What I Got Out of It

The actual mechanics of the Forum aren’t all that important. What is important to me is the impact on my life.

I went into it afraid and distrusting of men. I was never going to let a man get too close to me as they were inherently dishonest and possibly violent. That’s gone. Most of my friends in Austin are male. I have no qualms about approaching strangers and engaging with them about anything.

I went in to the Forum convinced that I was broken, deep down. I believed that I was ugly, unattractive, grossly incompetent, and talentless. I thought I had everyone fooled, but it was only a matter of time before I was found out. So I reigned in my creativity and my participation in the lives of others. No need to get their hopes up or to accelerate things so that I would fail them sooner rather than later. I apologized for my talents, I downplayed everything I ever made, and I sabotaged relationships to avoid anyone finding out these dark secrets.

Of course, these dark secrets were all made up. They were things I told myself  as a way of coming to terms with events in my childhood and later life. They became my reality and I never thought to examine them as anything but.

Now I know that I am wildly creative, extremely smart, quite attractive, and worthy of loving and being loved.

Personal growth is neat and all, but the real value is the impact one can have in the lives of others and the world in general.

I had pretty much written off my family. I felt like I had failed them as a son and a brother and I was embarrassed by how little connection I had in their lives. So I told myself that they were bound up in their own problems and that they resented me for having an easier life, so I just go on and live it without them. That was easier than trying to make a difference.

But I realized that I made up all those things about me and them too. That wasn’t reality. It was an invention to explain why I was doing what I was doing. So I created the possibility of a closer reconnection with my family by calling them up and having a genuine conversation. Some of you are really close to your family and this doesn’t seem like a big deal. I haven’t seen my family in years. I hadn’t spoken with my sister in many years. I hadn’t had a real conversation with her since I was in college. I thought she hated me and I was afraid to ever create an opportunity to confirm it.

My sister is one of the strongest women I know. She has faced more medical problems than a lot of entire families combined. She (and my mom and nieces) deals with scenarios that some of you will only see on COPS or the evening news. She struggles to raise three children. She somehow finished college and got her degree during all of this. Where I would have given up and bailed or just shot myself in the head, she has forged on. When my life seems overwhelming and impossible, I can look to her and know that it *is* possible.

I probably would never had tried to begin to re-establish connections or tell my sister who she is to me without going through the Forum.

And this is only a start. The real work lies ahead.

The Landmark Forum

Landmark Education transformed my life in a way that no self-help book, therapy, religion, or philosophy ever has. I don’t want to devalue any of the personal inner work I have done in my life. But compared to the work I have been doing since the Landmark Forum, I think I was just entertaining a lot of neat philosophies that had no lasting impact on my life.

My friend Deborah told me about the Forum last year and I will admit I was highly skeptical about the things she was telling me. Not that they weren’t real, but just not real for me. I already knew about the concepts she was telling me. I had done lots of work on myself already. I was beyond such programs. She offered something that seemed too outrageous to be real and I didn’t believe it. And I was completely, utterly wrong.

I finally attended the Forum here in Austin. I went into it very jaded about what was possible, but at the same time optimistic. I really did want transformation in my life. I really did want to live as an optimal human being. But I wanted it on my own terms and in my own context. And that is not what the Forum is about.

People talked about the Forum like it was The Matrix: no one could tell you what it was really like; you had to experience it for yourself. I thought, “This is bullshit.” But now, on the other side of things, I know exactly what they meant. The experience is highly subjective. I have seen, read and considered many mind-blowing things, but nothing as miraculous as what I experienced during the Forum. It really did feel like I had been unplugged from the Matrix and witnessed a completely different plane of reality.

People will talk about Landmark in this weird, mystical way. What I saw there was the most hyper-rational, scientifically rigorous examination of reality I had ever known.

It’s Just Lunch

As a Christmas gift for myself, I had signed up for the “It’s Just Lunch” dating service for busy professionals. I describe the person I am looking for and the company tries to match me up with someone looking for me. They make reservations at a night restaurant for lunch or after work drinks and I go on a blind date.

This process enabled me to articulate the sort of woman I enjoy spending time with. I told them I liked quirky, creative types who had a spiritual dimension to them, who were honest and expressive. I stressed that it be made known that I was a big movie geek and enjoyed lots of geeky activities. Potential dates should know what they are in for!

For the most part, the service set me up with really nice women who were pretty. But there was never really a spark and oftentimes they were fairly mainstream. They wanted to talk about what we did for a living, not about life goals and plans or being self-expressive.

Originally, I signed up with the intention of finding someone to date. After moving to Austin, I revised that intention as I now just wanted to meet some new people and get acquainted with the city. I gradually came to terms with the fact that I really wanted to find someone to have a serious relationship. I didn’t want to casually date anyone. I wanted to create the possibility of a lasting, loving partnership. While I tried to stay open to the possibility of meeting such a person through a dating service, I felt like I wasn’t going to meet that person in such a way. I thought, “Maybe the person I’m attracted to would never use a dating service or they wouldn’t spend this much money on it.”

So I became cautiously optimistic, but extremely picky. I can see the value of such a service, but I’m not sure if it is the right thing for me.

Dinosaurs are Totally Rad

About a week ago, at the first annual Austin Stink boardgame party, I played a “getting to know you” type game . Everyone submitted a bunch of situations or things and they were drawn randomly from a hat. Each person had to sort the items from most preferable to least preferable while everyone else tried to guess what order they would put them in.

When it was my turn to sort a batch of weird possibilities, one of Nukes’ entries came up: “Being able to transform into a dinosaur.” I failed to put that as my #1 choice and it sparked a heated debate between us. Nukes said something to the effect of “OMG! Dinosaurs are totally rad!” while I laid out a carefully reasoned argument about the consequences of being a dinosaur/human hybrid freak. Well, maybe he had a good argument as well, but this is MY blog.

As a compromise, I made an image to illustrate how awesome it would be. Click on the thumbnail to see it.

Flotsam

As the ship sank, I could only recall the sailors’ warnings of the mermaids who patrolled these waters.

“Do not make eye contact, for you will find only an eyeliner-traced Charybdis, ready to take you down. Their lips are glossy like wet succulent plums that promise you nothing but sleepless nights. Their pale slender fingers are adept at snatching heart-shaped fish hiding behind rib-shaped coral. Do not offer to buy them a drink; water is their element and they will never be thirsty for anything you can afford. And, when it comes to mermaids, if you have any sense at all, you should not look upon their MySpace page. Their top 12 were filled by bulky GQ mermen ages ago and this is only the beginning of your despair.”

Flotsam floated around me, the ruin of some ill-conceived plan to sail as fast as the sun so it would always be today and never the day she said “so long.” I swim towards the island, pursued by seven storms, each with a woman’s name.

I push into the tavern, a gritty sheen of sand covering my face with a five-o’clock shadow. The journey’s just a dream by now: desert, ocean, beach, an eruption of green and Texas accents, heat like lonely nightsweats. The chairs here are solid and storm resistant, but I can’t trust them yet. The mermaids circle in schools, smoking cigarettes pulled out of purses crafted from the tanned hides of former lovers. Their tails are disguised beneath boots and I can already imagine their heelprints in my back.

Suddenly you’re standing there, poise of a queen with a kingdom on her mind and a neck strong enough to make it look easy. You start speaking to me and I wonder if there’s been some mistake because can’t you see my name spelled out across the beach in broken masts and tattered sails? You flash a smile and I want to take it home with me to look at on rainy days. You’re talking to me like you’ve actually put some thought into it and you’re not just killing time. I thought I knew cruelty until I saw the stretch of your jeans over the curve of your hip. I don’t know the color of your eyes yet because I still believe the sailors.

Now we are moving through the crowd. You cut through the room like the prow of a ship, chin angled up, never slowing down, like you’ve got shit to do and it can’t wait, even if you just need a cigarette. I’m a short distance behind, walls of water closing in. “Excuse me,” I say to the crush of bodies. “Please excuse me. I still smell of shipwreck.” But no one is listening.

Outside, mermen beg to light your cigarette and their Zippos wane in the glow of your hair, a sudden sunrise on the water at 10 o’clock at night. Our talk turns to mangos, which grow in plenty on this island. I want to pick them all for you and put them at your feet. Something swirls in your eyes and I hear sailor’s cries but I’m already sinking.

And somehow, the saltwater tastes sweet.

State of the Game

An update on House of Whack

No matter how many times I brought up the fact that the printer was able to create nice glossy, tri-fold cards that didn’t fall apart, they would not acknowledge it. They either would completely ignore the message or say ridiculous things like the nice glossy cards were identical to the horrible cards that fell apart.

Their final solution was to laminate the cards. This initially looked okay, but then the laminate started to blister and wrinkle. Also, they wanted an extra $950.

Since all the other cards they have done look great, I decided to just redesign the entire Guest deck as non-folding cards about 2/3rds the size of the current cards. One of my original designs involved a card that could be rotated one way or the other, like some Magic cards I had seen. Mischa reminded me of this design when he suggested it himself. I had been so enamored with the cleverness of the trifold concept that I had abandoned this rotating card idea.

So now I am almost done recreating the Guest cards in the new format. This has also given me an opportunity to tweak a few abilities and make some edits. Since the manual, box and quick start guide make reference to tri-fold cards, I will have to include an errata sheet explaining the change. This will also be an opportunity to get people to go to the web site and download the latest version of the manual. There have been some significant changes to the play mechanics. Or rather, I have a collection of house rules I recommend that people use.

I’ve designed the game so that it can be “patched,” updated, and modded pretty easily, which is coming in handy now.

Just Say No

No.

No, I don’t want to do it.

No, I don’t want to answer your email.

No, I am not reliable.

No, I won’t finish it.

No, I’m not the one for you.

No, I won’t rescue you.

No, you didn’t ask what I wanted.

No, you weren’t paying attention.

No, I don’t owe you anything.

No, I’m not going to be what you expect me to be.

A Kutschfahrt is not as uncouth as it sounds

Majcher showed up tonight at Great Hall with gaming goodness fresh from Germany. My very own copy of Die Kutschfahrt zur Teufelsburg (Coach Ride to Devil’s Castle, bom bum buuuuuumm!) had arrived! After a vicious game of Jungle Speed in which Nukes was actually wounded (Marc took a photo of the blood) and several people (including myself) almost took a totem to the face from Marc’s Strength 18 lunges, I peeled off the wrapper and we played us some Coach Ride.

This is the game of Coach Ride. In the game of Coach Ride, the players represent various hotties and consummate badasses in some European country (perhaps old Romania) where Van Helsing is not just a line of clothing, it’s a lifestyle choice. Each belongs to one of two secret societies with their own agendas. They find themselves sharing the same coach, drawn by midnight black steeds pulling the party inexorably closer to the crooked shadow of Devil’s Castle. How to pass the time? Ah, yes, let us have a battle of wits to determine where everyone’s allegiance lies.

The crux of the game is trying to find out who is on your team and who is your enemy. There can be no table talk on this matter: overtly hinting that you are on a particular side is verboten. Instead, a player makes an “attack” on another player. The remaining players decide to side with the attacker or the defender or to sit it out, watching what unfolds. The winner is allowed to look at the loser’s affiliation, gaining one of the most important bits of information in the game. Did the player just attack a friend? From this point on, the winner’s actions should be informed by this new knowledge. The best way to let someone know you are their side is to support their actions. If they attack, you assist in the attack. If they defend, you defend. It is really frustrating when people don’t observe this basic tactic.

Now, it would be too simple if all you had to do was determine everyone’s allegiance. No. Each side is also trying to secure either three goblets or three keys. Without these artifacts, they may not declare victory and they will become the laughing stock of the Romanian Secret Society Review. So in addition to attacks, players may propose trades, in secret, with another player. Everyone starts with two items, some of them goblets, some keys, and the rest weapons or other useful items. Carefully observing two players’ attitudes during a trade can reveal as much as winning an attack. Also, familiarity with all the possible items can inform you as to what is going on and you can begin to theorize why Player A may have proposed such a trade with Player B.

Last night, we played with six people, only one of which had never taken the ride. Overall, the game ran like a well-oiled coach. Allegiances were determined within 2 or 3 rounds and then the gloves came off. Marc’s ruthless eleventh-hour offer of the black pearl (an item which prevents a player from declaring victory for his team) to me actually won us the game. It prevented me from overconfidently declaring victory prematurely. I was convinced that between Nick, Monkeyman Dan and myself, we had three goblets. I knew Dan had two goblets and he had given one to me. Did he give the other to Nick in a trade? Surely one of us had a third goblet! But I was wrong. I had a bag which turned into a goblet when all the item cards were gone, but there was one left in the stack! New Guy on my left attacked me, using his special power to prevent anyone else from joining in. I cleverly forced the conflict into a draw, making him take that last item. My bag was now a goblet! Sensing the planets had aligned, Nick instantly declared victory for our side!

And that’s Coach Ride.

The No-longer Obsessive Movie Update

I’ve fallen out of my obsessively cataloging the movies I’ve seen phase (for the time being). But here’s the updated list:

1. Return of the King
2. Illuminata
3. Stay
4. Hot Fuzz
5. Children of Men
6. The Empire Strikes Back
7. Stardust
8. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
9. American Astronaut
10. Paprika

For the record:

11. Shortbus
12. Sunshine
13. Pirates of the Caribbean 3
14. Transformers
15. Die Hard with a Vengeance

The Magic Ends

I finally finished Myst V the other day and heard Atrus’ final words.

I finished Harry Potter today.

Mischa is leaving on Saturday, so there was the last board game session at Great Hall last Friday and the last RPG session will be Thursday.

By the end of the month, I will have finished watching Babylon 5 and I will finish reading The Dark Tower.

I want something to begin. To start and never end.