Atari Tempest: What's So Cool About It?

It works! My dad fixed my Tempest Machine!

...Continuing my previous post, let me first say that if you have tried Tempest in MAME, XBox, Playstation, or any other emulator or remakes, you have not had an adequate Tempest experience. On many versions the sound effects are horrible approximations, but the big omission is the knob controller. No mouse, stick, game pad, or trackball comes close to the feel, precision, and speed of a knob spinning a hefty little fly-wheel.

I sucked at arcade games when I was a teen in the early eighties. The irresistible draw was quickly overcome by frustration and lack of quarters. My attempts at Asteroids, Defender, Pac-man, Donkey Kong, and many others including Tempest, were always short-lived. Joust and Centipede were the only games I could survive long enough to enjoy. So I don't really have nostalgia for my youth in the arcade. Commodore 64 games like Lode Runner, Boulderdash, Jumpman, and Space Taxi have that honor.

Something about Tempest appealed to me though. The abstract, vanishing-point, vector graphics and the pulsing sounds created a psychedelic aesthetic that drew me to finally buy one, and now another one.

I made an important discovery with Tempest. You cannot excel by deliberate effort. You have to relax, adhere to the game's rhythm, watch with a broad perspective, and allow you mind to react involuntarily to the events in the periphery. It's a meditative state. This is exactly the same way I derive maximum enjoyment from biking, snowboarding, and other recreational pursuits. I have know idea weather this was intent of the designers but I have yet to see another game achieve this as effectively.

Tempest is as good as any milestone marking the end of the analog era and the dawn of the digital age. From the beginning of electronic technology until then, analog signals and wave forms were manipulated to model and record shapes and sounds. Forward from that point, the images and sounds our machines will be grids of pixels and streams of samples, all digital reproductions. Tempest sounds are synthesized. The graphics are drawn lines which only a few very early games can claim.

Tempest also marks a unique era in game design. The primitive technology did not allow any realism or much complexity. Games were necessarily abstract, concept driven, and required more imagination to design than today's games which generally model reality as closely as technology allows. Even though I think it's a blast to race cars in Gran Tourismo, and thrilling to play a soldier in Call Of Duty, I get more excited about doing something truly unreal like rolling skyscrapers into a giant ball in Katamari Damaci.

Video Game Weekend

(10pm: Can I really get to be before 11 if I start this entry?)

I have a cold so I couldn't snowboard. I got in a few hours of gaming this weekend, which is a lot for me. I used to be a game junky on the id Software track, depriving myself of sleep and nutrients for Wolfeinstein, Doom and Quake, with a generous helping of Parallax Software's Descent. At some point I burned out and games are an occasional recreation now instead of a full-time addiction.

Games just aren't as imaginative as the used to be. Clever, creative, unique games still get my attention.

I spent some time playing Katamari on the PSP. I love the Katamari games.

Some old friends came over bearing an XBox 360, on which we played some classic Doom, a mile-stone in game history and a favorite to this day. Halo 3 was really good looking but just another FPS to me. I don't know how anyone plays FPS games without a mouse.

(10:25 damn I'm slow.)

Then was noticed Rez HD was available for download. This fact may sell me on XBox. I LOVE Rez and it was one of the games that pushed me to buy a PS2. The HD XBox version was gorgeous with improved resolution and frame-rate. The rhythmic pulsing controllers are an essential part of the original though and I don't know if that feature is included in the XBox version.

But the big game-geek time-sink this weekend was my purchase of a 1981 vintage upright Tempest Machine.I owned one for a few years in my early 20's. Bought it for $200 and sold it for $275 a few years later when I was married. They became highly sought in the in the late nineties and I saw them ebaying for $1600. I still see some asking that high, but they seem to sell for around $600.

On a sort of long term whim, I exchanged emails with a seller for a couple weeks, drove about 45 minutes north yesterday, play tested for a few minutes, then handed over $600 and loaded up. Once I had it in my basement I got a bout 5 minutes into the first game and it started crashing. After a few resets it was dead.

....SHIT

My dad was an electrical engineer for 20 years, designing oscilloscopes and signal generators for Hewlett Packard. He stopped by this afternoon, took a look at the diagrams that had been stashed in the machine's cabinet, and after probing with his meter for about 10 minutes he had ID'ed a failed component, had online suppliers and prices on my computer, and handed me a note with local suppliers that should have the widgets in stock during business tomorrow.

....Cool

(11:04. I'll blather more about how cool this game is later.)
SUMOTORI DREAMS is a BRILLIANT game! I laughed my asses off. Everyone must try it.

Music Move

Under pressure of friends I've decided to begin pursuing my DJ hobby more actively. I've created a separate blog for my alias DJ Derivative. All music related posting will be done there and I've moved my music recommendations there.

Are you going to eat that?

I found a pie in my yard today. So I put it on the Craigslist lost and found. I wonder what responses I'll get.

"Found: A frozen, boxed, Swans brand key-lime pie this evening in a snowbank in the 2700s 2300e area. Packaging was not damaged so I put it in my fridge to thaw. I'm going to dig into it soon so if you want it back you better email me quick."

All My Bikes

How did I get here?



It started with a Big-Wheel. The Christmas morning I got it, the fat kid next door took it and broke the fork off before I ever rode it. I cried to my parents who said "that's the way it goes". I passed this important lesson on to my little brother and commandeered his Big-Wheel.






Next up was a mid-70's, Special Edition Denver Broncos "Orange Crush" Schwinn Scrambler. It was orange with a purple banana-seat and grips and super-fun.




When I was 14 I excavated my dad's old bike from the tool shed and started riding everywhere. It was a huge, heavy, yellow, Schwinn 10-speed beast. I was always standing up and cranking hard. My thighs stopped fitting in my jeans.




At 15 my parents gave me a Univega touring bike. It was great while it lasted but was stolen at a store where I was contemplating which model airplane would be the coolest to blow up with fire-crackers. A year later I had a drivers license and didn't care when the police recovered the Univega from a field.




When I was 22ish I bought an '88 Specialized Stumpjumper on a whim. Just as I was realizing how fun trail riding was I crashed and ripped my arm out of it's socket. By the time I had recovered I had moved to Park City where I began to explore the alpine trails.




I bought a newer ('92?) Stumpjumper with a 1.5 inch suspension fork. I went on my first trip to Moab, where biking became part of who I am. It was a revelation. The landscapes, challenge, and exhilaration were a combined experience I will never stop pursuing. A year later I moved to Salt Lake, parked my car, and spent a six months riding for my primary transportation and recreation.





My Cannondale Super V 1000 was stable, light, responsive, and strong. Coming from a cross-country riding background it seemed very plush with 3" full suspension. It got stolen from the back of my truck after a few years or good riding.




The Cannondale 2000 Jekyll was my least favorite bike. I was too big and riding too hard to keep being a weight-weenie. It was 28 pounds with about 4 inches of travel. Once I fitted it with higher rise stem and got out of the face-first cross-country position, it was much easier to ride bigger obstacles. I broke 3 wheels, the frame, and the swing arm while I owned it. I sold it.




My Cannondale Gemini 900 was a used rental. It had 6" travel and weighed 35 pounds. I never worried about breaking it and I could still pedal up anything I wanted. The suspension design was primitive so it tended to buck on jumps and was hard to balance, but I had a great time on it. I rode it for 3 seasons before it was stolen from the back of my truck.




I bought a BMX bike with a banana seat at a garage sale and kept it at my office. It was similar to my Scrambler, and a pretty comical ride for a 6'4" adult. I'd ride it around campus to meetings and classes, and even rolled downtown for lunch. (I work at University of Utah which is uphill from downtown Salt Lake. I never locked it and it was never stolen. Hopping the train back to my office was mandatory because "Scooty Puff Jr" was too small to actually pedal. I gave it to a friend who wanted a Burning-Man bike.





My little BMX cruiser was so much fun I decided to get a real cruiser I could ride to work. I ended up with an Electra Townie 24. With a few upgrades I had a fun, relaxed bike, faster than most mountain bikes on my commute. I keep it on hand now as a 'breakfast bike' to roll down the cafe late weekend mornings.




My current trail bike is Trek Session 77, another used rental. The suspension design is more advanced that my previous swing-arm bikes, and the difference is huge. For the first time I can do transition jumps and balance obstacles are much easier. It has 7" travel and weighs over 41 pounds. I can still do all the major climbs around Park City, but it is work.





Having a third bike certifies one as a bike nut. I bought a hardtail (another rental) in Park City for $250 and commuted it for about two weeks before it disappeared from a coffee shop. I missed it. A friend pointed out the Nashbar Signature frame, an inexpensive, high-end material/construction hardtail. I put a ridged fork on it and discovered ridged hurts, even on the street, so I'm running some bigger slicks that can soak up about an inch of impact. My fave feature is the 1x8 drive train with an old-school lever shifter. For the intended task this bike is simple, fast, fun, light, strong, and I love it.

Substitue Profile

Due to the suckyness of the built-in profile thingy, see this post instead for some superficial crap about me:

My Favorites
Bike Trail: Gooseberry Mesa
Snowboard Resort: Snowbasin
City: Vancouver BC
Car: 88-89 Toyota MR2, Superchared
Food: Sushi
Simpson Character: Arnie Pie
Arcade Game: Tempest
Console Game: Rez
Book: Neuromancer, William Gibson
Movie: City Of Lost Children
Music: Don't get me started.
Cocktail: White Russian with Vox Vodka

Age: Born 1967

Altitude: 6'4

Dog: Lego, German Shorthair, Female.

Car: '98 Toyota Tacoma

Bike:
Trek Session 77

Job: Network Admin

Hometown: Salt Lake City. Previously Snohomish County WA, Loveland CO, Sunnyvale CA, Redbank NJ.

Mac or PC: PC