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The Drift Deck is an algorithmic puzzle game used to navigate city streets. A deck of
cards is used as instructions that guide you as you drift about the city. Each card
contains an object or situation, followed by a simple action. For example, a situation
might be — you see a fire hydrant, or you come across a pigeon lady. The action is
meant to be performed when the object is seen, or when you come across the de-
scribed situation. For example — take a photograph, or make the next right turn.
The cards also contain writerly extras, quotes and inspired words meant to supple-
ment your wandering about the city.
The motivation for Drift Deck is from the Situationist International, which was a small,
international group of political and artistic agitators. Formed in 1957, the Situationist
International was active in Europe through the 1960s and aspired to major social and
political transformations.
Guy Debord, one of the major figures in the Situationist International, developed what
he called the “Theory of the Dérive.”
Psychogeography was defined in 1955 by Guy Debord as the “the study of the pre-
cise laws and specific effects of the geographical environment, consciously orga-
nized or not, on the emotions and behavior of individuals.” Psychogeography in-
cludes just about anything that takes pedestrians off their predictable paths and jolts
them into a new awareness of the urban landscape.” The dérive is con-sidered by
many to be one of the more important of these strategies to move one away from
predictable behaviors and paths.
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Theory of the Dérive
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Cosmicomics
Italo Calvino
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Invisible Cities
Italo Calvino
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Maneki Neko
Bruce Sterling
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Jane Pinckard
Ben Cerveny
Ben Cerveny
Pure play is the chaotic field in which human choice frolics
unbounded. It is the space of actionable possibilities un-
sculpted by constraint. Thus, play is a primordial modality
of will before language. The movement of a person through
the process of play is a continuous act of discovery, each
action like a “ray” in the ray tracing of the surfaces in a
scene that describes the cultural and social boundaries of
the actor.
Ben Cerveny
Bruce Sterling
Bruce Sterling
Evil Joker
Bruce Sterling
Jane McGonigal
Jane McGonigal
O. Bauri
For more than 100 years, scientists underestimated the power of the
“trap jaw ant” (scientific name Odontomachus bauri).
Trap jaw ants are fierce little insects who clench their teeth shut to attack
prey, and to launch themselves into the air. Scientists have been studying
the strange biting, flying ants since the year 1892. But it was only this year
that they managed to document the true strength of the species.
What’s even weirder – the jaws accelerate at 100,000 times the force of
gravity. Not even the space shuttle gets that many G’s. All in a tiny little
ant. Who knew? The thing is, it’s not just the Odontomachus bauri that’s
hiding incredible strengths, that’s capable of amazing feats you wouldn’t
expect just by looking at it. Some people are like that too.
You have this deck, so you are like the trap-jaw ant. You have set out to dis-
cover, test and document your own strengths. To make things more fun (and
more interesting), you will invite others to join you in your investigations.
Jane McGonigal
Katie Salen
Katie Salen
Listen Then.
See Then.
Remember Then.
Katie Salen
Ian Bogost
Ian Bogost
In the introduction to his book of urban folk tales, Italo
Calvino remarked, “I believe that fables are true.” Fables,
though, are usually pastoral affairs, and Marcovaldo, the
book’s title character, spends much of his time happening
upon the ways nature betters, surprises, or undermines
the city. Cities remain the places of dreams, only insofar
as those dreams are logical ones: career, love, house. We
exercise prudence while longing for magic.
Can a city have its own fables? Not faint, false copies of
borrowed tales, but new and original lore worthy of future
worlds’ jealousy. I’ll wait here while you work on it.
Ian Bogost
Kevin Slavin
Kevin Slavin
Or stars. Before the stopwatch, before the satellite. We used
to navigate by stars. Then as now, there’s too many stars,
too much signal. No one can read everything they see.
So now, the stories are no less true, but the demand for
them is greater. So maybe the stars are on earth. And may-
be the fictions are new.
Kevin Slavin
Inquisitively confirm
this with any passerby
to your right.
Psychogeography sets for itself the study of the precise laws and specific effects
of the geographical environment, whether consciously organized or not, on the
emotions and behavior of individuals.
A friend recently told me that he had just wandered through the Harz region
of Germany while blindly following the directions of a map of London.
My shell, mechanical found ghost But my ghetto is, animal found toast.
Cannibal Ox
A Public
Servant
Amble by, discussing the
state of the world using
street jargon and the patois
of da’ hood.
All the science fictional images of transcendence are all bullshit as far as we can
see. You know, the aliens have been a big disappointment, time travel doesn’t
seem to work, there’s nobody leaving on other planets, it’s not even anything use-
ful to steal there. I mean it’s just a big … you know … it’s the end!
Hakim Bey
Some Bit of
Uneveness
Confirm this with a passerby.
Then turn and run.
Leaving there and proceeding for three days toward he east, you reach Diomira,
a city with sixty silver domes, bronze statues of all the gods, streets paved with
lead, a crystal theater, a golden cock that crows each morning on a tower. All
these beauties will already be familiar to the visitor, who has seen them also in
other cities.
Invisible Cities
Italo Calvino
Distinctive
Weather
Admire it.
Pause.
Continue.
R. Buckminster Fuller
Water
Take the next possible left
onto a public thoroughfare.
The logic of cybernetics, applied to the history of the universe, is in the process
of demonstrating how the galaxies, the solar system, the Earth, cellular life could
not help but be born.
Cosmicomics
Italo Calvino
Ugliness
Avoid it noticeably,
gesturing and registering
disgust.
Continue smartly, making
your next possible right.
If you choose to believe me, good. Now I will tell how Octavia, the spider-web city,
is made. There is a precipice between two steep mountains: the city is over the
void, bound to the two crests with ropes and chains and catwalks. You walk on the
little wooden ties, careful not to set your foot in the open spaces, or you cling to the
hempen strands. Below there is nothing for hundreds and hundreds of feet: a few
clouds glide past; farther down you can glimpse the chasm’s bed.
Invisible Cities
Italo Calvino
A Quiet Spot
Turn around and continue,
taking the next right onto a
public thoroughfare.
He entered the Hotel Daruma and went to the hotel barber shop, which
was called the Daruma Planet Look. “May I help you?” said the receptionist.
“I’m thinking, a shave and a trim,” Tsuyoshi said.
“Do you have an appointment with us?”
“Sorry, no.” Tsuyoshi offered a hand gesture.
The woman gestured back, a jerky series of cryptic finger movements.
Tsuyoshi didn’t recognize any of the gestures. She wasn’t from his part
of the network.
“Oh well, never mind,” the receptionist said kindly. “I’ll get Nahoko to look
after you.”
Nahoko was carefully shaving the fine hair from Tsuyoshi’s forehead when
the pokkecon rang. Tsuyoshi answered it.
“Go to the ladies’ room on the fourth floor,” the pokkecon told him.
“Sorry, I can’t do that. This is Tsuyoshi Shimizu, not Ai Shimizu. Besides, I’m
having my hair cut right now.”
“Oh, I see,” said the machine. “Recalibrating.” It hung up.
Nahoko finished his hair. She had done a good job. He looked much better.
A man who worked at home had to take special trouble to keep up appear-
ances. The pokkecon rang again.
“Yes?” said Tsuyoshi.
“Buy bay rum aftershave. Take it outside.”
“Right.” He hung up. “Nahoko, do you have bay rum?”
“Odd you should ask that,” said Nahoko. “Hardly anyone asks for bay rum
anymore, but our shop happens to keep it in stock.”
Maneki Neko
Bruce Sterling
Unfairness
Take a photograph.
Continue westward, smartly.
This is the foundation of the city: a net which serves as passage and as support.
All the rest, instead of rising up, is hung below: rope ladders, hammocks, houses
made like sacks, clothes hangers, terraces like gondolas, skins of water, gas jets,
spits, baskets on strings, dumb-waiters, showers, trapezes and rings for children’s
games, cable cars, chandeliers, pots with trailing plants.
Invisible Cities
Italo Calvino
Nail Salon
Walk in and take a few
deep breaths.
Steady yourself.
Depart, continuing in
an easterly direction.
R. Buckminster Fuller
Prehistoric
Take a photograph.
Make the next left and
continue.
The more information spreads and the more we can track our attachments to
others, since everywhere cables, forms, plugs, sensors, exchangers, translators,
bridges, packets, modems, platforms and compilers become visible and expen-
sive – with the price tag still attached to them. The reader will perhaps forgive
us for our myopic obsession with the trails of traces.
For some reason, empty swimming pools and multi-storey car parks exerted a
particular fascination. All these he seems to have approached as the constituents
of a mental breakdown which he might choose to recruit at a later date.
L’Infra-ordinaire
Georges Perec
A Jay-Walker
Describe your street.
Describe another street
Compare.
Now walk westward.
What we need to question is bricks, concrete, glass, our table manners, our
utensils, our tools, the way we spend our time, our rhythms. To question that which
seems to have ceased forever to astonish us. We live, true, we breathe, true; we
walk, we open doors, we go down staircases, we sit at a table in order to eat, we lie
down on a bed in order to sleep.
L’Infra-ordinaire
Georges Perec
Public
Telephone
Write down the number.
Stand nearby and call it.
Gesture excitedly
and encourage a passerby
to answer.
When they do,
ask them where they are,
and ask them what the
weather is like.
Roy Amara
A Doorman
Pose for a photo.
Throw a makeshift
gang sign.
Proceed.
Take the next left onto
a public thoroughfare.
Broken
Infrastructure
Take a photograph in
an officious manner.
Continue, making the
next right.