— @brigleb
Posted 1 year ago
Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things.
Posted 1 year ago
Posted 1 year ago
Sent from my iPhone 4. Yeah, that’s right, I’m rockin the latest and greatest. It’s definitely better than the 3GS, which was faster than the 3G, which had more stuff than the first iPhone I guess. It’s way way better than the first one that’s for sure. Although it is a tad fragile. I actually cracked the glass on mine three days after it came out. THREE DAYS! Anyway, I brought it in, and Apple felt bad so they gave me a new one on the spot, no questions asked. Well actually they did ask me what happened to it, exactly. I had this whole elaborate story ready, but instead I just blurted out “I dropped it” which of course is the truth. It’s better to be honest, especially with big big corporations that could totally take you in a fight. Anyway if this email seemed short or terse or even borderline illiterate that’s why, because I’m on my new iPhone. But hey, if you have one too you could always try calling and we could have a FaceTime chat, because I’ve only gotten to try that once so far. But it was really neat.
Posted 1 year ago
I’m worried that students will take their obedient place in society and look to become successful cogs in the wheel - let the wheel spin them around as it wants without taking a look at what they’re doing.
Posted 1 year ago
“The iPhone 4 feels as though someone sat down, cracked his or her knuckles, and decided that they were going to design and construct the hell out of this thing.”
Posted 1 year ago
If I had asked my customers what they wanted, they would have told me a faster horse.
Posted 1 year ago
via marco
In most elevators, at least in any built or installed since the early nineties, the door-close button doesn’t work. It is there mainly to make you think it works. (It does work if, say, a fireman needs to take control. But you need a key, and a fire, to do that.) Once you know this, it can be illuminating to watch people compulsively press the door-close button. That the door eventually closes reinforces their belief in the button’s power. It’s a little like prayer. Elevator design is rooted in deception—to disguise not only the bare fact of the box hanging by ropes but also the tethering of tenants to a system over which they have no command.
