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"I will be the first man to step on to the field of party; I will be the last man to step off. We may not all come home..."
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More About Scott
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Schools (Other):
Antioch College, Kyoto Seika University, Westland High School
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College/University:
Antioch College, Attended 1995 - 1999, Class of 1999, Bachelor's Degree, Mathematics and Computer Science
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Occupation:
Producer
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Hobbies and Interests:
Video Games, Dance Music, Modern Art, Non-Fiction (Mostly Psychology and Marketing), and New New New!
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Favorite Books:
Anything by Tom Robbins (Fierce Invalids Home from Hot Climates) or Al Ries (The Fall of Advertising & The Rise of PR), Killing Monsters, Patton on Leadership, The Tipping Point... Yes Mark, I own all of your books but you can never say how we met!
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Favorite Movies:
Lost in Translation (I know that everybody says that, but I have lived through every scene in that movie, and even some scenes that they cut out!) Big Fish, Human Traffic, The Empire Strikes Back, Moulin Rouge (That's right, dammit! You wanna make something of it?)
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Favorite Music:
For those House DJs out there: go buy a record called Datar on Hooj! Play it on top of "Music Sounds Better With You". Then follow that up by sampling The Gentries, "Keep on Dancing" with trashy, dancy, German trance scratched in!
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Favorite TV Shows:
Chris has revealed my secret: I love dating game shows, and I swear that I will someday produce one!
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Zodiac Sign:
Gemini
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About Me:
I will be the first man to step on to the field of party; I will be the last man to step off. We may not all come home alive, but we will all have fun, together.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Who I want to meet?
A bunch of people to help me build a site called foester so we can talk about the people that we hate. Shite! The domain name is taken.
Or what if this was funeralster? When youre reading through testimonials, pretend instead that they are eulogies. If you think, Keep a close eye on Brian until the casket is in the ground! I want to meet you!
Other people I want to meet? People that think that friendster is their favorite game this week.
And? Yep yep I am a rock star! Where the hell did my band go? Seriously, I love you all to death, but when did youse guys grow so old? I work my ass off -- an ass so sweet, you could watch Breakfast at Tiffanys on it -- come party-time, Im looking for a/play/calypse now! There's no parking on the dance floor! Take some Geritol with a Red Bull chaser for Pete's sake!
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Testimonials and Comments for Scott
Winter: San Jose getting down at a
games industry party, then sitting in
the hotel room chatting with friends
from Scandinavia. Great conversation,
off on wild tangents about memes and
entropy.
Spring: Los Angeles game industry
confab downtown, great conversation
about social lives in different cities
over dinner with friends from Singapore
and Sweden, then clubbing in Hollywood.
Summer: Vancouver great conversation
about media convergence on the back deck
of my place putting on record after
record from the glory days of house
music. Then off to the Granville Room
for cocktails and Ginger 62 for the groove.
Fall: San Francisco great
conversation about games testing with
friends from the UK at Julies Supper
Club; then off to great clubs in soma
and the mission for a groove, back to
Julies for a nightcap.
4 essential elements (friendship, great
conversation, house music, video games)
through 4 seasons.
me or anyone else in the universe, this
is a peculiar individual; one so sharp, his
kindness is unnerving, so sincere, his
sarcasm can cause minor angina, so
earthly, the ethers come to him and
make those around him dizzy. He is my
dear friend, though I would never
presume to know him. Nonetheless, he
would claim to understand everything
about me and I would know this was not
arrogance, but affection from a man who
is the sharp stick in the eye, that clears
up your vision. This is Scott Foe. Brace
yourself.
made me feel at home when I visited San
Francisco, so much that I want to go
back there ASAP.
He's also a man of his word, if he says
we'll meet again you know he's going to
be telling the truth! Scott's one heck
of a party animal too (for an American
that is).
I can honestly say that I'm glad to have
met Scott and hope that we get to have
more fun times in the future!
San Fransicso, Scott and I were
crossing a cross walk when some guy in
a mini van pulls onto the cross walk and
stops within arms length of us. So what
does Scott do? He reaches out and
opens the guys van door looks him dead
in the face and says..."You do know this
isnt a parking space right?" I honestly
think the guy had crapped his knickers
at that point. Scott just closed the car
door and walked away like nothing had
happened.
You never know what the guy is going
to do or say, he is always a blast to be
around. From mini vans and cross walks
to going to 24 hour diners at 3am in the
morning in bath robes and boxers, Scott
makes life an adventure for all of us. I've
never met anyone who can work 12
hours then party the rest of the night
sleep 2 hours and do it all over again the
way he does.
on to make any occasion more
interesting. For some, it's in a
"omigod, who is that guy and did he just
say that?" kind of way, but I've learned
that there's plenty of lovin' underneath
that sardonic shell. He's someone you
want on your team, f'rills. He increases
your breakdancing, kick-ass programming,
fresh street-ninja quotient by 62, at
least.
were a criminal mastermind and he
were the secret agent assigned to
destroy me, I'd have no choice but to
detail my entire plan to him in
monologue because he'd the one man
who could possibly appreciate it's evil
brilliance, even though this would
doubtlessly lead to my own destruction.
Licensed to chill.
guy who possesses a vast knowledge of
everything from the club scene to video
games. Oh yeah, Scott also has one of
the most intense stares of anyone I have
ever met (dude, if you had no Irises
that stare would melt lead) . Of
course, once you got past that you
would have the good fortune of knowing
one of the nicest and most genuine
people you could ever hope to meet. All
that, AND he named one of his characters
in Pocket Kingdoms after me. WAAHOO!
college when we were both still
teenagers... It seems so long ago
because now we are professionals and
slowly approaching 30. We spent so
much time together back then, we could
have been married. Now we are on
opposite ends of the country, and I
haven't seen him since the day we
graduated... I miss you, Scott!
own mind but also Marin High School:
Class of 93'! Mr. Foe and I initiated
a long awaited bar crawl several weeks
ago that began with beers at the
Brainwash and ended with a story for
the history books! After several hours
of debauchery that included a shot
competition with the head bouncer of
1015, Scott and I headed to SF's finest
supper club Julie's to continue the
party. Upon arrival it was clear that
this wasn't a normal night for the
bar. One, the crowd was much larger
than usual, and two, they all had on
name tags. Not wanting to be left out,
Scott managed to pilfer a role of tags
and in a matter of minutes we were both
Marin High Alums. We decided the
divide and conquer approach would gain
us the most ground given the late hour,
so I took the east wall while Scott
remained on the west. After about
twenty minutes of drinks it happened.
I was in the middle of a conversation
with a group who believed I was their
ceramics TA, when I heard a familar
voice echohing across the tightly
packed bar. "Look how far we've all
come!!!" (crowd applause mixed with
confused bewildered looks). As I
manuevered my way to get a better view
I realized very quickly that my
assumption wasn't an alcohol induced
illusion. This pink elephant was for
real! Dumbfounded I listened as Scott
regaled the room with stories of Mrs.
Landow's English class and that oh so
famous food fight senior year. Tying
it up, Scott confessed of his four year
crush on Amy Winters and ended with
a "Class of 93 Rules!". Let me tell
you the place went nuts. And the Foe
has left the building.
renaissance man. In 24 hours he could
lead you to the hippest party in the
city for an all-nighter and be dancing
until dawn the next day. He then
leaves you to go to work (it is
Wednesday you know), navigate
negotiations in Japanese with the suits
and turn around to discuss optimal
compression algorithms theories with
the developers. He can go to that geek-
only arcade around the corner and get
genuinely excited about the weird
Japanese-only tonga-drum game and play
it with you for a solid 5 hours without
stopping (and more than likely beat you
at it). Going to the coffee shop (it
is only 11 pm you know) you have a
chat - you begin discussing Tolstoy and
an hour into it you wonder if he didn't
study early Russian literature as
well. All of this and Scott is
remarkably well-adjusted to boot.
Gerard perhaps put it best when he said
about Scott "He may be smarter than all
of us".