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And now to succinctly explain my entire existence in one page. I lived the first few years of my life wearing denim over-alls and getting dirty under the redwood trees in the Santa Cruz mountains. I spent all of my school years (from 1st to 12th grade) living in the City of Santa Cruz, an only child who preferred playing games to going to the beach. Just about the time I was getting to appreciate my surroundings - biking along the coast or getting dirty in the sand of the beach, I left for college. I went to USC in beautiful downtown Los Angeles, a haven amongst the urban sprawl. I was scholarshiped into a serious pursuit of the computer science major, but, whenever possible, I sought mischief and tomfoolery; thus was born the CSS and the SCorganization. College was a time of nearly endless discovery and mirth interspersed with heinous computer science projects and hours spent battling the soporific effects of mathematics textbooks. During these years I also found time to hone my appreciation for art, literature, psychology, history, and a few less commendable things. After graduating in 2002, I moved to Salzburg, Austria, where I 'worked' in an American themed boarding school for nine months. During my time at the school I developed an understanding of a myriad of cultures and bonded with students from all over the world. I consumed as many exotic foods and alcohols as I could trap beneath my greedy American hands and visited museums, attractions, castles and restaurants under the school's benefaction. Following my glorious travels abroad I returned home to California and dedicated myself to understanding game design as completely as possible. I still write and paint and philosphise but much of these creative efforts are now funneled into understanding and creating compelling interactive media - both at work as a game designer and independently with my less immediately commercially germane ideas. |
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Oh boy, now it's time for some favorites! Books: The Picture of Dorian Gray: considering the mental state of all of the advocates of this book I had met, I figured I was in for a treatise of self-indulging, self-pitying depression. The human mind has a propensity to see what it wants and I believe that Dorian Gray is often grossly misunderstood; I think, artistically, this is one of the most perfect things I've read. The Hunchback of Notre Dame: a perfect balance of meaningful exploration of the human condition and page turning entertainment; real writing should be both an art and a science. Watership Down: a wonderful story; insightful but ultimately engrossing and entertaining. I used to have movies and TV down here but I feel that in listing these the popular references feel hollow and the unpopular, supercillious. If movie critics liked it, I probably would too, if it was nominated for an Oscar, I probably didn't see it. |