n. the desire to care less about things—to loosen your grip on your life, to stop glancing behind you every few steps, afraid that someone will snatch it from you before you reach the end zone—rather to hold your life loosely and playfully, like a volleyball, keeping it in the air, with only quick fleeting interventions, bouncing freely in the hands of trusted friends, always in play.
If I am not ____________ then who am I?
"If I am not the lover, who am I? If I am not writing poems in melancholy who am I? If I am not running away from solitude who am I?"
We come to associate ourselves with certain routines we make for ourselves over and over and again. We repeat those, make them into habits, we perform elaborate rituals. How else would we ground ourselves? Like a grid paper is so much easier to work with than a blank sheet- our habits give us a structure to construct our day around.
Now that the grid is fading fast, the vast space of a blank white sheet is scarier than a dark empty room. But you put a pen to it, you start again to get structure, this time of your own choice. This time of your own making.
You know what I learned from the Internet? We got nothing to worry about. Everybody has their moment. We might get a cat one day. That cat may play the keyboard. A bear might fall on our trampoline. We don’t need to have it figured out right now. We just need to be patient. Our moments will come.
Be it a slum in India or the Silicon Valley, be it in a modest dwelling or a luxury car, the currency of happiness lies in authentic conversations.
Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
If you are in school today the technologies you will use as an adult tomorrow have not been invented yet. Therefore, the life skill you need most is not the mastery of specific technologies, but mastery of the technium as a whole - how technology in general works.
Going from an audience of zero to an audience of 10 is so big that it’s actually huger than going from 10 people to a million.
Floppy disks forever!
Oh, the remarkable self centeredness and shortsightedness of the tech industry.
Yes there, I said it! I am a part of it- seeing it from both ends, its almost too glaring to miss- How the tech industry has turned out to multiply in clones. There is no room for individuality, no room for experimentation, there are outliers of course but few and far between.
Interaction design of today- suffers from acute Myopia.
It is in the history of new technology to totally destroy the previous one- remember “video killed the radio star”? Yet in whatever technological present we reside, it is easily assumed to be the future- something that will sustain and stay exactly the way it is.
Apps are for good, floppy disks forever! Yeah!
When I look at it as a recent graduate and as someone who had started my own company - I run into a shockingly narrow definition of interaction design all the time. How easy it is to look back and learn from the impermanence of technology, and yet how rarely will you find an introspective, truly future facing tech company.
The question that no one is asking in tech : Are we prepared for obsolescence? Companies need leaders for tomorrow. Not clones of today.
itwonlast: Kintsugi (to patch with gold) or Kintsukuroi (to repair with gold) is the Japanese art of fixing broken pottery and ceramics using a lacquer resin sprinkled with powdered gold (or silver). Rather than being concealed, the damage is celebrated and becomes a defining feature of the object. As a general rule, the repaired artifact acquires far higher value and enjoys greater appreciation than it had in its previously undamaged state.
There are no limits. There are plateaus, but you must not stay there, you must go beyond them. If it kills you, it kills you.
The poetic and the veridical, the proven and the unprovable, the heart and the brain—like charged particles of opposing polarity—exert their pulls in different directions. Where they are brought together the result is incandescence.
Within that place of radiant intersection, love begins to reveal itself.
Presenting Ars Memorativa!
Thesis presentation video is finally online! Somehow this seems forever ago.
Kids used to ask each other: If a tree falls in a forest and no one hears, does it make a sound? Now there’s a microphone in every tree and a loudspeaker on every branch, not to mention the video cameras, and we’ve entered the condition that David Foster Wallace called Total Noise: “the tsunami of available fact, context, and perspective.”
This week was a watershed for Total Noise. When terrible things happen, people naturally reach out for information, which used to mean turning on the television. The rewards (and I use the word in its Pavlovian sense) can be visceral and immediate, if you want to see more bombs explode or towers fall, and plenty of us do. But others are learning not to do that.
You can get your cable news secondhand, via Twitter or the blogs, which is a little like using a mirror to avoid gazing upon the Gorgon directly.
We need to get smarter about the vectors of time and information flow. We know what the hurry is, of course. It is devoutly felt at CNN and Fox News that prestige or viewership or both depend on being the first, even if only by seconds, to announce practically anything. They continue to believe this, even though no one remembers which of them was first to announce erroneously that the Supreme Court had overturned the Affordable Care Act—rushing to botch a fact that had been officially released to the entire infosphere and would soon be universally available to everyone. “We gave our viewers the news as it happened,” Fox said smugly later that day.
It starts to feel as though we’re Pavlov’s dogs—subjects in a vast experiment in operant conditioning. The craving for information leads to behaviors that are alternately rewarded and punished. If instantaneity is what we want, television cannot compete with cyberspace. Nor does the hive mind wait for officialdom.
We’re starting to sense what may happen when everything is seen and everyone is connected. Bits of intelligence amid the din; and new forms of banality. Within hours of his death, the world could examine the videos Tamerlan Tsarnaev watched in his YouTube account and, on his Amazon wish list, some books he wanted.