I design and make things but mostly I’m a fucking idiot
from the fragments of collapsed stars we’ve evolved into a species that relentlessly seeks to define the structure of our universe. that we divine meaning and our sense of place from the arrangement of everything is as derivative of our own introspection as it is descriptive of our search for enlightenment.
I had a lovely long conversation today about what design is and why we do it. I paraphrase: in order to explain the progression from what we understand to the things we make we undertake a deliberately unstructured approach to divining meaning and distilling insights such that we might evolve and create structures and make sense of
I’m just trying to work this out I’ve been trying to work things out. one of the things I’ve been trying to work out is the relationship between context, query and linked data. I’m too lazy to need to work this out as an academic exercise, it’s in reference to
I wrote this ten years ago. nothing ever really changes. You just click on your name and then go to that menu on the left. no, the top. Hang on… So, I select my name, right and what? Go to the menu and select ‘make me great’. I don’t have that
if I’m honest it’s because I can’t be arsed with the pause and reconsideration that accompanies every utterance of a title that’s prescriptive and divisive notwithstanding the gravitas and apparent stakeholder appeasmentism that the very combination of words appear to solicit albeit with the delivery of a stifled yawn from
here is a revelation for anyone who has never been to a conference that’s relevant to their profession: it’s a great way to validate that you actually know what you’re talking about. I mean, honestly, we mostly operate within the duck quack void of self-appreciation and we’re only really interrogated
I sometimes talk nonsense about things to try and sound clever