Satori exploded… I’m rebuilding it.

So it’s been roughly three months since we made the move to Los Angeles. It doesn’t feel like that long, since we’ve both been keeping ourselves quite busy. But it’s been long enough for some of the things which seemed strange initially to begin to seem normal – or if not “normal” per se, just, expected.

For awhile I maintained a text file where I tracked the strange differences between San Francisco (where we moved from) and Los Angeles. But then, at some point, I lost it or accidentally deleted it. In a sense I suppose that’s appropriate… the differences don’t really matter any more, what’s important is the new normal and how we choose to adapt to it.

However, these differences do seem like a good topic for a nice long blog post.

On driving

Of course one of the first things people think about when they think of LA is… traffic. Okay, maybe the first thing is Hollywood, and the second thing is smog, but the third thing is DEFINITELY traffic. Our first experience of the pleasures of LA traffic was on our drive down in the moving van. It was about 11pm at night, and the traffic report came on the radio. WHAT? There’s traffic at 11pm? Sure enough, we ran into a bottleneck for awhile. There is nothing more enjoyable than bumper-to-bumper traffic in the middle of the night as you near your destination, bleary-eyed after six hours of driving. You can trust me on that. It is an unforgettable experience.

Of course LA is gridded with highways, vast six-lane-per-direction patched asphalt ribbons that still somehow manage to become jammed with traffic at all hours. People in LA refer to the freeways with a “the”, as in “the 101″, “the 405″, “the 10″… whereas in other cities I’ve lived we just call them out by name: “I-5″, “880″, etc. Not sure why there is that difference, but using “the” betrays you as a Los Angeles resident in many cities, so mind your use of particles.

In SF we barely drove, we only had one car between us and it lived the luxurious life of a garage queen. In LA on the other hand the thing most present in one’s mind while careening down a highway is how to maximize the amount of metal and air between you and the other multi-ton metal monsters that are driving like bumper cars, or perhaps lemmings running toward a cliff. Everyone moves so fast, so close together, while dodging the ever-present random idiots, that driving takes a high degree of concentration. I’m impressed with the people that are actually able to text while doing it!

An aside: Note that we aren’t living in LA per se, we’re actually living north and a bit west, in San Fernando Valley. But the area seems by and large homogeneous on the traffic front. And we drive down to LA proper quite frequently and experience very similar traffic entertainment.

On driveway dips

For some peculiar reason, many driveways in the area are absurdly sloped, and preceded with a deep gutter for the — rain? It does actually rain occasionally so I can only assume that’s why the gutters exist. However, it could also be a clever classist scheme which prevents Ferraris and Lambourghinis from frequenting particular shops.

Even in my car I find myself frequently dashing through turns across multiple lanes of traffic, and at the last moment jamming on the brake in order to prevent spearing my front bumper into the gutter-slope of an entrance driveway. It is always a very exciting moment indeed when the driver behind me eagerly follows my lead and attempts to match my highly velocity-variant move across oncoming traffic.

On food

Our first voyage to the market was designed exclusively to acquire the fundamentals: bread, coffee, things of that sort. In San Francisco, fresh Acme Bread is king, and there are many other bakers warring for that doughy throne. At our local market in LA we found… Wonder bread, some other bagged bread, and a few “value-priced” fresh loaves apparently baked by the store itself but visually not betraying any significant differences. No yummy artisan breads from local bakers. We can only assume that the Atkins revolution has overthrown local bakers and taken over the surrounding area.

A quick trip to the coffee section yielded similar results. In San Francisco the coffee aisle is typically a vast expense populated by offerings from national and local coffee roasters, whole bean and ground – an enviable caffeine buffet. And you really shouldn’t be buying beans in a store, anyway, you should be buying them directly from a local roaster, so they are as fresh as possible. In our local LA market we found instead one rack of bagged ground coffee – mostly from nation-wide roasters – and a few open buckets of roasted beans, cheerfully sharing their delicious essential oils with the dry local atmosphere. How sad for a coffee lover!

On the other hand, the opposite side of the coffee aisle yielded a delightful array of waters: sparkly waters, minerally waters, flavored waters, “smart” waters, “oxygen” waters, all sorts of… water. There was in fact as much territory devoted to water in this market as one would normally find devoted to coffee in a San Francisco outlet. So clearly we need to become water connoisseurs in order to deal with this overwhelming bounty.

The food disparity continued when we visited local restaurants. Los Angeles certainly has many fantastic establishments, but we were surprised to discover that in many of these, the focus is on the diners – not the food. We’ve found a few wonderful places so far, but particularly remarkable have been the occasions when diners have ignored the wait staff’s eloquent descriptions of a meal, only to pause their cell phone conversations and ask “what’s this?” when lovingly-crafted plates of food arrive. The restaurants of the moment seem to more frequently be about looking good, not eating well. Well, for a majority of the patrons, at least.

The final food amusement in our new home is about drink. For some reason, most drinks seem to be served with a straw. Is it because of lipstick? Is it because lips that have been “augmented” don’t hold onto glass rims quite so well as thye do a round straw? It’s unclear. Yet, you’ll certainly have no shortage of straws if you visit local Los Angeles restaurants. But please – don’t drink wine with a straw, okay? It’s just… wrong. No matter where you live.

On the weather

Los Angeles is known for sun, sun, sun. Sunny beaches. People in bikinis. Sand, surf. And on this it certainly doesn’t disappoint! If you’re used to the rocky nature of northern beaches, you will fall in love with the sandy beaches of LA. Well, unless you really, really like walking barefoot on rocks as some kind of Zen exercise. The beaches of Malibu in particular are quite gorgeous. There’s nothing like having brunch overlooking the Malibu beach on a delightfully warm winter day. “Layering”, as we are used to in San Francisco, is not a skill that comes in very useful on an LA beach. Just a note to self: ditch the black clothes and invest in a pair of stylish sunglasses. This is a lesson I have toiled away quite hard to learn, just to share with you today. Tans are also recommended, however this is something I have yet to fully come to terms with, as I consider my computer programmer pallor a badge of honor. If you see me with a tan at some game conference, you’ll know I have successfully acclimatized to the local region.

One myth: it actually does RAIN in LA. I’ve been quite pleased to be presented with a handful of glorious downpours which have given me good excuses to hole up with food show marathons and adventure games. I imagine as we move toward spring these fantastic opportunities might “dry up”, as it were, but I’ll be one of the few who are sad about that.

A downside of the typically glorious weather, at least in our neck of the woods, is the incredible dryness of the air. We are investing in all manner of technologically-advanced goopy moisturizers, and I am drinking at LEAST as much water as caffeinated beverages now. In fact we recently bought a humidifier for our apartment, much to the great dismay of the one plant I have yet to kill: my Christmas cactus.

On billboards

As a geek, one of the very enjoyable things about living in the San Francisco area is how the advertising world targets you. Big-eyed Zynga characters peer out of billboards pleading with you to send them your resume. Google ads taunt you with complex puzzles that could net you millions in stock options – if only you were smart enough to solve them! Oracle advertisements show off the speed of their next database revision – just for your next SaaS website! And hardware companies show off their next tera or nano thingamajig. It’s an awful lot of fun.

In Los Angeles it’s movies-movies-movies… and oh, lap bands! Do you need to lose some weight so you can make that next casting call? Well, don’t you fret: get a lap band! Your insurance will probably cover it! I’m not clear what it is yet, but I am fairly sure it has nothing to do with musical instruments.

On rudeness

The last most significant difference for me is the difference in rudeness level. It’s a subtle thing generally, until: random people cut you off in a market line, barge into your lane on the freeway, or harangue wait staff over forgetting the lemon for their water. It’s enough to make you want to over-tip, do the zipper rule on the freeway, and smile like a lunatic at everyone you pass by, just to try to balance the scales.

In San Francisco, you generally assume people are nice… and then you find an occasional idiot. In Los Angeles the reverse seems to be the rule. You generally assume people are idiots, and you get the pleasure of being surprised when someone is nice. Admittedly this is more of a “big city” issue, not a Los Angeles-specific phenomenon. It’s not too dissimilar from what you find in for example, New York. But it is a slippery slope – you might find yourself feeling that it gives you license to be an idiot as well: “Out of my way Hummer H2, I’m merging!” “Move your cart of Ensure, Granny!” I highly encourage you to refrain from these kinds of temptations.

In conclusion

All in all our move has been a good and entertaining experience. I continue to maintain the belief that in all places you will find things to love, and things to hate, and that typically you won’t know what these are going in. You have to keep an open mind when you move to a new area, and consider that there are new things you will learn to enjoy, and old loves you will need to leave behind. But jostling one’s habits and expectations can only be a good thing, as it encourages you to live life more fully.

Or at least, that’s what I keep telling myself when people cut me off on the freeway.

At Casual Connect Seattle this year Mike Mahemoff and I did a talk on the Chrome Web Store (similar to the one we did at GDC Europe), and also spoke on a panel called “Browser Tech Smackdown” (with Jim Greer of Kongregate, David Helgason from Unity, Danielle Deibler of Adobe, and Paul Cutsinger from Microsoft). The good folks at Casual Connect just posted them up on their site, so I thought I’d link them in here!

Games and the Chrome Web Store

Browser Tech Smackdown

One of the things I really like doing at places that seem unusual to me is to take quick 30 second video circles of them. It’s hard to capture the complete feel of a place with simple pictures, or a straight video shot. These circles help a bit. They still aren’t the perfect thing, but they’re closer. At Gamescom in Cologne, Germany this past week, I took three 30 second circles in different places inside of the expo halls. That show is SO massive. It’s a multiplier on top of E3, that’s for sure, and having the games fans from the public attending makes it so much more energized. I had a great time checking out the show and seeing my friends show off their games.

Here are my three 30 second circles from Gamescom.

Paul Hyman’s article on Gamasutra this morning was timely, as I’ve been thinking a lot about the term “social game” lately and what it actually means. Increasingly its usefulness as a descriptor is over.

Five or ten years ago we all talked about “online games”. When I ran developer relations at Sony I remember giving a lot of talks about the PS2 network adaptor, talking to our middleware partners about supporting online features, and working with developers to implement multiplayer online gameplay. Nowadays, we don’t talk about “online games” at all – that’s because ALL games have online features. The term “online game” has been deprecated, by and large.

The same thing is happening now with the term “social game”. Right now in the popular consicousness “social game” really means “Facebook casual game with social graph features”. But there are a lot of social graphs available now from other social network platforms such as Hi5 and RenRen. Apple (Game Center), ngmoco (Plus+) and Aurora Feint (OpenFeint) are examples of just a few of the social graphs available to developers on iOS. Xbox Live and the PlayStation Network of course have had social graphs inside their walled gardens for quite some time. So are games on mobile and core (console) game platforms that use social graphs “social games”? No one uses that term at the moment – so why do people use the term for casual titles?

As the game industry continues to evolve, “social game” will die out as well. Why? Because ALL games will connect to a social graph. That’s practically true already! It’s only a question of which social graph they will connect with, and how you will manage that as a player. And then, as a developer, finding an easy way to give the player control over that access.

At the moment, most developers I talk with seem to be abstracting away social graph API calls, in a similar way that one might abstract away rendering calls so that your game can run successfully using either DirectX or OpenGL. These kind of abstractions are never optimal, there’s always some slop involved when you try to determine the minimal set among multiple platforms and yet still allow your game code access to platform-specific features. But the time for arguing about whether or not to include social network access in your game is over: the answer is yes. Now, how to do it?