entry recently about an unnecessary trip he took cross country for some training (the training was necessary but he doesn’t fly, so he has to drive the distances) and nestled amongst amusing stories of poor food, weird hotels and the experience of driving, he had this line:

Thursday after class I drove southeast to visit my friend Nick’s store, Next Level Videogames in Blackwood, New Jersey.

Here’s what Next Level Videogames looks like:

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And you know I kept this entry around in my feed reader while I considered what struck me. What struck me is I fundamentally do not understand many types of stores anymore.

I may sound like I’m being dramatic, but I am not kidding here – the thread of internal conversation that would eventually lead to “and you would then fill a building with a very specific kind of stuff and wait for people to show up and buy the stuff” is one I quickly have lost.

Why have a store? Well, if you were, say, a place where you did stuff to people, like a tattoo parlor, dentist or laser-eye surgery pit stop, then yeah, you’d want this building where you go in with your equipment and wait for people to show up and do things to them. Got it.

Food, another good one. You want food, you go to a place where they cook the food and even then you probably want to dress up the food a bit, but fundamentally, hey, come get food here and we will wait for you to come get food.

Supermarkets. Mega-box stores. Got it.

But vacuum cleaners?

Why do we need vacuum-only stores? Why do we need piano-only stores? Why do we need stories with a lot of something and those stores have to wait, patiently, in one location while people come in and buy that one thing, often doing so based on a criteria not relevant to the expertise of the person?

It’s just starting to seem to desperately archaic to me. If the situation does exist, and of course it does or these places would be entirely gone, I feel like it’s some kind of charade, an agreed-upon fiction like a post-apocalyptic world where we still get “the mail” delivered because we’ve always had “the mail” and even though there’s no one left to send us mail, we still have a mailbox outside.

When the bookstores started dying in droves, some of them didn’t go into the good night entirely quietly. There was one in Boston, and I just don’t have the heart to poke them in the eye, who wrote a variety of scathing indictments of the modern era, blaming the Internet and people not knowing a good deal in a used bookstore for their demise.  I’m sure they thought they were taking a stand at the time (this was 7 years ago) but the fact is I knew this store and they were a cranky crypt of off-putting gatekeepers, scowling as they took your money for their books. A lot of stores really seem to be this way.

I guess I could see stores that have been around for years continuing along, in a sort of death march, with some specially built-up group of customers who they’ve been cultivating for a long time. Like a floating island in a desert, they are of a special time and place and will go on for a bit.

But honestly, I don’t know how someone says “the best way for me to sell this stuff is to go into a building, deal with the endless hassles in today’s over-licensed and over-regulated world, get everything working, go into debt, open the door and hope like hell I make more than $3000 in the next 30 days.” Like, now, in the present day.

I understand the romance of it. A place of your own, a store you run. But somehow, the very idea of sitting in a box somewhere deep in the middle or outskirts of a town, waiting for someone to walk in and not shoot me or just browse… I don’t get it. Not now.

Maybe someone can help me here.

Bring a vacuum.


Results of Commo-Doc Bundle Experiment —

Last November, I decided to buy a stack of Rob O’Hara’s Commodork book, which I had reviewed positively a couple years earlier. I bought 50 copies, had Rob autograph each, and have maintained the stack here since, including it as part of a bundle on the BBS Documentary order page.

So here we are, five months later, and I’ve sold 34 of those suckers, at prices ranging from $10 to $15 depending on how people decide they want to get them (as part of a bundle or alone). So, roughly 7 a month.

I consider the experiment a success.  In case you’re looking for Super-Transparency-A-Go-Go, I’ve sold about 100 copies of the BBS Documentary in the same time, not counting Amazon sales.

If these numbers sound small, maybe they are, but sales are not full-time, the products are a few years old, and it’s trivial work to send stuff out. I can’t complain.

Oh, a little hard learned lesson: I have tried to make it so that international and domestic shipping is the same, for convenience. That will end soon – sending the books internationally actually costs me money! ($8-$12 to send a $10 book?) Of course, these sales drive a profitable sale of a BBS Documentary, so I don’t actually lose money, but still. Something that will be changing soon.

And I still think the book is great.


Health Update —

Oh yeah, health. That thing.

So on the whole trend of getting healthier, I’ve made great strides, regardless of the irony of the whole rest of this entry. I’ve lost weight, been working out regularly (although sometimes that has to simply be an hour of running and little else), and people are noticing Something Is Up. I posted this photo some time ago:

Aw yeah, do I love looking at that thing. I am 32 in the first image, 36 in the second. Here I am at 38:

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So I either look better, the same, or worse. I know I definitely feel better. I’m no athlete and I’m certainly getting older, but I can walk down the street or in public spaces and not be a part of the “how are you kept alive” crowd, so that’s something.

I had been asked to give a talk for the ACM group in Lehigh University in Pennsylvania last year, but scheduling conflict made me cancel rather unpleasantly close to the date. I promised myself that when they offered again, I’d clear my calendar. They did, and I did. So on the 27th of March, I drove down and spent a few hours with some excellent people.

That Friday, I started to feel a little dizzy and tired, but I figured it was just a matter of the 4 hours of driving I did. But by Saturday, I was feeling pretty bad, with dizziness, aches and pains and fever. Something was wrong. I figured it was either food poisoning, or flu or something. I slept a lot.

On Sunday, I travelled to my friend Chris Orcutt’s house to work on a book proposal with him. Unfortunately, I thought I’d gotten over this thing and I hadn’t. Within a short time at Chris’ I began feeling even worse. Like, projectile vomiting worse. Which is really an awful way to be a guest, in any culture.

Eventually, when the shaking kicked in, I asked for a lift to the hospital. Chris had a choice of nearby Vassar Hospital or a smaller hospital in neighboring Connecticut. While the irony of going back to die in the exact hospital I was born in is cute, a bigger hospital usually means a bigger wait, and Chris thought the smaller hospital was the way to go. So we went to Sharon Hospital in Sharon, Connecticut. Here’s me giving the thumbs up in the emergency room.

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I was given some liquids (I was severely dehydrated), some anti-nausea medicine, and was informed that I had terrible blood pressure and a heart murmur. Only the murmur was a surprise.

I was put into an intensive care unit, where they gave me drugs aplenty, getting rid of a lot of my symptoms, and allowing me time to both keep working on the book proposal and take some little pictures with my newly acquired blackberry. Hence this assery:

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The murmur calmed down when my blood pressure stopping being ‘yo gonna die’, and while I was having 14+ bowel movements a day, drugs eventually calmed things down a lot.

I have no point in mentioning all this: I got sick, and then got better, and in doing so learned I needed to get my blood pressure under control and stop catching viruses because those things suck. I was discharged the next day, and through all this, Chris hung out with me, kept me company and even went out into a terrible storm to get me a danish. What a buddy!

This slowed me up on a few things, and gave me way too much time to think, but I’m on the mend now. That’s all.

I’m shooting for what the hell happened as a weight goal, though.


Opinion Spectrum Collapse Disorder —

During the presentation I gave at ROFLthing this past January about Sockington, I pulled out a term from the air to describe something I’ve been seeing in action lately.  Here’s what the slide looked like, courtesy of Scott Beale of Laughingsquid:

What’s been really interesting for me in the past 20 years or so is watching theoretical situations become hard reality, and then that hard reality encountering problems that the theoretical situations never even dreamed of. At one time, and stick with me here, it was really weird and unlikely that newspaper stories would become available online, and especially not for free, and especially not instantly. In fact, it is now the case that stories become available online before they are even printed anywhere. In the 1980s this seemed an unlikely occurrence, but then became more and more likely, until we have the current situation that it’s expected. With this now expected situation additional unexpected situations like print newspaper collapsing, always-there inherent flaws in journalism being ripped apart, and low-cost aggregators that once were thought to be moneymaking opportunities in the “smart agent” space that are now so beneath economic contempt that you wouldn’t get three sentences in with your business plan before you found yourself on the curb, watching a truck hauling away empty newspaper vending machines. You just could not sell that idea anymore.

Taking it further, there are now flash-powered projects which sit on news feeds and create spinning globes showing you where the current hot thing is taking place. This is science fiction level stuff, and at this point it’s a free application on the Nintendo Wii, functioning as a screensaver. We both knew this was coming and didn’t know this was coming. Now that it’s here, the response by some might be “And this is what we’d hoped it’d be?” or more likely “Is that what you considered the big cool future thing while using your home computer 20 years ago?” Well yes, yes. Our dreams are still big; it’s just the future that got small.

But along with this dreamland have come problems we are totally unprepared for and situations we’re not even getting a full grasp around. And I think one of the biggest is Opinion Spectrum Collapse Disorder.

Come with me back in time to the Debate Den. This small textfile was captured by me in 1984, from an excellent BBS called The Safehouse in Minneapolis. (How joyful it was for me to meet some of the sysops of this board for my documentary.) As one might find children playing with handguns or chemistry sets containing radioactive materials to be a bit troubling peering through a modern sensibility, so too might one be amazed that someone would start a discussion board this way:

Numb: 1
Subj: [ Debate Den ]
From: SAFEHOUSE MANAGER
Date: 08-03-84 at 02:02 AM

Welcome to the Debate Den!

The Den is for debate and discussion on almost any topic you wish...

This room is especially for political discussion, since this is an election
year...
Go ahead.. post!

Could you imagine? Can you even think, in this modern day, both starting a political discussion on purpose, or, for that matter, writing such a happy go lucky invitation for debate? As if you were seeking it out? Like plastic or internet access, a once rare thing is now so common that its mere existence is not a miracle, and in fact has degraded to an air-like status: it’s just there, and sometimes it is choking.

This textfile is also an indicator of the speed at which a BBS might move. If you take the time to go through the timestamps of the file, you get this list:

Date: 08-03-84 at 02:02 AM
Date: 08-03-84 at 01:05 PM
Date: 08-03-84 at 02:37 PM
Date: 08-04-84 at 02:13 AM
Date: 08-05-84 at 03:48 AM
Date: 08-05-84 at 04:36 AM
Date: 08-29-84 at 10:44 PM
Date: 08-30-84 at 02:31 AM
Date: 08-31-84 at 12:21 AM
Date: 08-31-84 at 11:24 AM
Date: 08-31-84 at 01:02 PM
Date: 08-31-84 at 03:54 PM
Date: 09-01-84 at 07:06 PM
Date: 09-01-84 at 08:46 PM
Date: 09-02-84 at 12:49 AM
Date: 09-02-84 at 07:02 PM
Date: 09-02-84 at 07:33 PM
Date: 09-03-84 at 12:19 AM
Date: 09-03-84 at 12:50 AM
Date: 09-03-84 at 04:14 PM
Date: 09-05-84 at 12:23 AM
Date: 09-07-84 at 05:10 PM
Date: 09-07-84 at 10:06 PM
Date: 09-07-84 at 10:09 PM
Date: 09-08-84 at 04:16 AM
Date: 09-10-84 at 03:24 PM

Seriously, that’s all the posts, and this was a very popular BBS by 1984 standards, and even had two incoming phone lines for multiple injected messages into a given topic. As you can see, sometimes a whole day or even two will go by before a single message is posted, followed by another few days afterwards for a possible response.

In this environment, everything tends to run cool, although flamewars are definitely possible. But a flamewar then is usually a small number of folks dropping into well-worn melees. The introduction of Fidonet, where hundreds of people could interact with each other, definitely turned the notch up. Postings would echo throughout the Fidonet network (and other similar multi-BBS networks) and result in a much more heated discussion.

Compare that, however, to the modern day, where a message base like Fark or Something Awful can have the most specific topic of discussion, a specific event related to a single person hurting themselves, or a found personal item in a subway, and it can instantly expand into a multiple-hundreds-of-participants orgy of linguistic violence.

As the accessibility of a conversation increases, so too does the spectrum of opinion brought to that conversation, until the opinions range along such a wide spectrum that the conversation simply cannot move forward. It will continue to grow, but like a tumor it is useless and for all purposes dead. It will not better anyone involved in it. The conversation has collapsed from the width of the spectrum of opinion.

This will happen more, not less, while engineering continues to deal with the problem as a single-troublemaker issue and not a human nature issue. Broadcast mediums, inherently sterile in presentation, will often represent the cleanly-polished conclusion of a thousands-of-mails-and-contacts pile in the back office. When contemporary people attempt to emulate the positive aspects of this model (clean and clear message, polished delivery, delineated plotline) without understanding the garbage collection behind the screen, they end up falling in on themselves.


The Continuing Adventure of Archive Team —

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Archiveteam, the proposed league of archiving superheroes I mentioned in a weblog entry and then another one, has been a wonderful success so far. The website is being updated frequently, the occasional project goes underway to save things, and a sad loneliness I felt about the process of saving things has been greatly assuaged. I encourage you to visit the site, contibute thoughts and ideas, and be sure to tip us off when something has gone terribly wrong. The goals are myriad but I think the easiest one to achieve is to highlight and embarass companies that take a cavalier attitude to removing user data with extraordinarily short notice.

It’s amazing what happens when you ask for help.


Ah, Joe Clark. —

Ah, Mister Joe Clark.

A person who has created some sort of visual work that has spoken language will decide they want it to be more accessible, either to people who don’t speak the language or to a raft of other folks (who I’ll cover in a moment). Naturally, these people will start searching around on Google or other engines to find anyone discussing the subject, and will, occasionally, end up on your site. A cursory glance appears to be just the medicine/resource they’re looking for; a wide range of entries discussing subtitles, captions, accessibility and information on how to bring this into their project.

There are a number of such self-described gurus on the internet running websites as collections of their wisdom. Some seem altruistic, some fell into it and never left, and some are obviously using these sites as (nicely written) platforms towards attracting customers, employees or fans. Usually, one can find a selection of how-tos and collected reference documents, followed by quick-and-dirty overviews or thoughts on the subjects. You, on the surface, seem one of them. But you’re not.

What you are, ultimately, is what I would call a “Spec-Whore”. That is, someone who has gained access to documentation regarding specification and reference documentation on a given subject (in your case, captioning) and parlayed that into your own little empire, one in which your interpretation of them is law, the implementation by others is faulty and beneath contempt, and any attempts by those not touched by your magic wand/filter to interact with these specifications is worse than not doing it all.

You do not exude the positing and dismissal of a grand master who does his best to deter flighty students and then concentrating his efforts on those chosen few who pass the test. All are subject to your bile: expert, newbie and professional all fail under your withering, needlessly snarky gaze.

Your book on accessibility has amazon reviews decrying the manner in which you provide information. “holds all other human beings in contempt” seems to capture your writing style perfectly. (Awesome cover, by the way, causing unpleasant imagery in a 20 pages of good information spread along a 400 page miasma.)

I’m not the only person who finds you this way. In fact, even your needlessly threatening page about unpleasant comments about you has gained some small amount of infamy.

Perhaps you think this is some matter of “tough love”, that the road to success in your quest for employment and consultancy rests in coming off as one tough cookie. There is certainly precedent for that in some stories of success, but these stories usually involve a carefully chosen subset of your audience, not every living creature capable of clicking a mouse button. You are not a flashlight illuminating the subject; your writing is a nuclear bomb, obliterating the village you supposedly intend to save.

While the human race may fall beneath your radar in its incompetence in implementing standards of accessibility to your liking, the fact is that those of us merely using Subtitle Workshop or other tools to not require hearing or full attention to the screen do so because we want to help our audience. My mailbox has been filled with hundreds of letters thanking me for my attempts to caption/subtitle my documentary, whether from actual hard-of-hearing viewers or merely parents of young children sleeping in the next room who can only enjoy films quietly. Perhaps my subtitles fail to follow your perceived world but the audience speaks for itself.

Such as it is, what knowledge you may possess on this subject is of interest to two sets of folks: yourself, and anyone who does not take the time to dig deeper in your general posturing and realize you are an embittered, unpleasant self-styled expert who trashes anyone trying to do the right thing.

It pains me, literally pains me that people would still make the mistake of including you in a conversation regarding accessibility or multiple channels of information related to media; you destroy everything around you with your language, dismissing honest attempts to do right by people and gathering your meager talents in poring over available documentation to declare yourself the lord on high of your tiny little kingdom.


Infringement From The Future, Legal Dept. —

From: Ted Schredd - Discover Fun <tedschredd@discoverfun.com>
To: mailbox@textfiles.com
Cc: legal@discoverfun.com; admin@discoverfun.com; securitybreach@discoverfun.com
Subject: Fwd: Your content on your site...
Hey there,
Very funny content on your site here
http://www.textfiles.com/humor/bored.txt
Unfortunately you stole it from our site without giving us credit.
Please remove it immediately to avoid legal action
Yours truly,
Discover Fun Legal Department

This threat letter is particularly interesting once I put together two pieces of data.

Here’s the first piece of data:

Registrant:
Club Schredd
Ted Schredd
403 East 16th Street
North Vancouver, BC V7L2T4
CA
Email: schredd@imag.net
Registrar Name….: REGISTER.COM, INC.
Registrar Whois…: whois.register.com
Registrar Homepage: www.register.com
Domain Name: discoverfun.com
Created on…………..: Mon, Jan 07, 2002
Expires on…………..: Thu, Jan 07, 2010
Record last updated on..: Sun, Jan 04, 2009
Administrative Contact:
Club Schredd
Ted Schredd
403 East 16th Street
North Vancouver, BC V7L2T4
CA
Phone: 1-604-9846161
Email: INFO@DISCOVERFUN.COM

And here’s the second piece of data:

snuhdot# pwd
/skimmilk/textfiles/humor
snuhdot# ls -l bored.txt
-rwxrwxrwx  1 root  wheel  16723 Oct  6  1999 bored.txt
snuhdot#

P.S. This page was up in 2001. Maybe I should send them a letter…. oh wait, I’m not a deluded asshole.


Soviet Unterzoegersdorf Sector 2 —

Hurry, hurry, friends. This will probably be one of the only times you will be able to download and play a game that has Cory Doctorow, Emmanuel Goldstein, Bre Pettis, The Fat Man/George Sanger, Irina Slutsky, Jello Biafra, Bruce Sterling… and me.

I can barely describe this thing. Let’s see how they do it:

Soviet Unterzoegersdorf (pronounced “oon-taa-tsee-gars-doorf”) is the last existing client republic of the USSR. The soviet enclave maintains no diplomatic relationship with the surrounding so-called “Republic of Austria” or with the capitalist fortress “European Union”. The downfall of the people’s motherland — the Soviet Union — in the early 1990s had a devastating effect on the country’s intra-economic situation. External reactionary forces threatened the last remaining proletarian paradise. Party secretary Wladislav Gomulka has been kidnapped and is being held in US-Oberzoegersdorf. We must save comrade Gomulka! Because communism isn’t an opinion. It’s a promise.

OK, then!

In this adventure game (which uses the AGS system) you guide around a little spy/soldier played by the incomparable Johannes Grenzfurthner (who I must say, was an incredible host when I was in Austria).

The game is truly crazy. I don’t even know how to tell you if you’ll like it or not, other than saying a lot of the humor is around ridiculing Soviet social constructs, and an awful lot of broken down stuff not quite working at all.

If you’re looking for me in the game, I’m some ways along in it, and I have a hammer. That’s all I’ll say.

I’m hosting Johannes in Boston on the 23rd-24th of March. I’m helping arrange a speaking engagement by him on the 24th. More details as I have them.

Until then, go download it and wonder what you got yourself into.