DDR didn’t teach me to work myself into oblivion, propelled by shame and chalky smoothies. DDR taught me to get some water, sit down, talk to a friend, send a text, lean on that rail. For DDR, exercise wasn’t some frantic tailspin toward some punishing end.
Issue 20 on April 29th, 2015
Technologies have politics and games have aesthetics, but neither of these factors are immutable; there might still be time to rewrite the purpose of the iPhone’s accelerometer and motion co-processor.