In my maiden attempt at a more creative requirements piece, I've imagined ten testing scenarios I would like to see happen. These will work both to help me create a list of functionality necessary for the test as well as give me a rubric to evaluate the test against. While my experience with the test will drive much of the raw research for the paper, the space between imagination and actuality will make a good measure.
I am on the G train, going home. Its been a long, gray day. The train isn’t too crowded yet; mostly everyone has a seat. There are some cute kids and across from me is a guy who looks like a teacher, reading a creased novel, and a young dude also gazing into space. We’ve just pulled out of Clinton-Washington. As my eyes, blur a little and I relax into the feeling of Metropolitan camaraderie — just then it happens. Time loosens a little and I can just about make out the traces of other moments hovering about this one. The object is in my hand. I press the button.
I’m walking through the park to brunch. It is a blustery day. I’ve been here before, on this blustery day! Omg, that was so long ago. Back then, I lived in Greenpoint and ... . I reach into my bag, find the object, hit the button.
I’m walking through the park to brunch. It is a blustery day. I’ve been here before, on this blustery day! Omg, that was so long ago. Back then, I lived in Greenpoint and ... . I reach into my bag — oh fuck I left it at home. I grab my phone and open the app. At least I can save it here.
I’m walking through the park to brunch. It is a blustery day. I’ve been here before, on this blustery day! Omg, that was so long ago. Back then, I lived in Greenpoint and — oh! I wonder if my app has resonances. I reach into my bag and pull out the phone. Clicking the lefthand gem button, I see the moments the app has pulled up to match.
It is Sunday afternoon. This morning I went swimming and now I am laying on the couch reading. It is sunny and drowsy feeling. I have been playing with the object but now it rests on my chest. It buzzes! What could be there?
It is Tuesday afternoon. This morning I got in my 5,000 words and now I am laying on the couch, reading for media law. I’ve been playing with the object, rubbing the surface to help me focus, but I’ve put it down on my chest to concentrate. Fuck, why is it buzzing???
A ferry on Lake Champlain. I’ve never been here before but it’s gorgeous. The leaves are changing and the sky is bright. By bag buzzes; I check. Oh all these other adventures, this same mind.
I am in New York but this is what I call earthquake weather. Save, save, save, save. Phone, object, whatever. California, I’ve never missed you so badly.
Los Angeles. Earthquake weather. Bougainvillea. Nothing.
Happy hour ended one drink ago and I’m waiting for the bus. Sometimes when you are tipsy, you are also nostalgic. I switch from Twitter to the full list of moments and scroll. Moments come back one-by-one. I add a few notes, top up some titles. I wonder what this random time is. Well, I can’t delete it. Maybe I’ll remember later. Scroll, scroll, scroll.