i don't really think my praxis is worth reading, let alone voting for. i did Journey, but not with any style or panache. go read Lincøln's praxis.





This was my first JttEotN. I can't wait for the next one! I will use my new knowledge to play at full force!

Mostly i was a chaser, and i caught 6 people.

#2 was a slow-moving friend of #1,

#s 4 and 5 were steadfast allies of #3 who turned their bands over to me willingly rather than break up the friendship,

and #6 fell into my lap on the 71. i played it cool and put my body between her and my armband until she and her cadre exited the bus. they were already set to run from a recently-turned friend of theirs, but i caught her nonetheless.

It was neat to be at full-alert when running from people, and i liked seeing the city in a strategic way. the grove was beautiful with glow sticks, and I met Sean. he was nice.












the rest of this- skip it. seriously, don't waste your time.







it's all just stupid emotional stuff and how i did a bad job. it's catharsis, not useful history.







that's another thing, i stress about doing a bad job too much when i should be making something great happen.







C'mon, Saturday, how do you really feel?

i feel like i missed all the fun, because i am dumb. i didn't know about the checkpoint challenges, so when i was tagged before the second checkpoint (seriously? not even the second checkpoint?)(yeah, a clown and i had a miscommunication.) i didn't bother going to any checkpoints. also i thought that runners would be alert to chasers between checkpoints, so i mostly skirted a block or so around the safezones and ran into approximately nobody. the end result was that i walked about 6 miles without seeing more than 20 people involved in the game. i spent about 7 hours skulking around San Francisco, looking nonchalant when people complimented my costume. that was another thing. i am totally chalant! i felt like i was half-in a character who was urbane and genteel, and so i couldn't access my natural effervescence, warmth and charm. the interactions i had were awkward and brief.

i also had increasingly distracting discomfort in my hip joints. what? why? am i 70 now? lame.

so when i couldn't find any players i decided that they were all just further ahead than me, and i'd go to the end point and work backwards. except by the time i was there it was getting harder and harder to ignore my hips, i had only one checkpoint stamp and 6 ribbons, and i felt pretty heavily bummed out. i met Sean at the refreshment tables. he said "oh, you're our next generation!" and i thought "oh how sweet and gratifying" and then i thought "with one stamp and 6 ribbons, you'd better hope i'm not your next generation" and so, with my impaired social skills, i said "oh," and kind of looked at the ground.

around then Rubin called, and that helped. i really like that guy. Corpus Callosum was playing, and i waltzed with their flyer girl, and started to feel better. I'm in a lovely garden surrounded by adventurers, i thought. how bad can it be?

it was about midnight by then, and i had been led by the internet to believe that buses stopped running after 12:30, so if i didn't get back to my car at start point by then i would be walking. walking by this point was bad. it seemed like an ok time to leave, as there weren't many people there and i had heard the party would go until 6am. so i caught a bus back to my car, had a nice conversation with Rubin, and spent like an hour getting across the city. navigation fail, plus SF doesn't believe in gas stations north of 15th. i finally got back to the park, excited about the large size to which the party had inevitably grown, excited about meeting Lincøln and Artmouse, excited about visiting with Corpus Callosum, in time to see the last of the clean-up crew snuggling into their cars to go home. I wasn't sure that was what they were, so i went to the garden, which was dark and tidy, and wandered aimlessly for a few minutes in case there was an after-afterparty-party somewhere nearby. Sean finally took pity on me and told me it was done. i said nothing interesting or useful, and headed home.

so i had about 20 min. of heightened awareness, navigation, and being chased, about 5 combined min. of chasing, about 20 minutes of interesting party, and the other 6.25 hrs peering at people's upper arms, forgetting directions, and trying to ignore my joints. i lose.

part of it was just bad timing. i missed hearing about the challenges, i missed the mass of players, i missed everybody i was hoping to meet at the party. i even missed the starting gun because i was getting change for the bus. i was just out of sync. but part of it is exactly the kind of thing that makes me think i don't belong at SF0, i am just extremely lame and should go watch television and wait for death instead of irritating interesting people with my noise. you get as much fun out of something as you bring to it, and i just failed to bring it. plus my choices are bad. i overthink things, causing me to try to fool the runners by not being where they are, and therefore seeing none of them. i flew solo, instead of cooperating with people. how can a person suck so much fun out of something so awesome? Is it talent, or finely honed skill? I was pretty disappointed. not in the game, which obviously is great and amazing, but in myself.

the high point of my game was Rubin telling me that Ink Tea's Halloween costume was Sexy Abraham Lincoln.

but today i played music at an art show where i had a couple pieces, and then Dax and J. and L. and V. and I were a rhizome, and we invented a new way to dance or do math or both. then we created a balloon orchestra. we all told funny jokes and laughed and everything was nice. i love that kind of physical/aesthetic explorative play, and i feel happy tonight. tonight i do not feel like a total loser. Next Journey i will come as myself, and i will do all the checkpoints, and i will have a better time than i had this Journey.

Seriously, I didn't have a good time at Journey to the End of the Night? And i call myself human?