- i appreciate things being online, myself. they are accessible.
- i don't want to host things online. how annoying! (but neither is it the end of the world; i do it already, you see.)
- a shuffle button.
- a diary.
- intepretation of art: guides? trails, through the forest.
- there is only one material.
- pixel art
- music?
- videos?
- anything at all, anything, anything, anything.
- text, of course. text is obvious.
- anything.

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embroidery floss is not the material
old english shakespeare is not the material
videogame mechanics are not the material
play is not the material
no kind of paint is the material
the impeccable word is not the material
poetry is not the material
film is not the material
merino is not the material

hello chocolate my old friend

When instructed.
The user follows the misunderstood rules of engagement—
and eventually discovers a path they can understand,
their own path. What then is the purpose of
being set first on another's path?
The wrong path?

When I am making something that I really care about, every decision is quite terrifying.

This is not an insurmountable terror,
but it is terror, paralysing,

as I stand in the presence of a great behemoth of a thing on one side of which gleams
incredible beauty and on the other side of which lingers a deadly malignant emptiness.

Regarding Erik Davis'
"Techgnosis"

There is a smell of desperation in the air for something as simple as feedback.

even though the thing id like to do exists only in a very far off future, ive found that accepting an identity other than game designer has made a very big difference in my mood and outlook on life.

the recent ai-splosion had me reflecting a lot on the nature of software; its widespread interest rocked me to my core and forced me to rethink my relationship to all the stuff that happens on computer screens at all. it struck me that there has been a lot of hype about beautiful gleaming computer devices over the decades and a lot of people trying to justify their existence to people who have little to no need for a powerful computation device.

but screens are fucking sexy. they are beautiful brilliant toys so seductive that making them moderately attractive for a time is desirable because the technology is attractive

and oh my god do we want our love to be reciprocated.

i must expose myself to great works, especially those by artists living today

living works, themselves in conversation with the living world

seek what they sought.

and go further.

[ A. what is a game?
  B. a series of validating, validated, decisions. ]

invite the player to show you who they are. then,
accept them and give them what they love:
   i see and love you. here is what you asked for, here is the best gift i can think of,
   here is what you would have asked for, if you could.
or reject them knowing that you are passing judgement:
   this is the wrong person to be. i give you nothing. learn to become someone else.

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in thinking about printing my tarot cards, i have realized that they absolutely need BOUNDARIES.

boundaries

todo:
[ ] read the nature of order book two's chapter on the process of creating boundaries.
[ ] run experiments on boundarymaking -- note i have already done this somewhat, but i can see that much more work must be done. this is so exciting to me.

a way for  interacting with a todo list as cards; in a collaborative setting think of these cards as cards you can "play" on others; the act of assigning tasks as playful and casual; tasks can go into a deck and be forgotten about for awhile but never lost; cards can be face down until you're ready for them; cards have boundaries and relationships.

I have chosen, through a semi random and semi very unrandom process, to play UFO 50's Divers.
I hope to play it intensively today, until there is nothing left to do.
Divers will unfold itself before me, like it or not.
(The liker in this case might be me or it might be the game. Perhaps it's us both.)

Today I play the role of a fool with one videogame.

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