Yesterday: After work wandered around a bit in Schenley Park while trying to figure out a place I haven't eaten at a million times recently, decided on Indian Place on Craig (where I at at very often when I first came to Pgh and then decided their food quality was poor). It turns out that either their food has gotten good again or their Aloo Gobi was always good - tasty meal. Settled for tea at Kiva Channukah, where I found that recent sketch scans had been badly misdone.
Today: After work spent quality time learning how to make the art lab's scanner not crop my images (I didn't realise that my sketch pad has a weird paper size, which turned out to be the biggest issue). On the way away from campus spotted an offensively stupid poster posted by the local socialist equality party folk. Being posted without permission, taking it down is kosher, so I did - it can join my collection of propoganda. Never undestimate the power of loud people who aim more for confirmation of their theory and emotional resonance to stifle careful, intelligent versions of the movement who might actually accomplish something. I think in general the ideal place people should be, intellectually, is in an idealism that's been sufficiently bombed by reality - neither ignoring values nor ignoring facts is appropriate, and having a perspective that uses each appropriate is crucial. ... Also have had a low-grade migraine all day..
Wondering if my attitude towards storytelling ties to DnD - the notion that all of us own every story we've heard (in the sense that we all decide on our own notion(s) of canon, and can extend stories we've heard and tell them to others, and those who would deny this to us are in the wrong, likewise for songs and other ideas) kind of evolved from the idea of taking a campaign setting and running with it in a kind of copy-on-write fashion. Topic-ended, I generally liked to be DM because even then I loved to dream up worlds and stories. I have no idea if I'm a better or worse storyteller or world-dreamer than I was, but I don't think these things have ever stopped, from some tiny detail of a world to a snippet of dialogue. I wonder if everyone lives in a world like this - what an interesting thing it would be for people to regularly discuss the persistent thoughts in their heads. I wonder for how many people TV crowds out all possibility of having persistent dreams with settings and characters all to themselves.
Visiting the Art building at CMU is a wonderous experience - out of random windows comes the warble of one instrument, piano tones, random singing.. and it feels like a real university building (rather than the aesthetically monstrous and out-of-place GHC (the building has its plusses, but it isolates us from the rest of campus and really feels like it doesn't belong)). I envy the people there, and wish that it were a place I could belong - it feels full of potential (and maybe Narcissus) and brilliant creative people.