My DigiPen class is finishing up. We see the final presentations of the games tomorrow. Pretty exciting. This is like being in a sorceror's art class -- it's hard work, like sorcery, but the end result is art. The students have no clue how good they are, how pure, how innovative, how disciplined, how strong.
I just finished taking two courses from Excellence Seminars, The Pursuit of Excellence & The Wall. "Seminars that inspire & support you to do, be, & have more of what you want."
My new roommate and I are settling in well. Jeff, my old roommate, got accepted at Washington State University, and has moved to Pullman to study poetry.
Work for the past year has been a demanding spiritual practice. Completing each spiritual phase reveals the next. This phase, the end-game of shipping a product, requires day-by-day spiritual practice. It never gets easier. It just keeps getting more granular, more attentive, more revelatory, more plain. It is a lot like physical theatre, in that regard. "The floor is my best teacher," says Roberta Carreri of the Odin Teatret. Here, "The game is my best teacher."
green fruits as big as
cantaloupes bow Maui trees --
imminent sweetness
a flower of flowers
in the lei of leis -- moon
hangs molten yellow
there is no splash like
this one Now! Here! Let cool salt
waters silk your hair
if the day was spent
in sand, let evening seas wash
over you -- say Yes
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