I had posted previously about that XBox 360 racing wheel I bought on a whim, and as fate would have it I needed a game to actually make use of the wheel, a game in the form of Forza Motorsport 2.
As I was messing around with the game tonight (my 450HP heavily modified Mazda Roadster is quite serious about outracing a Ferrari Enzo in all its hilarity), I found that the game has a fairly robust Photo mode which lets you take and tweak pictures of the game as you’re driving.
A few minutes of play produced these results; as you can see I got progressively better at it:
Sometimes the world spins just a little too fast.
And we’re all here playing catchup. Well, that’s what I thought anyway: the faster I go through life, the easier it is to make up for lost time and experience everything – enrichment through efficiency.
Except it’s not all about efficiency, and I’m slowly learning the folly of rushing through things. It’s not necessarily a cliched argument that I “can’t spend the time to appreciate the finer things in life”, but it’s simply that a lot of things just can’t be rushed. In an ideal world, going twice as fast means finishing in half the time, but in the real world going twice as fast means spending twice the time fixing whatever you screwed up the first time around.
My roommate Jeff is doing the San Francisco AIDS walk this Sunday – a stroll around Golden Gate park where every step symbolizes the progress we’re making towards a cure (or so I’d imagine).
I’d go with him, if it wasn’t for the ungodly starting time and the very real possibility of not finishing the trek. Plus, nobody’d sponsor me.
Wait, you want to make me feel better by saying you would? Jeff will be happy to call your bluff here. Go on – it’s for a good cause.
