Hot. I’ve gotten a Batik SVG generating example to run on my computer. Information centric, filesystem->XML->SVG desktop here we come!
cough. This one’s optimistic.
Monthly Archive for October, 2003
I’ve now got a pretty solid list of graduate programs to apply to. Probably a number of these will drop off as I find out more about them, but there seem to be a number that would be a good fit.
- Carnegie Mellon (Ph.D. in Psychology or HCI)
- University of Maryland (Ph.D. in Neural and Cognitive Sciences or Computer Science)
- University of Illinois, Urbana-Champagne (Ph.D. in Psychology)
- Georgia Tech (Ph.D. in Engineering Psychology or Computer Science)
- Rice University (Ph.D. in Human Computer Interaction)
- University of California, San Diego (Ph.D. in Cognitive Psychology)
- Stanford (Ph.D. in Computer Science, HCI concentration)
- Iowa State (M.S. in Human Computer Interaction)
- Indiana University (M.S. in Human Computer Interaction)
- University of Illinois, Chicago (M.S. in Computer Science or Ph.D. in Psychology)
- Virginia Tech (M.S. in Computer Science, HCI Certificate)
- Cornell University (maybe???)
Well, OK, that’s a really long list. Definately a few of those are coming off as I decide what’s really a good idea, but there probably won’t be much adding going on.
I also took the GREs yesterday. That was fun. Rescheduled for Nov 1st.
I’ve been reading a couple interviews interviews with producer Jon Brion. He illuminated one of the shocks of adulthood: that as you age the world becomes more, not less mystifying.
Since I’ve graduated I’ve been feeling somewhat like I’m a little dumber than when I’ve started. I’ve been wondering about what effect knowledge really has on creativity. [to be continued]
Despite the rest of my productive life going down the tubes, I am finding a lot of satisfaction in producing pedestrian piano licks. Most of it is Liszt-wouldn’t-wipe-his-bum-with-it quality, but hey, everyone starts somewhere.
It’s also fun because I force Kate to peek over my shoulder every now and then, and she can categorize these things like mail. Most of what I’m able to write is both basic, and aimless, and often the cool-sounding part of the lick is something very basic. Like a suspension. Little did I know.
Still, it’s rewarding. I’ve always been perfectly fine with creating art that was only moving to me. General appeal is a worthy pursuit, and I admire those who can achieve it, but I’ve always been satisfied with crystallizing something I was feeling, even if no one else could really see it.