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In the summer, I joined Ink & Switch as a researcher of programmable ink.

Nothing happened in 2020.

Building a house in the woods.

A prolonged period of international travel, as a honeymoon + sabbatical. Highlights:

• Glad-handing at a leather-working convention in Milan.
• Fist-sized hunks of gorgonzola bought with pocket change in Scandicci.
• Bathing in Bartosz at LambdaCon in Bologna.
• Holing-up in a little mountain village in Andalusia, and getting lost for hours hiking across the mountains, and finally arriving at a cheese festival and drinking beer and eating cheese and feeling delighted to be alive.
• Reading every damn word in Bret Victor's codex.
• Trying VR with a fetishist ("No, the other kind of leather") in Tromsø.
• Sneaking into a military base in Bergen to watch Jaga Jazzist (we couldn't afford tickets).
• Catching a weird opera with pigs and schoolchildren in Frankfurt.

Freyja and I got married in a coffee shop!

A prolonged period of unproductive misery.

Then I move back to Calgary, and start making music again. Having taken a 2 year break, I feel a renewed sense of purpose. The music is much, much better.

A prolonged period of unproductive misery.

Moving to Edmonton, to live with circus/street performers in a decrepit house. I take a leave from my programming job and start making indie games with an old friend.

I've moved back to Calgary, back to my music community friends. I'm now doing most of the programming for my company. I stopped making visual art, and start doing bizarre performances.

I move back to my hometown, making 3D art in the garage of a passionate founder of an education media startup. I live with my parents, who let me make as much noise as I want (though I'm too ashamed to do it around them). I carry my drum kit out onto the frozen lake for field recordings and poster art photos. I drive to the city on weekends to play shows and promote my albums and see friends.

I'm an unemployed college and university-dropout, art-damaged, self-harming, a lethargic heap, lurking in a basement with his seething ex-girlfriend. For the first time, I have no innate sense of purpose, not even an inkling. Then I wake up to a voicemail cold-offering me a job doing 3D animation, and I bounce off "the bottom" with a resounding whump. As I write this—13 years later — I'm head of software at that same company, we're making strikingly cool interactive learning media, and I'm happily married. Talk about inverting the y-axis!

Life as a college dropout, with at least the usual amount of illegal, amoral psychosexual and mind altering exploration as you'd expect. Maybe a touch more. I apply and am accepted into an accelerated, inquiry-based Computer Science program at the University of Calgary. I realize that I love programming, and love making music.

My parents bought me a Power Mac G5 as a graduation present. I was accepted into the Alberta College of Art and Design.

My family bought our second computer: a G3 All-In-One — the infamous "Molar" Mac. We subscribed to MacAddict, and I started playing with 3D graphics applications on the bundled CD-ROMs.

My family bought our first computer: a used Macintosh Plus. I started making interactive games and animations with HyperCard. At school, my teachers encouraged my enthusiasm for computers with unfettered after-school access, special art software, and Logo-based Lego Dacta.

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