Nothing blog-worthy ever happens to me.

 

Dyer has a mind like—I mean this as praise, ­believe it or not—a plastic bag: It drifts easily, snags on everything. He notices foreground and background, the band and the bartender and the design on the napkin. He has one eye on life’s lofty stuff—art, war, time, love, history—and one foot in life’s sludge: indecision, apathy, crabbiness, self-doubt, confusion. His other eye and other foot have wandered off elsewhere.

Video: “but it can’t help me get over”

Two minute personality test by Jonathan Safran Foer

What’s the kindest thing you almost did? Is your fear of insomnia stronger than your fear of what awoke you? Are bonsai cruel? Do you love what you love, or just the feeling? Your earliest memories: do you look though your young eyes, or look at your young self? Which feels worse: to know that there are people who do more with less talent, or that there are people with more talent? Do you walk on moving walkways? Should it make any difference that you knew it was wrong as you were doing it? Would you trade actual intelligence for the perception of being smarter? Why does it bother you when someone at the next table is having a conversation on a cell phone? How many years of your life would you trade for the greatest month of your life? What would you tell your father, if it were possible? Which is changing faster, your body, or your mind? Is it cruel to tell an old person his prognosis? Are you in any way angry at your phone? When you pass a storefront, do you look at what’s inside, look at your reflection, or neither? Is there anything you would die for if no one could ever know you died for it? If you could be assured that money wouldn’t make you any small bit happier, would you still want more money? What has been irrevocably spoiled for you? If your deepest secret became public, would you be forgiven? Is your best friend your kindest friend? Is it any way cruel to give a dog a name? Is there anything you feel a need to confess? You know it’s a “murder of crows” and a “wake of buzzards” but it’s a what of ravens, again? What is it about death that you’re afraid of? How does it make you feel to know that it’s an “unkindness of ravens”?

From: http://www.vanityfair.com/online/daily/2014/05/chipotle-cups-will-now-have-stories-by-jonathan-safran-foer-toni-morrison-and-other-authors

Lego tower as makeshift kaleidoscope. 

The iphone camera wasn’t able to focus on such a small subject without drastically shortening the tube and before I could try more it was time to destroy all that we had created.

Lego tower as makeshift kaleidoscope.

The iphone camera wasn’t able to focus on such a small subject without drastically shortening the tube and before I could try more it was time to destroy all that we had created.

womaninthewoods:

southernharvestmoon:

Having a bad day? Watch this sweet little booger experience rain for the first time. The joy on her face will squeeze your heart.

my heart omg why am i crying

This happens with every new thing, big or small.

(Source: vimeo.com)

The goal of your customer interview is not to work out how to iterate on a current product design problem. Take that pressure off from the start. Your goal is to see the world from your customer’s perspective.

Percolate Blog: “… it’s beneficial to carry out market research that will give you an understanding of the jobs your customers need to get done day to day, rather than ask questions that deliver a functional specification e.g. Customer A needs product capabilities X,Y and Z.”

Maybe it’s only me but I think this is what we’re both imagining when we race our Lego motorcycles across the kitchen floor.

Maybe it’s only me but I think this is what we’re both imagining when we race our Lego motorcycles across the kitchen floor.

(Source: viscar)

a house on a cul de sac

a house on a cul de sac