magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

Supposed to have finished today: First draft of essay #3 for Professional Writing. Electronic Music midterm project, a minute to minute-thirty "narrative" audio piece incorporating recorded sound or music (compressed and EQed), MIDI-controlled softsynths, and/or highly processed audio samples. Midterm for Projection Mapping, a short, well edited film of environmental projections. Rough exhibition sketches for my midterm proposal presentation in Thesis Research.

Actually finished today: Projection Mapping film, though it's currently silent. I may try to combine it with my Electronic Music project, for which I do have something created, that meets most of the requirements, except insofar as it more or less completely ignores the prescribed narrative. And I did sketch (that being the operative word) some very raw ideas for my thesis exhibition in my pocket notebook while on the subway to Dave and Abi's. The Professional Writing essay remains an entirely theoretical proposition.

Also being procrastinated: Picking up my six month supply of new contact lenses, as that means paying for them. Ditto with prescription renewals, though mainly only as an addendum to the contacts as they are in the same direction and make sense to do as one errand. Neither will actually be pressing for another week or two. Emailing or calling the neuropsychologist who I saw a few weeks ago about scheduling a followup appointment. Emailing a prospective employer about setting up an interview for a possible library job. This one is still pretty nebulous. Engaging in an active exchange of ideas with my teammates for the Cultural Heritage final group project.

I know I have to embrace the satisfaction generated from what I have accomplished. This helps in maintaining the forward momentum to continue completing the smaller tasks that lead to finishing the larger projects. Regarding the anxiety fueled procrastination in paragraph three, remember remember remember, the worst possible outcome of doing it is almost certainly not nearly as bad as the worst possible outcome of not doing it, and however nerve wracking that act of doing it is, it is transitory. As always, easier said than done, but best to just keep saying it anyway.

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In the evening, as mentioned, to Dave and Abi's Brooklyn Heights rooftop, to informally celebrate the nicest day of the year so far. Chinese food, drinks, conversation, a party game, more drinks, more conversation, then home. One more beer and online fake Scrabble (two new opponents, Julia and Matt, plus my ongoing games with Alex) and slower—because there's no auto-notification when it's my turn—online real Scrabble with Dave.