Category: History

2018 in Photos

Distilling a year into ten photos is never easy, but this year was particularly tough. Furthermore whilst this post tends to prioritize vacation shots, that’s only because I’ve sorted them way better than the normal day-to-day photos, so there’s probably a few gems that should have been here that aren’t.

The year began, as it usually does, in Oz:

Bernard and I went on a lengthy road trip from the Southern Ocean all the way up to Newcastle and had a blast on the way. We even ran into notorious Australian terrorist Ned Kelly at one point:

In March KLS and I went to the city for the first of three trips this year. It was cold but fun, and we lived like the urbanites we are for a few days:

Our first international vacation was to Scotland, otherwise known as the prettiest country on Earth. This was one of those dream vacations we’ll never forget, and in our little car we saw the length and breadth of the highlands and hebrides islands and enjoyed one amazing day after another, like the puffins on Staffa:

Or the standing stones on Orkney:

Or even just eating fish’n’chips at the northernmost town in Great Britain:

During the summer Bernard and Lakshmi visited! Here we are deep in a dungeon:

We went on another vacation too. After a brief stop in Portland for Florence’s wedding (insert heart emoji here) we jetted off to Hawaii for fun in the sun… and a hurricane!

The first four days were beautiful and warm and sunny and we spent a lot of time at or on the beaches. But then this happened:

And next thing you know the beaches emptied and people wrote SOS in the sand:

As you know we were lucky and the storm dissolved before reaching us. But that was certainly an interesting and memorable experience, and one I don’t want to soon repeat!

I’ll end with a shot of my lovely friend Yossie, which just shows you don’t have to go to exotic places to take photos you’ll treasure forever:

So thats the year in a nutshell. A good one; a memorable one. I hope you enjoyed the blog in 2018.

What’s next? Well in a week I’ll be in Oz once again, and mid January I’ll be flying from Sydney to Tokyo where I’ll meet Bernard for a week of otaku madness. I think it’s safe to say there’ll certainly be some photos worth seeing here in the next few weeks…

My Collection: Playstation

The Playstation, Sonys first video game console, was released in the US on September 9 1995. I bought mine that very day and it quickly became my favourite console. While it wasn’t the first CD based console, and was even arguably weaker than the Sega Saturn released a few months earlier, the Playstation (PS1) was an immediate success, and in the months and years ahead would change the video game industry from a hobby aimed at children to a hobby for all ages.

That’s the third Playstation I owned, the ‘PSOne’ model that was released late in it’s lifestyle (in 2000). My first two Playstations had died in the intervening years, both due to laser failure which was a common problem for the system. The above photo shows a portable screen attached to the unit itself, but it also obviously can be used with a TV.

I bought about 150 games for the system during it’s active years, but I traded in more PS1 games than for any other system and only own about 75 today. It was a fantastic system for role-playing games, and most of what I keep to this day is in that genre. It was also the console that helped ‘3D’ games (polygon based) mature, although this was in part coupled with a detrimental effect on 2D games that took years to subside.

That said, the graphics are very crude by todays standards, and as a result many PS1 games have dated poorer than the bitmap-graphics games from the previous generations:

The console had a long lifespan though – about 6 years – and developers learned it inside out by the end. Comparing a late-generation game to a launch game is like comparing two different consoles, and some of the late 90s releases still impress today.

The system used black discs more for marketing than effect (piracy was still rampant) and while in those days we were astonished by the larger amount of content (and voice, sound and video) games could contain the drive speed was slow and this was a very common part of the PS1 experience:

It makes playing games from disc a somewhat tedious process these days, at least on original hardware. But while fun to poke fun at, it wasn’t so bad 20+ years ago assuming the game itself was good, and thankfully many of them were.

The above are three of my favourite games of all time: complex, lengthy and rewarding dungeon crawls each with a different style. Symphony Of The Night and Valkyrie Profile has since been released (in fact I purchased the PS4 port of Symphony Of The Night just two weeks ago!) but Vagrant Story remains a system exclusive. This game is notable for many ways, not the least of which is it was set in the world of ‘Ivalice’ which would eventually become the setting for FF12 many years later. It’s a true masterpiece, and I wish Square would have decided to remake it instead of FF7.

Speaking of Final Fantasy the system was also home to three main-series games (FF7 through 9), an incredibly good spin-off (FF Tactics) and a multitude of rereleases of the earlier games in the series. I bought, played and still own them all.

Few people remember that the PS1 is where the ‘Souls’ series began. The above are the first three games in the series, and while of a different genre (1st person dungeon crawls) are every bit as bleak and punishing as the Dark/Demons Souls series. King’s Field is the earliest PS1 purchase I still own, being bought a few months after the system was released.

I was writing for Working Designs during the PS1 era, and they were a somewhat prolific company known for the lavish packaging of their games. This was the early glory days of the translated RPG in America, and they rode the wave to great success.

Many of the games I own – including most I have shown – are worth a pretty penny these days. Some of the ones in my collection are valued in the hundreds of dollars and every time I do a post like this I briefly consider selling my collection. But as usual I won’t, and they’ll go back into the box for another indeterminate amount of years.

The PS1 sold over 100 million units, was successful all over the world, and spawned a legacy that has continued through 3 other consoles (PS2, PS3, PS4) and two portables (PSP, PSV). Over the years I have bought over 700 games for Sony systems, and while they’ve moved away from the portable console market now, I don’t see the Playstation brand ending any time soon.

Original PS1 hardward these days is arguably useless. The followup console – the PS2 – was fully reverse compatible and provides a much better way to play PS1 games than on original hardware. Furthermore the hardware problems (mostly, as mentioned, the laser) and issues connecting old models to new TVs mean it’s not in particular demand. However many of the games still are worth playing, and in a couple of weeks Sony is released a ‘Playstation Portable’ plug-and-play device similar to those Nintendo has had such success with recently. I personally think the game list and choice to forsake analogue controllers leaves a lot to be desired and have little interest in this new device, but I hope that it succeeds and is for many a reminder of the history of one of gamings most important ever releases.

For me, I’ve still got my 2000-model PSOne and screen, as well as a big box of amazing games. I reckon I’ve got at least another playthrough of Vagrant Story awaiting me some time in my future…

My Junior Year

The vast majority of my students are ‘juniors’ which is what we call 3rd years here in the US. Experienced students therefore; slightly more likely to focus on studies than other pursuits. One of them said yesterday that for various reasons she thought junior year would be her best year in college.

My original junior year was 1992. I was a ‘pure mathematics’ major then, in the thick of studies. Do I remember it as my best year? Do I remember it at all?

I found the above photo online, and it shows 4 University of Newcastle (UON) math department professors back in 1992. The occasion was to celebrate a $20,000 grant for new computer equipment. I had classes with the two in the right and possibly the second from left as well. I don’t recall the lessons at all, except that class sizes were small and I never found the work very challenging.

I don’t remember doing homework or taking exams. I don’t remember enrolling in classes or getting my grades. I don’t remember a single classmate and aside from an infamous nudist computer science professor I don’t really remember any of my instructors either. (Were it not for that photo I never would have remembered the guys that taught most of my classes!)

What I do recall from my university days are long bus rides, somewhat uncomfortable lectures (there was no AC in the classrooms), very inexpensive lunches at the campus center (sausage roll and a can of Coke) and many, many hours spent between classes in the library or computer rooms.

I don’t remember any strong feeling of studying toward a goal in those days. I would just attend classes (always math or linguistics, which I had bizarrely kept taking classes in) without much thought of why or what I wanted to ‘do’ with my life. A professor guided me toward an actuarial scholarship during 1992 which – after going to Sydney for qualifying exams – I was surprised to be offered before turning it down when I realized I wasn’t actually interested.

Of course 1992 was when KLS visited Australia, and while I hadn’t at the time decided I’d leave Australia I wonder if the seed had been planted?

My leisure time in those days was spent playing games (it still is…), hanging with friends and using the nascent internet. I had a big collection of friends in those days, many of which had cars or lived nearby so I was rarely without someone to bother 🙂

I also took advantage of student train fares to take frequent day trips to Sydney and have more vivid memories of them than I do of my daily university grind! I expect in those days I may have supposed my future lay in Sydney (there was a brief investigation into law school…) but I can’t recall thinking of what I’d do there.

By the end of 1992 I’d started the (hellish!) immigration process and turned my eyes to distant shores. For many this would have been a very stressful prospect, but I recall embracing it with the optimism I’ve gone through most of my life and as a result feeling even less pressured by school.

1992 in retrospect was a year in which I was lazily learning to be an adult without the associated challenges. My junior year and last full year at UON – and in Oz – was carefree, relaxing and overall one I hold fuzzy but warm memories of. I suppose I would have to say that yes, it was my best year of my first college career, and I suspect were I able to pop back and ask the me of ’92 how his life was going he’d say “Pretty good!”