Visual Genesis

I define video games as interaction between a human and a logic system, traditionally runnning on a electronic computer, where the main interface is a visual representation of the game situation, traditionally using cathode ray tube projection.
The first such game therefore was noughts_and_crosses.
This site makes a point about raster graphics, but this exludes the beautiful games ran on the vectrex.

As a dilettant game designer and wouldbe visuals artist I'm probably going to spend a lot of attention to both retro gaming, game visuals and old technology..
For instance check this site: http://www.beigerecords.com/cory/.

Anticipation

I am a child of the 80s and never more so when at night I fear the radiant spears of re-entry. Like monsters from primeaval nordic sagas ballistic missile submarines ran dark and deep trough my childhood nightmares. Some people were fascinated by the sinister games, or the fiction by a certain right-wing writer. And certainly, like all murderous efforts, it had its spinoffs.
But they haven't surfaced yet, still running silently, deadly somewhere out there.

Wich makes this page interesting: http://www.exportbureau.com/transport/submarinenuclear.html.

Locus, vector determination

Is this the kind of stuff I will post here? Pseudo-occult links to wouldbe avantgarde artists, vaguely connected by a common electronic emergence mythos? You need better drugs.
Plug this into your orientation framework: http://www.maia.no/ I advise you to check the sound barrier.
Disregard the text- intellectually, artists cater to their own kind. Look at the wall an sich. It seems to have a front and a backside. The really interesting side to me is the backside, which should be showing nothing but cables, heatvents and safety labels articulating black injectionmolded plastic. Did she replace all those cables, clustering them into a massive trunk slowly heating towards a liberating shortcircuit meltdown?
Or is it just a tangle of white extension blocks?
How much wattage does this thing pull anyway?

Naissance

I remember my first cellphone. Besides being a bulky brick that looked like it was designed be fired at airplanes by giant swedish catapults it was also free. A friend gave it to me so she could call me if she wanted me to come over (we lived less than 2 miles apart). Up until that point I planned my life in the longforgotten ways that, very much like pyramid construction, only interest scientists and loonies. Suddenly I had a cellphone, and now I cannot live without.

So now I take another jump and start bloggin. I don't know why or how, nor where it will end. You shall see. A courtroom, presumably.