The Vancouver Public Library has been kind enough to fly me out to do a reading a week today (Fri. March 4th, 7:30pm, Central Library, 350 W. Georgia St., free). I was in the city launching An Opening Act of Unspeakable Evil just this November but it’ll nice to get together with friends and not have the “catching up” portion consume the entire time together–I usually visit annually if I’m lucky. And as we’re into the slush season here I’ll be happy to be able to stroll without sloshing. While I’m out west I’ll also be going to the Game Developers Conference in San Francisco, cheering for N to win the Indie Games Festival.
At the Vancouver show I’ll be showing some of my latest vids, reading my contribution to the recently published Gamers anthology, telling the embarrassing story of how I left Vancouver, and enacting some rituals of the urban occult. Y’know, like worshipping the false god Ramen.








Tonight I went to see Dr. Cheryl van Daalen give a talk called “Living as a Chameleon: A Feminist Analysis of Young Women’s Lived Experience of Anger.” My wife Susan told me about it and I said I’d go–but it wasn’t to be supportive. Usually when people find out about my interest in feminism they often think that I’m a guilty white liberal, or give me undue credit for being down with the cause. The truth is that I’m self-interested–as someone who feels like there’s systematic injustices going on, their anger validates my own. Their reasoning and different routes to the same destinations strengthens my arguments and my resolve.
I gave the best talk of my life to a hall of over 500 programmers this summer. I was the dinner speaker for the 
I wrote an opinion piece for eye last week on arts grants. Feel free to add your comments at the end.
Ian Daffern contacted me last year about doing a piece on the