Akula

there’s something brilliant in rnb, acapella, and delivering your thoughts “acapella” sans the context and layered tracks of inspiration and meaning that they’re imbued with —

acapella thoughts can give other people the space to process your ideas through their own context, it can confuse them like in media res poetry or abstract art,

however like most summaries of the great rule breakers across art, business, and social rules — there’s power and new tools to be earned through knowing precisely how to communicate and translate the internal symphony — and then choosing which pieces to hold and which pieces to layer in to the audible rendition of your thoughts

funny (to me), this ties back so well to a thread of the “information transfer” problem I’ve thought through so many times since freshman year — how two people can have so much of the same context, framing, and shared experience and STILL not

(1) directly communicate their intended information and (2) experience several layers of miscommunication that can run so nuanced that these transfer gaps are both difficult to detect and yet fundamentally alter their perception of the information

Which also ties back to the core lesson of the Pricing Policy class … and probably Strategic Reasoning with Prof. Selman too — * this * is why the simplest signals of incentive and intention and slivers of additional if/then plans can out-power complex layers of multivariable esoteric strategy

this started as a near midnight singing session so is still rightfully tagged 😉

my advisor emailed his feedback 🐡 our flight just landed and I will be taking a shower and a nap before checking into my new reality

revision & sustained editing and consideration is a sub-bullet to every genre of skills and fields in my notes app

excellence through steps of narrow excellence, rest, realigned big picture, 🔂

maybe one of my areas to conquer discomfort (that’s been in progress) is nature itself — the big spider in the corner I continued to study by, going to an aquarium for the first time effectively since the Dan Brown octopus scene that gave me years of recurring sushi restaurant diver nightmares, kraken nightmares, and made me scared of showers, to hiking and willing away the disgust at banana slugs to see them as cute (?) and odd