When it rains, it pours.
It has been a productive night (after about 10pm or so, but that's the way it usually is), but not productive enough. I made a lot of progress on the archetecture of the interface for StorySigns, but am still far from completing the architecture of the software that it will run on. I am afraid my penchant for foresight and complexity might nip me in the butt, and so I am planning on simplifying the interface into a version .5 that can provide the necessary components and one which I can complete by the end of the semester.
I believe there's a possibility that I can create a 2D variation of it, to compare against the 3D glyphs. This test could allow me to show objectively that the gryphs (my invention) are more effective at displaying and providing an input mechanism than 2D analogues. I need to restore the web site, build the prototype, test the software and publish the results before I graduate. Hopefully the first three will be doable in a little under a month, along with three classes. That is the way it must be, anyways.
Tomorrow I'm heading into D.C. to pickup an external hard drive, pay a bill and otherwise get back here ASAP. Many thoughts and feeling have surfaced in the last few days, most of which remain unresolved. Some of them involve seeing other's talents, and their dedication to their respective crafts. Others are more personal, like leaving everyone you know for a potential job out in the northwest.
A few moments took me by suprise with their vividness in the past few days. I was looking at the stars on a cold moonlit night, and was driven wild with excitement of recreating that experience, with some story or other driving people into the night. Whether danger or opportunity, the unusual is my domain of interest.
It is late, and I should sleep. But something, maybe hope of one type or another in my path burns bright. The cold is great, and the perils innumerable, but I know that even in the depths of winter, lucid dreams dance across moonlit snowscapes, leaving footprints where wanderers have passed.
I believe there's a possibility that I can create a 2D variation of it, to compare against the 3D glyphs. This test could allow me to show objectively that the gryphs (my invention) are more effective at displaying and providing an input mechanism than 2D analogues. I need to restore the web site, build the prototype, test the software and publish the results before I graduate. Hopefully the first three will be doable in a little under a month, along with three classes. That is the way it must be, anyways.
Tomorrow I'm heading into D.C. to pickup an external hard drive, pay a bill and otherwise get back here ASAP. Many thoughts and feeling have surfaced in the last few days, most of which remain unresolved. Some of them involve seeing other's talents, and their dedication to their respective crafts. Others are more personal, like leaving everyone you know for a potential job out in the northwest.
A few moments took me by suprise with their vividness in the past few days. I was looking at the stars on a cold moonlit night, and was driven wild with excitement of recreating that experience, with some story or other driving people into the night. Whether danger or opportunity, the unusual is my domain of interest.
It is late, and I should sleep. But something, maybe hope of one type or another in my path burns bright. The cold is great, and the perils innumerable, but I know that even in the depths of winter, lucid dreams dance across moonlit snowscapes, leaving footprints where wanderers have passed.