Starting to Ideate the Idea Capture Device
I'm trying to come up with a creative way to capture all of my ideas, so I recently looked into using Python to read emails and create an idea capture machine. This got me thinking of the song John Henry, and how he worked so hard that he broke his poor heart. I'm now on a mission to find a way to capture my ideas and explore the world.
Exploring Creative Ways to Capture Ideas and Experience the World
By Michael Levin
Friday, January 20, 2023
It’s all about process and churn. You don’t have to preserve every bit of data, but you can kinda sorta try by keeping a reverse chronological blog format, i.e. a journal, as one of your various text files in your life. Capture everything there but don’t publish. Don’t know where to throw a thought that just occurred to you? Throw it in your private unpublished journal. You can always search it later with various means. But the thought is captured.
Journal not at hand? No problem. Email it to yourself. No phone or computer onhand? NP, jot it on your hand with a pen. No pen? Use the method of loci to associate that idea with an image of a place in your head that you know you’re going to think about again. In the first place, in the second place, and so on. Think through your places every once in awhile and see if you can recover the ideas to which you created synaptic neural links. In such a way you have several lines of defense to capture ideas.
Don’t not move forward in life over purity issues. If only this… if only that… artificial dependency #1 inserted due to fear, uncertainty and doubt. Artificial dependency #2 inserted for similar but different reasons. Lather, rinse, repeat, continue living in the town of your birth never knowing your favorite places and foods and joys and experiences on Earth. You’ve been given a friggn slot here on this material plain to do things of which the Angels can but dream. Take advantage of it. It’s not that everyone needs to be a bestlife travelista, but rather to try things. They can be local. You can stay in your local town, but at least travel far and wide vicariously in your mind by reading and otherwise interacting with the world and others.
Nobody’s told it to you enough yet in your tech career or in life, uniqueness is a thing. Precisely what sort of thing it is and of how much value is difficult to say, but much energy goes into determining the uniqueness of a thing.
Hmmm. I recently just looked at reading emails with Python. Idea capture machine. Jot it down, send it off, publish it here, lather, rinse, repeat. Such a system shouldn’t really litter up this published journal, but it could easily become a different page on the site. Or maybe just a single page of this blog, like maybe the very first post, always. Haha, wow, That’s unique. And no WebDev per se involved.
Oh, capture John Henry:
John Henry was a little baby, sitting on the his papa's knee He picked up a hammer and little piece of steel Said "Hammer's gonna be the death of me, Lord, Lord Hammer's gonna be the death of me" The captain said to John Henry "Gonna bring that steam drill 'round Gonna bring that sterm drill out on the job Gonna whop that steel on down, Lord, Lord Gonna whop that steel on down" John Henry told his captain "A man ain't nothing but a man But before I let your steam drill beat me down I'd die with a hammer in my hand, Lord, Lord I'd die with a hammer in my hand" John Henry said to his shaker "Shaker, why don't you sing? I'm throwin' thirty pounds from my hips on down Just listen to that cold steel ring, Lord, Lord Just listen to that cold steel ring" John Henry said to his shaker "Shaker, you'd better pray 'Cause if I miss that little piece of steel Tomorrow be your buryin' day, Lord, Lord Tomorrow be your buryin' day" The shaker said to John Henry "I think this mountain's cavin' in!" John Henry said to his shaker, "Man That ain't nothin' but my hammer suckin' wind! Lord, Lord That ain't nothin' but my hammer suckin' wind!" Now the man that invented the steam drill Thought he was mighty fine But John Henry made fifteen feet The steam drill only made nine, Lord, Lord The steam drill only made nine John Henry hammered in the mountains His hammer was striking fire But he worked so hard, he broke his poor heart He laid down his hammer and he died, Lord, Lord He laid down his hammer and he died John Henry had a little woman Her name was Polly Ann John Henry took sick and went to his bed Polly Ann drove steel like a man, Lord, Lord Polly Ann drove steel like a man John Henry had a little baby You could hold him in the palm of your hand The last words I heard that poor boy say "My daddy was a steel driving man, Lord, Lord My daddy was a steel driving man" They took John Henry to the graveyard And they buried him in the sand And every locomotive comes a-roaring by Says "There lies a steel-driving man, Lord, Lord There lies a steel-driving man" Well every Monday morning When the bluebirds begin to sing You can hear John Henry a mile or more You can hear John Henry's hammer ring, Lord, Lord You can hear John Henry's hammer ring