Change context by way of randomness

2019-07-07 @Blog

Sometime in the last few months I began to once again handwrite my journal entries. In fact, I took a similar approach with most writings. I’ve also found myself experimenting with the classic 4x6' index cards for interacting with all sorts of content. Sometimes we require a shift of context when the old ways produce little to be fancied.

I’ve been known to introduce context shifts across the domains of content creation, reading mediums and, to a lesser extent, music listening. Each time, curiously, and by way of intricate reasoning, I align the rationale to fit the changing circumstances. I then postulate - am I that in need of supporting rationale to justify such deeds? Does pure whim lack sufficient foundation? Must I answer to myself in a matter suited less towards strategic planning, but more towards intuition and inner guide?

Some context realignment demands no rationale. It justifies itself as plainly as water. The changing context introduces an element of randomness. It enables us to grasp that which eludes us.

Furthermore, there is no one environment or one cleverly devised ceremony prevailing over the rest. The pursuit of ‘flow’ knows no optimal parameters. Each individual, each situation poses unique conditions. There is no free lunch.

Contrary to matters of synthetic data analytics, when it comes to individual creativity, even the same recurring problem may warrant a hypothesis shift. How else does it follow that what works today degenerates into staleness tomorrow? One does not synthesize creativity. Not yet.

Let’s appeal to randomization. Rather that attempt to systematize a change of variables, carefully, gradually, a la Okkam’s razor, let’s apply randomness, introduced at random intervals and random whereabouts.

Today I may prefer to write in my paper notebook in front of a wide floor to ceiling window facing a forested area, with a blend of Japanese Sencha and Matcha. Later, I may opt for a half empty gourmet cafe, seated deep along the bar table, distanced and allergic to laptop displays of Outlook calendars, social feeds and e-commerce. Behind the bar table I face the barista involved in the simple, yet effective manipulations of espresso machines, french presses, pourovers, grinders, porcelain cups and decanters.

I’ve also fancied candle-top dimly lit interiors, bunkers, and B&Bs.

Paradoxically, I sometimes find pleasurable an element of presiding neomania, with oversized gaming laptops, loose wiring mayhem, soulless angular interiors, and not a single living plant - Nerdologia at it’s glory. Epiphanies have also paid due diligence in the intoxication of north-Irish breakfast establishments.

The unknowns number too many. Sometimes, in lieu of vain attempts to embellish the theatrical stage with one decoration too many, I opt for randomness. It sees promising results not only in scientific disciplines, but in all manner of creative pursuit. And it establishes unexpected, yet favorable avenues in life.

Questions, comments? Connect.