........CAFE'02 report part 1..:
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"It's surprising why the bulk
suicides don't happen on trains. not
I know nothing more depressing than
sit on the train, look at the monotonous
performance outside the window and listen to the maddening
crazy ticking of wheels on rails."
(c) Robert Heinlein "Magic Incorporated"
08/14/02.
the weather was cloudy outside, everything was getting closer to night, we
composed of: demichron, schafft and me (keyser soze) went to
city station. on the way, as luck would have it, it started to rain
stronger and stronger.
we finally arrived at the place and began to wait for our
trains to Sverdlovsk, since there are simply no direct routes to Kazan
exists. It was scheduled for one o'clock in the morning. it was about time
twelve and we thought we’d still have time to stock up on cigarettes
for the entire trip (no more or less - 5 days) and beer, at least
to brighten up the time before the train.
Having finished the next bottle, everyone realized that it was
is approaching and our train arrives in 5 minutes.
after the allotted time, we climbed onto the train,
Having found their places, they fell asleep.
08/15/02.
onthe next day demichron tried to disconnect his laptop
to the nearest outlet, but to no avail, as it turned out later
she just didn't work, looking for more means of supply
electricity the same story happened. pretty bummer
After all, you will have to sit idle and drive all this time without a computer.
the most important thing is that we planned to finish the demo on wild along the way
compo, why on wild? yes, because it occurred to me to create a demichron
Specov's demo, consisting exclusively of animation, and since
he never loved and was not satisfied with the sound of ay, then that's it
should have been played under mp3, more precisely to the song of the aria "give
my hand." Most of the animation was ready, all that remained was
draw a couple more screenshots and synchronize the results
to the music, because almost every phrase of the song had its own picture,
and sometimes several. Naturally everything should be plugged in
emulsion and run winamp in parallel. unfortunately nothing
it worked out, and his battery lasted for a maximum of half a minute. will have to
next time, although now he has more exciting plans...
as planned and agreed earlier in the forum on the site
cafeparty everyone who was actually going to the party was supposed to
stick an inscription on the glass on both sides of the car saying
this. although we went ahead of everyone else, demichron still hoped for someone
meet the thread along the way. running away to the neareststations for colored
felt-tip pens, me and schafft started drawing this on
a4 size sheets. as a result, on the windows of the car, on both sides,
the inscription “cafe 2002. speccy team” began to flaunt outside
inside"...
??.08.02
oppressed demichron that no one ever responded to our
inscriptions on the glass, I decided to go straight to the boss
train so that he could read the announcement on the radio. without thinking twice
above the ad text, we recognized the idea as a good one, despite
to the fact that most of the train's radio did not work, including
and with us.
talking for a couple of minutes with the train manager, who didn’t talk for long
breaking, he nevertheless agreed and in his loud voice he said
a phrase approximately as follows was announced: “to all participants
and visitors to the international festival of computer art
cafe 2002 please go to the dining car."
After waiting for about half an hour in the dining car, no one
came...
08/21/02
on the last day of the journey, on the eve of Sverdlovsk appeared
mutual desire to get to the computer began to manifest itself
something like a drug addiction :)
and finally ex-Yekaterinburg appeared on the horizon.
The first thing we noticed when we got out of the carriage was the terrible
cold weather, concluding that this should soon pass, because
it was morning. we put all our things in a storage room, taking
onlythe most necessary things.
We had to hang around here all day. wandering slowly
wherever my eyes look, in my mind I tried to remember which spectumists
They live in Sverdlovsk, but nothing worked out. I just remembered
plutonium newspaper, if my memory doesn’t rape me, published
exactly in this city. but the desire to look for their authors disappeared.
the first step was to find the nearest computer store
or anything else with Internet access. asking passers-by,
it turned out that no one knew about anything like that and no one knew
wishes. on the advice of one quick-witted passer-by, we needed to find
some young aborigine, which was successfully completed
but... perhaps in this city there is really a tension with high-tech,
because how passers-by reacted to our questions. but it's still not cold
was fading, the wind was sweeping endlessly across the plains. perhaps we were
the most prominent people in the crowd, as we were wearing
T-shirts, while people on the street wore jackets,
bundled up and wincing from the cold. and what a feeling it was for us! in
Vladivostok, when leaving there it was thirty degrees Celsius,
here it was about 5 degrees.
in addition to everything, walking through the expanses of ex-Yekaterinburg,
all three of them began to feel weak in their legs and had a vague feeling
alcohol intoxication. this feeling grew and grew,
demichron began to arrive faster than othersmyself. we are with
schafft from the outside looked like inveterate drunkards, but this
at least somehow justified our appearance.
apparently in relation to Vladivostok it is high
oxygen content in the air. the effect began to be caused, so
called oxygen intoxication. us as typical
For Vladivostok residents, such a difference was painful. nevertheless
Gradually everyone got used to it.
after all, the Internet salon was found and after sitting for a while
on the Internet at cafeparty.org.ru we quenched our ardor and went
to the station, where a functional socket was finally discovered,
but it was already too late to write anything in assembler, and demichron
I didn’t even try to finish the demo. instead there was time
killed for such toys as chaos, lords of chaos, etc.
time passed and soon our train was announced. remained
drive only 12 hours.
Having forgotten to buy beer in Sverdlovsk, we already began to think that
the remaining hours will have to be spent without beer, as it turned out
They don't have a dining car. but without thinking twice, we met
guys sitting nearby who were laughing their heads off at something
carriage and from their laughter it was clear that they had beer.
It turned out that they had a whole box of it with them. having started
conversation, we were, of course, offered beer... then another... and so on
lasted all night. so we weren't left without beer.
08/21/02
upon arrivalin Kazan, we immediately called xpash,
who in a cheerful voice said that he would arrive at the station somewhere
in an hour. Having bought a bottle of beer, we began to wait, as it was
about two leopards are agreed upon at the entrance.
to our surprise, in addition to xpash, we arrived at the appointed time
place in place with him several more party organizers, including
mma, vinny and someone else, I don’t remember anymore. mma explained the situation and
our further actions. he also offered to meet us at
station of all new arrivals.
After that, the question of living in a hostel was decided, where did we go?
gave us a ride, picking up Adam Bazarov along the way. overjoyed
Demichron, shaking his hand, exclaimed “yeah, gotcha! (c)demichron”
to which he met Adam's firm gaze. the thing is that it's always
going to irc in the hope of contacting adam there, who seems to
I had to send him something, he met an impudent inscription
"adam bazaroff quit on irc". and this was repeated very often.
Demichron regarded this as intentional.
having arrived at the place, i.e. to the hostel, we found that there
not as bad as it could have been. and then everyone remembered about the game,
which we took to game compo. rummaging through the bag, the demichron
found floppy disks entrusted to him with copies of all our sent
works and that cherished game. suddenly he remembered the black bag with
with which he walked around Sverdlovsk. to the list of necessary things,
before,than to put everything in the storage room, he also included these
floppy disks. Everyone forgot about this package and where is it now, in whose hands
no one knows he got there.
Looks like I'll have to go again and look for access to the internet so that
send a message to cityacee, hoping that he has it all -
has been preserved.
Having gone out into the street, we began to address passers-by, who told us
happily described how to get to the desired destination.
after walking in Sverdlovsk it looked more than strange.
there you had to spend a lot of time asking before you
will answer your questions. here everything is completely opposite.
It looks like we were starting to like this city. finding a computer
hall, we were kindly provided with a computer and the Internet. unfortunately
no one remembered cityacee's address. by remembering where he can
mentioned, we came to the conclusion that it is best to download tr-dos
navigator and view the attached manuli, together with it we
had to pull up the spectrum navigator to view
scl. Demichron has plans to help everyone
check into a hostel. he was going to book rooms, obviously,
with reimbursement of monetary services, which he wrote about on the cafe website in
forum.
Having completed everything, we returned safely to the hostel, thank God
She was very close, having bought some grub along the way.
in general the city is quite beautiful, it’s sad that there are so fewarchitectural buildings, unlike Yekaterinburg...
08/22/02.
Getting up early, Schafft made a plan for the day.
first of all we had to download the mail, then call
Adam regarding our work, is everything received? and of course
look at the partyplace.
Schafft and I vouched for the first two points. we left
the dorm and the mood immediately lifted, the weather was a success.
Having bought beer, we began to hum songs all over the street, whatever
let's remember. arriving in "fatum" (as far as I remember exactly
called the computer room), I checked my email. good,
There is such a steering thing as mail.ru. everything turned out
successfully, Stas (cityacee) finally received the letter and forwarded it
us .trd with a toy. for one, at the request of demichron, we pumped out
all updated forums on cafeparty.org and stuffed onto a floppy disk,
We also downloaded the long-awaited totorro #2.
since we still had no allotted time left
plenty, Schafft uploaded mirc. naturally we went to
channel #z80.rus and #cafeparty. there were already some people sitting there, including
including himik and megus. trying a little megus about their hentai project,
which brainwawe talked about on cc00. turned out to be working on it
Strangely enough, it is still underway. the game is called true love
story, the original was taken from PC, and the graphics, as it turned out, are for it
converts pheal.
intercepting fromshaffta keyboard, I talked a little with
himik, who said that he owes me a diploma for participating in
ascii'02. I found this surprising, since I only took
only 8th place. It seems like diplomas were always given for the first three
place... the chemist undertook to bring it the next day.
our time on the internet is over, we are happy
We remembered the call to Adam. the manuli included several
phones, which I was tired of sorting through, because by the very
phone, you still need to enter 4 numbers first, then select the language,
on which the conversation will take place, a PIN code and more, it seems,
something (not like in our possession he put the card into the cardboard and
dialed a six-digit number). having unsuccessfully tried all the attached
numbers, Schafft repeated the same thing, but finally got through.
answering meaningfully “it seemed like there was something...” to the question “what
came from color of magic? ", Adam ended the short conversation.
This didn't satisfy us...
When I got back I read totorro #2. demichronous to this
I tried to interfere, but I finally achieved my goal. after all
Demichron simply hates Totorro and even offered to arrange for him
nekropati if it appears on partyplace.
After a short rest, we went to Bauman Street, where
all the action has to happen. where is the bus stop,
Naturally, they didn’t know, but by scientific poking they stillfound.
Having boarded the right bus, we were kindly told when our stop was.
after arrival, guided by the manual on how to get to
party place, we wandered strictly according to the directions described there.
we wandered for quite a long time, but could not find anything
similar to a cultural center, despite the fact that we are exactly
We followed the instructions until passers-by told us to.
it seems the author of the manuli forgot to indicate one turn, because
which there was confusion...
Having reached there the large inscription cafe'02 promised in Manuli, we
were not found, although the inscription “cafe” was still there, but it
referred to a real cafe located nearby. coming in
inside, we convinced the watchwoman that this was exactly what we were interested in
place. but remembering that it seems that someone is already arriving
soon, we didn’t remember exactly who, everyone went to the station, hoping
remember on the way. welcoming new arrivals was one of the
organizers' requests. there was enough time and we went on foot,
in one go we explored, so to speak, the local attractions.
Arriving at the station, noticeably tired, we waited for the right
trains and scattered to different corners of the pyron, but did not meet
Absolutely no one, although maybe someone came, but remember
who exactly no one could. a little saddened by what was lost
By the time everyone went back...
fortunately the road was alreadyknown... approaching there we saw already
a bunch of organizers hanging out nearby at the partyplace, approaching
after taking a closer look and saying hello, we were offered to go in and take a look
room, and at the same time help move some things. hall
It turned out to be quite roomy, but one bug was discovered. on
There was a hole in the screen that needed to be removed. everything is already
wanted to display everything on the wall or find some
a sheet to hang over the screen. wall idea
received it with a bang. but where to get such a sheet and who is it
will be doing something unclear. After arguing for a while, we just decided
cover with whatman paper and seal with tape.
Having arranged the chairs in the room, we were a little tired. saw you
the organizers decided to see how everything would look from
chairs and none other than us (as mma said to us then “so
there are fighters against gravity") should do this. here
Adam also brought two packs of advertisements with signs in both
sides that we had to paste all over the surrounding area,
so that the stagers don't get lost.
Feeling tired during the day, we went back. but along the way
remembering mma's promise (which, by the way, he never fulfilled) about
disclosure of the authors of lamergy, demichron hurried back to
find out everything about this. their crowd was already heading towards ours too
side.
The following dialogue took place:
demichron>lamers!!!
unbeliever> who?? (scared)
adam bazaroff> so, we’ve already switched to name-calling...
demichron> so that’s the whole question - who are the lamers?
unbeliever> what small questions people are interested in...
demichron> still...
unbeliever> so, the party hasn't started yet...
so Mma did not at all renege on his words on this matter.
then they started talking about a lack of money, about the prize fund
etc.
demichron> this issue can be solved this way: you in a short time
write demos, draw graphics, write music and take part in
all compo first places. thus the prize fund will remain
from the organizers.
unbeliever> don't worry, the whole prize fund is like that
will remain with the organizers...
subsequently we were instructed to buy everything we needed: envelopes,
rulers, paper knives, tape, Whatman paper and so on. for this matter
we were allocated one hundred rubles. we decided to do this tomorrow with
morning, in the meantime, get to the dorm and go to bed...
that's what we did...
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