| Monday, October 14, 2002 | 2002-10-15 02:17 2 comments |
 by Flemming FunchDave thinks his mind is hierarchical. I don't think mine is. If it were, I wouldn't have so much trouble keeping track of things. I think my mind is a network, with connections criss-crossing all around. And I think my mind has a helluva lot of dimensions, but the outside world seems to be telling me that everything has 1, 2 or 3 dimensions, and that the way of organizing things is hierarchical. I don't think so. I think that's what's screwed up about the world. I want to store and find things whichever way inspires me at the moment. Where I think something fits at one point in time doesn't match where I think it fits a week later. See my OrgSpace vision. But, I admit, what I'm talking about here is *information*. My real world stuff is pretty much hierarchical, and each thing has one right place. My screwdriver goes in that cup on the table, which is in my office, and my keys are in my right pocket, of my jacket, which is on that hook on the door. But my mind no longer matches the physical world. A desktop or a window or a bulletin board or the pocket of my jacket is no longer a good metaphor for how I organize information. "Far better to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, though checkered by failure, than to take rank with those poor spirits who live in the gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat." -- Theodore Roosevelt |