Brian sent me a nice thick packet of foreign reviews of Prince – always a pleasure – and a new disk of Prince 2 graphics from Leila. Drove to Mt. Kisco with Mom and Emily to look at them, in a computer graphics shop that charges $20 for 15 minutes (a far cry from the 60 cents they charge in Salamanca). By an ironic twist of fate, it’s located where the Electric Playhouse used to stand.
I should write my memoirs… starting at age 15 when I got my first Apple II, up through the publication of Prince, the game that marked the end of the Apple II era. It’s a good story, and it’s a piece of history that’s really mine: I was there. Don’t know who’d want to read it, though. Besides, I hate people who write their memoirs when they’re young. It’s so egotistical.
Whenever I get elegaic about my past like this, it’s usually a sign that some big change is about to happen.
Here I am, as free as it’s possible for anyone to be – free to travel, work, fall in love – and I’m holding back, like I’m waiting for my life to start. This is my life. It’s not a preparation for anything – it’s the thing itself. I have got to remember that.
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[quote]Don’t know who’d want to read it, though.[/quote]
I’d say plenty of people =) but that probably wasn’t apparent in 1992.
That’s pretty funny. Your ‘old journals’ label have 46 pages of entries. This one is on page 40, and I’ve been reading everything from the start. It’s a great read, truly inspiring.
I can really can relate to young Jordan. You wrote this in your late twenties, and I’m 28 now. Except my life is really a bore, but we like a lot of the same stuff. I went to film school, just to find out i didn’t really had the drive. All I have to show (yeah, over my dead body) is a shitty cartoon short. Then nothing happened for years and I forced myself to get some deadend civil service job. And now I decided to start over and I’m studying Computer Science, after work at night. Gamedev is at least a useful hobby, struggling to make my own version of pong taught me a enough to give me some edge on programming and something to brag about to my classmates, who are all 10 years younger than me, haha.
In 1992 I was 11. It was around that time that I got to play Prince of Persia, and it blew me away. Thank you for posting these journals. They should make a movie about you.
“Besides, I hate people who write their memoirs when they’re young. It’s so egotistical.”
Yeah, but you had done more at that point than a lot of people do in their entire lives. I’m 28 and I’ve STILL never been outside the States.