It's been a week since my last post, so I'd better put something up here.

Fingerpaint is coming along little by little. I'm not terribly excited about how it's turning out. It's working, and it's turning out as intended -- I'm just not excited about it. Possibly because it's from 3 years ago. My personality is the sort that wants to be thinking about something new; if I've already worked out how it will work, and know it will work, I lose interest. A frustratingly persuasive part of my brain doesn't see the point of writing down something it already knows (or in cleaning a bathroom that was already clean last week). So I force myself to work on it a little each day, but mostly I want to work on other projects.

One thing that I always seem to have going in one form or another is some sort of randomly-generated crap. Now, there are good, serious pieces that I've written using randomly-generated content, but those are not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about pointless John Cage's Music of Changes rip-offs. I don't really understand why, but every few months I feel compelled to make something like that. I think it's just the act of doing something that results in making something, but without using any mental effort. Kind of like what I imagine knitting to be. So I've spent several hours flipping coins this last week. I've never actually finished one of these "pieces" because, like I said, they're pointless. It's the act of doing it that I enjoy, of watching "music" materialize in front of me. There's no reason to finish, because it loses its worth when it's an object on paper taken out of that happening-on-its-own context.

But also, it occasionally creates something beautiful, a tendency which I find strange and intriguing. The more I play with it, the more I think of "order" as being only a matter of perception. I've found some fun ways of playing with that notion, but getting into that would be a long post so I'll save it for later.