answering these questions:
What are the rules of the game?
What are the actions (or verbs) you are allowed to take in the game?
Is there a “win” state? If so, how do you achieve it?
You can start with a drawing, create a flip book, and move to video. You can also take household items and turn them into playing pieces, transforming your kitchen table (or house!) into a game board!
love to see how you level up or progress through your game. What actions can you take to move forward?
Don’t forget
invite you to think about how you can also use your new game design skills to translate, analyze and change a complex issue.
hope that you will be inspired to explore a new medium, and create new understanding about what it means to analyze (and change!) a system.
"We might cool down the conversation with explicit norms, clarifying our objectives and assumptions,offer facilitation and other support in an attempt to achieve real dialogue. Over time the constraints could be loosened."
I am always an outsider, by termperament and by design. Iconoclast is the word I use to describe myself. I actually get a bit sick when I feel I am on the IN. I love the OUT. And I don't need a fucking box cutter to get out. Something goofy, hilarious, and irritating about the video. A classic out-y as far as I can tell. Not so much a prophet as someone who says, "Fuck you. Now what are you going to do about it." I live in a part of Kentucky where that attitude has been raised to an art form. It's called cutting off your nose to spite your face. I am a practitioner.
Rumi:
You are granite.
I am an empty wineglass.
My question is this: who are you and who is the community. And more...maybe you are the falling glass or the rising granite. Confusing and confabulatory, no doubt.
And more. More than a man, a h-u-m-a-n. And an entangled body way more tangled than just your communities. And weaving from past to future through memes and genes. A regular Gordian Knot.
So I suppose I could say that the varied and fluctuating communities in and around rhizo14 have varied and fluctuating curricula.
Well...I am happy in my ignorance as to what this signifies much less means. For the month of February I have been living pretty damned close to the bone, flaying and being flayed. Hard, sharp edges to my life can't even be bothered to say, fuck this shit, I got better thought to thunk.
Keith Hamon has written a great (IMHO) post about complexity ethics.
Oxymorons point to the paradox of language, the Babel-ical inadequacy of words. How helpful are they except to make us sit bold upright and pay heed to how entangled and embodied our knowing (and not knowing) are.
Of course, in all humility, I am being totally derivative in this annotated response. Nothing original although I am repeatedly striking my flint to your rock.
There are moments when I am moved to formal academic research.
I weary of the fond hope of reciprocation. In myself and in others. Mostly in others. I am unashamed to admit I need it. I am astonished that it is so little given online. So I give it elsewhere and, as is said in labour circles, I withdraw my goodwill.
I wonder how these co-exist - in a warm soup of happiness?