Today I had a lot of computer work to do, but I also needed to go out and pick up my bike from where I left it a few days ago, so I was forced out of the house into the relatively nice weather.

I have spent the afternoon reading How Games Move Us and making notes in the Narrative tropes and mechanics to explore for vignettes list based on what I read there.

I always forget how wildly useful it is for me to go out somewhere calm and in public, especially parks, to get creative, unbounded work done. Earlier in my thesis, in the winter, I spent three- four- hours wandering around in the snow in High Park making audio notes that ended up being very formative. (I should hunt that note down and include it in this blog. I don't know how relevant it is anymore, but it was a landslide of important stepping stones at the time. )

I really need to have more discipline about making spaces for less discipline.

Reading books while I'm in thesis mode feels like pulling lenses down over my consciousness that filters the thesis through it. I imagine I'll be rereading a lot of the earlier papers that planted seeds and see how they look now the seeds are plants, if they have anything in common anymore, and if refiltering those plants incites any further growth.

Forgive me, that metaphor is a mess.

Funky diagram to explain.

Meanwhile my REB consent form languishes, abandoned at home.