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This evening I went with friends to see the Berlin Philharmonic. It was all wonderful.

But when Yuja Wang came out to play Prokofiev’s Piano Concerto No. 2, it all went somewhere far beyond wonderful. I don’t think I’ve ever had such a powerful experience at an orchestral performance.

Prokofiev’s second piano concerto is a work of intense emotion. He wrote it in memory of a close friend who had committed suicide, and he essentially wrote it twice — the second time after the original orchestral score was destroyed in a fire following the Russian revolution.

Yuja Wang played the piece as though she was possessed. It was astonishing to see and hear so much emotional power flow from a single human being, particularly one so young.

Meanwhile, the orchestra and conductor Paavo Jarvi clearly understood that something extraordinary was happening, and they rose to the occasion magnificently. The interaction between pianist, conductor, orchestra and enraptured audience was a thing of pure beauty.

It was one of those moments that make you realize how truly fortunate you are to be alive.

VR headsets seem to be
The hot new business, you’ll agree.

In a movie you can view
Only what’s in front of you.

But VR shows what’s all around,
From back to front, from sky to ground.

Yet there are problems, so it seems,
In selling those immersive dreams.

You can’t walk in this new space
Because you’d fall upon your face.

You cannot run, you can’t explore
And when you hear that dinosaur

You cannot look behind to check,
Unless you want to hurt your neck.

The real next-gen millionaires?
They’re buying stock in swivel chairs!

Today a man that I know professionally attacked me on a social network site, in a particularly puerile and ignorant way. My first instinct was to fight back, to publicly defend myself.

And then I realized that the entire episode was simply ridiculous, that this guy was just taking a cheap and intellectually lazy shot. To directly respond to such an attack would be, at best, a waste of time.

You never know when somebody will try to misrepresent you, whether through malice, ignorance or stupidity. And you may feel the immediate instinct to fight back.

But often the attack is so evidently ludicrous and ill informed that no defense is required. You just need to trust that the people reading these things are not idiots, and will see such nonsense for what it is.

Or else what’s the point of anything?

Today a friend told me a story she heard about a study that was done among chimpanzees in Africa. I suspect the story is apocryphal, but in a way that makes it even better.

It seems that some scientists had been studying a group of chimpanzees, and had observed behavior which in humans correlates to depression, such as eating at odd times, spending lots of time alone, and staying on the outskirts of the group. This behavior was observed in about 10% of the chimps, which happens to be near to the percentage of Americans who show symptoms of depression.

The scientists removed the depressed chimps for six months, to see how this would affect the behavior of the other 90%. It’s possible that the chimps signed a voluntary consent form for participating in such a disruptive study, but I’m not holding out much hope.

You might think that in the absence of the depressed individuals, the remaining majority would produce another 10% of depressed chimps. But apparently that’s not what actually happened.

What actually happened was this: When the scientists returned six months later, all of the non-depressed chimps were dead.

It would seem that the depressed chimps had functioned as a kind of early warning system, continually looking out for predators, tropical storms, and other threats to the group. Without that system in place, the group was doomed.

When I heard about this study, I remember thinking how great it would be for depressed people. Instead of being a problem to be fixed, they would know that their condition is a valuable asset to society, providing a critical mass of individuals uniquely suited to guarding against danger.

I figured this would make my depressed friends vey happy.

Oh no, I thought. What happens if we become a society with no depressed people? We are all doomed.

Suppose you had never heard of holotheatre, and somebody invited you to see a robo-play. Imagine how strange the experience would be.

All of those robots rolling around the room, saying things that were actually the words of humans, and touching people who are wearing VR headsets. You might be appalled at the people who are interacting with these odd machines, wandering about in what is clearly a make believe reality, acting as though everything about this made up world is real.

Every once in a while, one of these crazy robots would roll toward some audience member, who wouldn’t seem to know the robot is there. The robot might do something weird like hand the audience member a glass of water, or blow air in their face. Even worse, the robot might start singing — and the person holding the glass of water wouldn’t seem to realize that a robot has burst into song.

“Hey!” you might be tempted to shout to the robots, “Why are you harassing these people?”

But your major worry would be reserved for the audience. All of these apparently intelligent citizens, falling for an obvious trick. Why, you might ask yourself, don’t they realize that those robots among them are merely pretending to be human?

Suppose you had never heard of “theatre”, and somebody invited you to see a play. Imagine how strange the experience would be.

All of those people up on stage, saying things that were actually the words of somebody else. You might be appalled at these odd people, walking about in what is clearly a make believe reality, acting as though everything about this made up world is real.

Every once in a while, one of these crazy people would look toward us — the audience — gazing out into the middle distance as though none of us is there. They might do something weird like launch into a lengthy speech, apparently to the empty air. Or even worse, they might express their deepest emotions by singing — without, apparently, ever realizing that they have burst into song.

“Hey!” you might be tempted to shout to the person up on stage, “Can’t you see us? We’re right here!”

But your major worry would be reserved for the audience. All of these apparently intelligent citizens, falling for an obvious trick. Why, you might ask yourself, don’t they realize that those people up there are merely pretending?

This evening I was having dinner with some friends, one of whom was Paul Debevec. We were discussing the cultural shift in the general acceptance of smoking in public, and Paul remarked that smoking had become denormalized.

One of the people at the table really liked the word “denormalized”, and wanted to know exactly what it meant. Paul explained that he had meant it in the sense of a shift in what is generally considered to be normal behavior.

So I asked him, if everyone should some day start smoking again, whether we could then say that smoking had become renormalized.

Paul, tapping effortlessly into his inner computer graphics nerd, replied: “The norm always divides us.”

I agreed, adding: “And then it makes us one.”

Yesterday a colleague was showing a retrospective of seminal virtual reality artworks. One work in particular brought back a poignant memory.

It was early September, fourteen years ago. I was in Amsterdam watching the presentation by Tomiko Thiel of her brilliant interactive piece Beyond Manzanar (created in collaboration with Zara Houshmand). The experience immersed you in the point of view of a Japanese-American in one of those bizarre internment camps erected during World War II.

I remember thinking several different things while I was watching her presentation. One was how strange it was that you could be born in the U.S., a citizen of this country, and yet be locked up because you had an inconvenient ancestry.

I knew that a very large proportion of the U.S. population derives from German immigrants, and I found myself musing how strange it would be if our government had tried to pull the same trick on U.S. citizens of German ancestry. That would have required locking up a fairly large proportion of the U.S. population.

Interesting that they did that to native born Americans of Japanese ancestry, but not to native born Americans of German ancestry. What on earth could the difference be? The answer might be beyond the bounds of rational thinking. Maybe you can figure it out.

The other thing I was thinking in that moment was how fortunate we are that our country no longer looks in fear and loathing at entire segments of its population, just because they hail from a particular ethnicity. We’ve moved beyond that level of paranoia.

It was a comforting thought. And while I was thinking it, somebody came on stage and announced that a plane had crashed into one of the twin towers of the World Trade Center.

So much for comforting thoughts.

Today I attended a panel about women in the special effects industry. At some point one of the panelists talked about Gamergate. Most of the people in the room — not being from a game dev background — hadn’t known about it.

She described the general level of polarization and acrimony that resulted from the conflict, and how a general tone of negativity and mutual accusation came to pervade much of the discussion. Among the sad outcomes of that sequence of events, she said, was a general feeling of disheartenment throughout the community.

This was particularly unfortunate because in the years leading up to Gamergate, there had been a sense among game developers of possibilities opening up, of new and innovative genres being created, and of an expansion of the audience for computer games. But in the wake of Gamergate, she said, that feeling of optimism largely gave way to a general sense of depression. Instead of being joyful and hopeful, many people in the community found themselves feeling sad.

After the panel, I told her that I really liked what she had said. I also suggested she might try to work through that lingering feeling of sadness by playing Zoe Quinn’s Depression Quest.

I spoke at a conference session today in which the focus was on Virtual Reality. And I realized that there was at least one fundamental difference between my talk and all of the other talks in the session.

Everyone else was primarily concerned with what you see when you enter a virtual world, and whether you can see it with high quality. Some were concerned about realistic rendering, some about scientific data, and some about the fidelity and detailed modeling of objects in the virtual world.

Which brought home to me that my interest is not really about creating an alternate world, but rather in finding new ways for people to hang out with each other. To me the real attraction is always other people. If you and I enter the Holodeck together, we may discover (or invent) new ways to communicate with each other. And that’s the real power-up.

As long as the alternate world seems real and solid enough that you can feel you are really there (so issues like latency are still very important), the thing that really matters in our project is not the space itself, but the other people who are there with you.