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February 4, 2011 / farrelledwards

How EA prepared me to save the world

My Dad has long been working on a nuclear containment device that would make nuclear fusion a viable power source. He opened a research lab to prove the theory and smart people think he’s onto something. The chance that this will work is remote, but if it does, it will change the world.

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January 10, 2011 / farrelledwards

I’m Leaving EA.

Dad needs help. He will acknowledge that fact. Things move slowly in the lab. There isn’t enough help. There isn’t enough money. For safety reasons, two people have to be in the lab to run experiments, but Dad has only one employee. So Dad ends up helping Ajay in the lab so the work there can go forward. But Dad should be spending more time working on papers, attending conferences and getting other people involved. Time is not on our side. Dad isn’t getting any younger.

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January 2, 2011 / farrelledwards

The Big Bucks

A few weeks back I was having a bit of a rough go.  I’m not quite feeling up to this rather large task.  It’s going to be hard to get Dad through to a proof of concept (or not).  I don’t know how to set things up organizationally.  It isn’t going to be easy to get insurance.  The matter of Ajay is very delicate because he’s so important to the project.  I need to set up an independent business, but it needs to be linked close enough to USU that we don’t scare any grant money away.  And USU is going to give us some grief because Dad & I happen to be related.  This is going to be hard.

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December 15, 2010 / farrelledwards

See Through A Glass Darkly

Dad has long known he has Macular Degeneration.  He was diagnosed at some point before I gained adult consciousness.  It slowly degrades the central vision until everything is blurry and the person can’t read or recognize faces.

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December 8, 2010 / farrelledwards

I’m the real Farrell!

There’s a great moment in Toy Story 2 where the 2 Buzz Lightyear’s are arguing about who is the real Buzz.  As a 4 year old, Dallen latched on to that, running around the house and yelling, “I’m the real Buzz.  No, I’m the real Buzz!”

I feel like that now.  I want to run around yelling, “I’m the real Farrell!”

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November 23, 2010 / farrelledwards

A Sandy Beach

Written 10 days ago.

Last night I sat on a tiny secluded beach, deep in the South Pacific, with 11 of my closest friends.  The beach is bookended by cliffs and bound by miles of jungle behind it.  Sitting there on the sand in the dark we could hear the waves lapping the shore in front of us and the incredibly alive jungle behind us.

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November 23, 2010 / farrelledwards

Identity

I do video games.  I make, produce , live and breath games.  I am a video games guy.  But I haven’t always been.

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