Dream Port(2007)

[Tancredo Dori]

Thereis no high quite like the emasculated agony of graphics envy. It was 2007, I was 16 years old, and still fully bound to the limitations of the Xbox 360 and PS3 in the bedroom. The hand-me-down laptop whirring on the desk could barely handle Battlefield 1942, much less the relentless tempo of speedy processors dutifully obsoleting the seventh generation of home consoles. Still, I voraciously tore through the games press, reading up on the mouthwatering vistas that were enthusiastically unavailable on a DualShock, essentially as a way to torture myself. The primary object of my obsession? Supreme Commander.

Gas Powered Games' watershed RTS arrived with exactly one selling point; this thing was a beast, and you should be jealous if you couldn't run it. And so, I binged the 360p E3 preview footage of Supreme Commander on my sad, dinky laptop, which seemed to wheeze and gag at the mere sight of all of the quicksilver troops swarming over the skirmish fields. So close, and yet so far.

Gamers have rarely asked for much from a graphical standout beyond their aesthetics. Simply watching Supreme Commander run was half the appeal in its heyday, so I was not surprised that the campaign offered me a few paragraphs of sparse flavour text before dumping me into the barren grasslands crucial to the RTS experience. The missiles are supposed to do the heavy lifting, right? So, a few power generators and mass extractors later, the war machine was up and running, and I was ready to make good on a derelict promise I made with my teenage self. But reader, just look at what time hath wrought. The starchy textures of the earth stretched out in every direction, featureless and bland, almost Cruelty Squad-like in its disorienting uniformity. The tank-shaped blobs that steadily pumped out of my munitions factory looked better, but not by much. They encircled the rival base and peppered it with raw, pixelated smoke and fire. It would've been right at home on the App Store, advertised in the bleakest corners of the web.

How can that decay happen so quickly? Supreme Commander hasn't even celebrated its 20th anniversary, and yet its prime attribute has been absolutely obliterated by the PC power curve. A chill ran up my spine as I realised that this fate has probably befallen all of its peers; after all, it's been a while since I've seen Crysis up close, too.

Maybe this is a fitting fate. I have a faint memory of RTS diehards dismissing Supreme Commander while it was still at the peak of its influence, complaining that the game was more sizzle than steak compared to its deeper, but considerably uglier peers. (After all, Company of Heroes came out a year before.) I would never claim to be an expert of the genre, but after surviving the temporal horror of the boot-up, where it becomes excruciatingly clear that we're all deteriorating right alongside the video games we used to play, I can say for certain that Gas Powered Games got a bad rap. The studio was clearly in love with their tech, and gave the player ample opportunity to fill the screen with as many troops as possible. It's a philosophy that produced a gaucheness that likely turned off some of the traditionalists. My favourite quirk? Anyone can send an engineer into a blazing firefight where it can happily plop down a fresh manufacturing operation totally divorced from any adjacent resources or supply lines. Are you being victimised by bombing raids? No problem, just encircle yourself with a battalion of flak cannons anywhere on the map. These are the sort of firefights dreamt up by the most perverted Warhammer sickos; an endless tide of shocktroopers born into battle and living five-second lives.

So yes, Supreme Commander is a little bit silly, but only as a way to summon up the primal joys of real-time strategy. If Mortal Kombat is a grotesque celebration of 100-hit combos and old-school arcade depravity, then this studio wished to celebrate the full-scale pyrotechnic throwdowns that define our favourite tactical successes. I never really loved managing an economy in the first place, and slamming up against the guardrails as I was trying to produce a legion of Mutalisks in various harebrained StarCraft schemes. Gas Powered Games was entirely disinterested in beating around the bush, and instead allowed players to prioritise whatever warfighters they want so long as the energy ratio is pointing up. Perhaps that's why there's still a small, dedicated Supreme Commander community crashing into each other on the desiccated servers. I became absolutely terrified to play them the deeper I got into the campaigns. There are so many bizarre strategic curveballs in this game, and that has undoubtedly consolidated into an abstruse meta that would leave me pantless and sobbing against even the most casual opponents. You really can build anything, which means you need to be scared of everything.

I help buyers find their dream home in Jefferson County as a Broker and REALTOR with Windermere, Port Townsend. Since 2007, I have been actively involved in Pacific Northwest real estate as both broker and developer. After many years exploring the Olympic Peninsula, my wife, and two daughters, and I decided to make Jefferson County our home. I will put my years of experience living in Port Townsend, Irondale, and Chimacum to your advantage and I am dedicated to making your real estate experience rewarding all the way to closing.

Professionally, I have been working on real estate since 2007. My first job was managing development projects for Seattle Public Utilities. During that time I had the great opportunity to work on hundreds of real estate projects ranging from Built Green residential construction to the creation of the first commercial Living Building in the world at the Bullitt Foundation. I truly enjoyed the challenge of increasing the quality of life in our neighborhoods while we added jobs and parks.

Personally, I have been lucky to have been involved in the real estate process as a buyer, seller, and broker. Our family currently owns and lives on 20 acres just outside Port Townsend. Previously, we bought and sold a 1906 Farmhouse in Fremont, Seattle. During the past decade, I have been part of projects to build 6 different buildings doing everything from framing to roofing all the way to deconstruction and reuse of salvaged materials. Today, in my spare time, you can find me logging, milling, building, or digging a trench on the mini-excavator.

Our Port Townsend discovery story is one of good fortune and good friends. After years of traveling and exploring the Olympic Peninsula, we decided we would move to Port Townsend and found a rental at Finnriver. It turned out to be a great experience and we were able to meet the founders of the farm and cidery, who were welcoming beyond belief.

Over the course of the next year, we moved to Irondale, where we shared property with good friends just a few blocks from Irondale beach. Finally, we settled on a 20-acre property just outside Port Townsend off the Larry Scott Trail.

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The narrator (Borges) in this story is tricked into buying an old tattered book from a traveling bible salesman. One with no beginning and no end. The pages (though numbered) are in no particular order because when something is infinite the order no longer matters Naturally, to a collector, this book would be endlessly interesting. Borges tries to catalog it in a separate notebook (but in vain). He soon stops seeing any of his friends in fear someone will steal it from him. He lives and dreams of nothing but the book. On the brink of madness, he decides to hide the book from the world and himself.

On the nose: Nose this gingerly as the aromas are under a heady layer of ethanol. Packed brown sugar, crushed red currants, and dried berries are the most assertive aromas. Lighter aromas of artificial vanilla and birch syrup swirl around the periphery. Adding a few drops of water allows some char from the cask to come through.

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