Still No Eye Deer
Thoughts on how to move from creative block to “flow”, and how to unstick yourself when you’re stuck.
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Musings
There will be another shore after the rapids, I promise.
Margaret Atwood, Words to Live By, Vogue January 2021
Ten Timeframes
On spending users’ heartbeats wisely: Paul Ford’s closing keynote at the 2012 MFA Interaction Design Festival.
Read more "Ten Timeframes"Glass as day-blooming flower,
Martha Sprackland, Domestic
television as mortar shell. Television as volleyball against white sun.
Sun as broken glass, in fragments,
glass as crazy paving on street below.
Power cord as vapour trail.
White smoke as cigarette smoke,
smoke as wedding dress pulled through water,
smoke as blood in water.
Glass as water on street below.
Pavement cracks as broken glass as x-ray
held to box of light. Television as broken wrist.
Power cord as skywriting, as Marry Me
on biplane banner. Television as biplane.
Television as bird. White flower growing
in pavement crack as open hand.
Glass as broken glass.
Sunscreen
The widely misattributed commencement address that was never a commencement address at all.
Read more "Sunscreen"Sometimes naming a thing – giving it a name, or discovering its name – helps one to begin to understand it.
Octavia E. Butler, Parable of the Sower
She had become the sort of person she approved of but she wasn’t sure she had chosen anything she actually wanted.
Sophie Ward, Love and Other Thought Experiments
“Go to Old Delhi, and look at the way they keep chickens there in the market. Hundred of pale hens and brightly coloured roosters, stuffed tightly into wire-mesh cages. They see the organs of their brothers lying around them. They know they are next, yet they cannot rebel. They do not try to get out of the coop.
The very same thing is done with humans in this country.”
Aravind Adiga, The White Tiger