March 21st, 2004
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Ten thousand things at once
Did you ever have one of those times where you’re hit with an onslaught of memories so fast it makes you dizzy? It’s like the end of the Beatles’ “A Day in the Life“, where that crazy orchestra starts playing faster and faster and louder and wilder until that big piano DEH- DUHHHHHH…
I woke up this morning after several shivering episodes of portentious dreams during the night., the last of which was a mega amalgamation of nearly every major phase of my life in eighty seconds. I was at work, but showering in the powder room, well, at least trying to, in a hurry, late for high school, having a cubicle instead of my desk, seeing folks from work and grad school intermixed in the same office (among them wunderkind Reagan Heller), and then our company president striding to the front of the office (which was a classroom) and proclaiming proudly, while framed by a blackboard, that we had made fifty thousand dollars profit that week.
I woke up in a cold fury, fighting to turn off the alarm on my cell phone, tripped over several things and ran into the shower and hurried through shampoo and conditioning until I began to ask myself what the hell am I doing?
I couldn’t shake off the curious sense of urgency, and found myself singing (though entirely not consciously), a medley of all the songs I’ve dug since I was twelve; from The Monkees to Tom Petty, old school Radiohead, to my much longed for Superdrag.
I guess it’s because I’m going home today. Well, not actually, but going to the perennial socio-professional tension-sleepfest, the Game Developer’s Conference. A long flight with the programming team fromo work, and this week we listen, share, and shake hands with all those gaming elite. The big kick for me is that I get to see all my grad school friends. Except those poor souls whose GAMING companies wouldn’t let them go to the GAME DEVELOPER’S conference.
Gotta pack… write much soon.
