There’s a belief that life in New York is a race, more so than in other parts of the country and the world. I sense that …yea for sure, but I’m actually more inclined to support the idea that belief is a matter of perspective, and perspective should be semi-controllable, hopefully to a healthy level. Last night, I stepped back and puffed on a nice cigar (old men do that at least once a year right) and reflected by watching my entire flickr photostream. Today, my perspective is loaded — honestly, it’s overloaded and fuzzy as hell. For me, moving forward is crucial, but keeping up a rapid pace seems increasingly difficult and decreasingly significant. As I begin the final lap at ITP and start to see how being 30 might look, anxiety is saying “hello there” … I wonder if I need to shift into turbo mode, focus on well-being and balance, or something completely different. I’m pretty sure I just need some air, a great meal, or a tough workout.
Anyway, on a practical note, I’ve generated some names for the projects I’m currently persuing.
- clinq.tv (metal sound in reference to coins/slots for an online tv watching and betting experience) [emerging + flash]
- plexinko (it’s a “bean machine, plinko, quincunx” thing made of plexi, metal, pegs, and marbles) [crafting]
- hear mirror (i’m gaining insight / perspective on myself through the sounds of my voice) [rest of]
- bubble-up (it’s literal in that bubbles are going upward in the game, but also a play on meetup cause players are connecting through bubble blowing) [liveweb + flash]
For next semester, I’m thinking of thesis, another class, and an internship…(RGA? BAM? Frog? Schematic? IDEO?…hrmm)