Gentlemen and Ladies:

We find ourselves intrigued by the inherent contradiction that greets us as we begin. “Yesterday’s Salad: Where we still support your revolution”. In order for salad truly to be yesterday it must perforce not be revolutionary i.e. that which seeks to supplant the old. We find ourselves in a universe confused at its outset, befuddled in its origins.

But fear not precious friends. Allowing myself the unthinkable innovation, I shall write in the first person in order to facilitate our understanding. I, Haverstam, shall lead the counter-revolution. That which is old is best. It is by this maxim that we shall find enlightenment and truth. Let us move forward by moving backward; upward by moving downward; and forever twirling, twirling towards freedom.

Men of science have fallen victim recently to some rather dippy conjecture. There is a gentleman at Harvard, one Homi Bambam I am told, who is very much the man in form. Allow me to narrate a story that has yet to be told using reason free from passion. We, I mean I, shall show how a solid grounding in the sources and the science of historical inquiry always anticipates and trumps the new.

There is an beverage, popular among men of breeding and character, that I wish humbly to submit to the annals of yesterday’s salad. An Old Fashioned you say? Ha! But surely you, I mean we, jest. Sadly, the New Salad Order has cast this important beverage to the dustbin of history. Let these dry bones live!

A Harvey Wallbanger is essentially a screwdriver with one crucial distinction – it is made with a dash of Galliano. Galliano is a liquer named for Major Guiseppe Galliano, hero of the first Italo-Ethiopan war of 1895-1896. Widely considered the first instance of successful African military opposition to colonialism, Galliano’s heroics represent a single bright spot for an otherwise beleaguered Italian force.

That which is old is best. Mr. Bambam wants us to believe that his is a revolution. Dearest saladeers, let us not be swayed by the very simple terms used to express such ideas. Colonialism is not as easy as one may think while reading Mr. B. Things are actually more complex than they seem. The fine men and women drinking Harvey Wallbangers knew long ago (ca.1960) that we can not forget about the Italian army and the defeat it suffered.

Art and Gaming, Unabashed

October 9, 2007

In an early episode of the British sitcom “Spaced,” Tim and Daisy, the protagonists, counsel their downstairs neighbor, Brian, the tortured artist, on his fashion sense.


Daisy: You don’t like him, do you?
Tim: No, I do. I just think he’s a bit pretentious.
[Brian enters, wearing a very loud waistcoat]
Brian: How do you think I look?
Tim: Bit pretentious?
Daisy: You look lovely, Brian.
Brian: Do you think I should lose the waistcoat?
Tim: I think you should burn it. Because if you lose it, you might find it again.

Since Vince Twelve was kind enough to provide two games in “What Linus Bruckman Sees When His Eyes Are Closed” (conveniently abbreiviated “WLBSWHEAC”), running in simultaneous split-screen, here at Yesterday’s Salad we’ve opted to run two brief reviews of the game, side-by-side, ala Tim and Daisy.

The game is lovely. It’s a mix between two different but engaging puzzles, providing the player with a pair of different but illuminating narratives. One is particularly humorous, dotted with obscure science fiction references the world over; the other is downright mythopoetic, highlighting a young woman’s struggle to reassert the natural order of things, both in terms of the corporeal world and the ineffable.Yet, at first you only understand the one game, and then when you finish the really big puzzle at the center of it, you get to translate the puzzle that is happening above. Yet, while you’re engaged with it, the game above is still progressing somehow, it’s just that you don’t really know in which way. It’s a big mystery, until you finish the bottom game and enable the subtitles… then you can go back and see what you’ve been missing! The graphics are also pretty out of this world. The sci-fi game is admirably quirky, and the Japanese mythology game looks quite august in the detail with which it’s been drawn. Along with the sound design, which follows the gameplay hand-in-hand, and the cracking good dialogue  (which is both witty and at times bizzare). it’s an achievement of remarkable proportions.You see, it’s a game, but it makes you think in ways you wouldn’t imagine yourself doing so for any other game. In short, your interpretation of the game makes the whole thing last well beyond the time you’re playing it, such that it’s not really a game, after all. It’s a work of art. It’s a bit pretentious. I mean, seriously, there’s one ginormous puzzle in the middle of the game, with absolutely no ramping up of difficulty. And seriously, what kind of adventure game can it be if I don’t get to combine improbable items with one another to create MacGuyver-like contraptions? The author can have some brownie points for the central puzzle. It’s a lot harder than most of the puzzles with which adventure game-players are acquainted. Yet, seriously, if the guy is looking to appeal to a wider audience, should the central puzzle be one that you need a bloody graphic calculator to solve? Admittedly, the graphics are nice. Yet, what’s with putting half of the game in Japanese? Does he figure that most gamers worth their salt have worn through the Criterion Collection’s Kurosawa archive? Or perhaps he thinks that the average gamer’s brain is made of Twiglets and is relatively pliable? Seriously, though the independent-gaming press seems to be eating this game up, I can’t help but wonder if it’s just because they don’t “get” the game and are deathly afraid of appearing that way.I mean, contentions aside, it’s a good, solid game with very hard puzzles and bitching graphics. The dynamic music is also a strong point for a game that you might be playing (and pulling your hair out from) for quite some time.  Furthermore, you can get subtitles to the Japanese game if you complete the bottom game. And this will definitely turn some people off, although it’s funny to think that many adventure gamers have no problem taking *hours* to decode cyphers or other codes in games.

But the way that people fawn over it, ooh ahh, it’s a little weird. And I worry that people will immediately forsake the fact that it’s a game for the fact that it’s somewhat abstract, and will praise it but not play through it… simply latching on to it’s complexity without appreciating that as a part of adventure games. Kind of like a really bright gem as the only gem, when it’s really among many other gems that shine differently, right? I mean, I certainly get it. Do you?

No matter what the aspiring artist or jaded critic in you might say, “What Linus Bruckman Sees When His Eyes Are Closed” is an excellent game, and probably belongs in a similarly themed gallery installation near you. While some games might appeal to gamers alone, WLBSWHEAC is a game that you ought to play if you can operate a mouse, and well-worth sharing with pretty much everyone you know who uses a computer, if only to see where the medium can go. Any smoke that comes out of your ears is simply the gears of your mind coming to a halt and is par for the course. •