Low Tech¹ first means ‘Master’ later on.

The principle is 'enable yourself to think'.

Regurgitate.

Use a wide sheet of paper. Scribble on it. Whatever.

Organise.

Either number ideas or link them using colours. You know, over the top.

Or.

Use some scissors and chop it up/reorganise it in several patterns to reflect importance.

Use your digital camera (phone/whatever).

Take photos of the arrangements before rearranging the pile a bit more. Hey - tech crept in there a bit!

Why paper and scissors?

They are physical and quick for arrangement. If you had photoshop or whatever you get involved on layers and selecting and email and twitter and.... oh what ideas did you have again?
Paper is mobile. Cheap paper is cheap. That's why there is that thing about writing on napkins in restaurants.
I used to take pride in making moleskine sketchbooks that were pretty. That isn't thinking. It is showmanship. Ditch it because it smells².

If you can think and arrive at your technology with some organising principles then you will likely be able to make the most of the tech later on. It becomes a kind of ‘design brief’ or field-boundary-marker for what you are playing.

You are too prescriptive. What about just experimenting with my tech first?

Sure. I do it all the time. And yes, pretty moleskine sketch-bookery is a fine thing, but at some point you have to be the boss. I am just offering suggestions, mind.

¹paper, scissors, cellotape, glue, stones in a stream, pillows in a hotel room, your mothers jewellery, cash lying around in your wallet, eggs casually removed from a local sacred bird sanctuary - you know simple stuff to put your hand to.² Of fish entrails. Who gives a monkey about those art-blogs where ‘soandso’ is being praised for having a perfect notebook as if everything just poured out as he/she doodled on a train. It isn’t like that people, and it isn’t worth emulating. There is a great pleasurein making tidy sketchbook random drawing - observed or otherwise - but the fact is that what you are thinking about and how you organise your ideas is far far more important. I don’t care about the uniform of the captain, I just want to know if he is going to show me some amazing icebergs or slam the Titanic directly into one.³

³Unless of course that was his intention which changes everything - who cares if I am dying in the frozen sea with some posh lady saying “Jack, Jack” - I am part of an intriguing experiment using human lives and mid 19th Century technology. Is it an ironic disaster or is it a kind of figurative tableau? I wonder at what point I will a. stop feeling interested due to frost bite and extreme pain and b. realise that it is okay because I will reappear in about ten minutes time with this same girl and a bunch now-alive corpses dancing in a new-classless vision of underwater-heaven. Thanks Cameron. (James, not David)