He gave a speech the next day on Seeing.

Everyone concentrated a lot.

Miss Burrows talked about living with an Insulin pump.

Joe Christenson and Mike Kaos live streamed the entire event. CyborgCamp had live attendees from all over the world including Germany, Japan, and London.

Here is what part of the control center looked like. They also had robotic cameras that could be controlled by remote.

Bill DeRouckey gave a speech on symbols in culture that we use in our electronic, technosocial lives.

Overall, it was pretty cool. More soon.

We played a game after Wherecamp by drawing random game cards from an iphone. The iphone was connected to a database of user-submitted commands such as the following:

We took turns reading off the rules, but this one was the best:

The card told us to “Pretend you are drunk and in Japan”.

So we did.

I think Paige is trying to yell “wait up!” But really, we didn’t know what the heck we looked like until these pictures came out. It is strange to pretend to be drunk while sober.

Of course, we wanted to point at all of the bikes.

And the obligatory peace signs. I am not sure why they occur so ubiquitously in photographs of young Japanese teenagers.

It was a really fun card to draw.

The next card we drew told us to “head North until we heard sirens”. We walked a few miles without hearing any until someone arbitrarily made a siren noise and we chose to draw the next card. The next card told us to go to a bar and drink Whiskey–so we did.

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November 16th, 2008

We walked around downtown Portland this time, and it was quite foggy out. 1-2 Am, if I recall.

Bram looked into the parking lot attendant station.

The cash register was very empty.

Bram took a nap.

We passed a Portland Leather Company sign.

Anselm tried to lick an electric tree but did not succeed. Reid looked oni n glee.

I found a lonely toll booth in an empty parking lot.

The building housing the Portland City Grill loomed above the neo-condo development.

We arrived on this bridge and crossed it.

I found some compost buckets under a single backdoor light.

Go by train. I think it is best for one’s thoughts. You can take one from here to Seattle.

Reid peers into an empty parking lot.

Bram and I ponder the fate of Mercato – a new bar that quickly evaporated.

I am uncertain what I was taking a picture of.

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