I disowned about 100 pounds of Windows/PC computer parts this weekend.
I say â€œdisownedâ€ because Iâ€™ve not completely gotten rid of it all. I am vaguely aware that there are environmentally-right and -wrong ways of disposing of electronic equipment, but since I have (obviously) been hoarding/collecting them for so many years (hoarding the spare parts, collecting the UX devices â€” even post-purge I will still posess almost every mouse, mobile phone, and PDA Iâ€™ve ever owned), I donâ€™t really know precisely how to get rid of them properly yet. So for the time being most of the to-be-discarded circuitry is piled up in the corner.
I found this on the inside of a 1950’s recording of Bach’s Brandenburg Concertos, and thought it looked a lot like the iTunes “Get Info” UI. It struck me that metadata, and the graphic design thereof, has a vast history in print that is probably worth exploring very deeply when we design metadata displays for the screen.
A few years ago I was invited by the Whitney Museum to contribute an artwork to their Artport site, their showcase of interactive artists. My contribution was “Concentric Empathy”, a work about the various sorts of non-human emergent intelligences we might have to confront in the coming century. I am showing it again here because of my comment the other day about the OLPC’s use of the “circular menu” paradigm.
I pointed my iPhone camera into the empty corner of a room and captured this.
‘m not going to say much about Kindle — as an iPhone owner, I find both the device and the service colossally dumb. But the breathless excitement over the supposed “death of the book” is even more preposterous, especially to book lovers like my wife and me. For us, books, periodicals, and printed matter of all sorts comprise, quite literally, the very structure of both our intellectual and physical worlds. Kindle is an insult to our world view — Amazon should think of how to support technophiles and book lovers with the same service.
It’s hard to understate the pride I felt on behalf of my colleagues at Behavior when I read these words in Friday’s New York Times: “The Museum of Modern Artâ€™s elegantly plain exhibition of Georges Seuratâ€™s drawings begins with an unexpectedly extraordinary moment of computerized art viewing. Seuratâ€™s four surviving notebooks have been converted to electronic versions that â€” with a touch of a finger â€” visitors can flip through, page by digital page, from cover to dog-eared cover.”
What can I say? I love “old man bars”, especially Irish bars. They’re the best place to actually talk to people (as I am here with my true love Peggy and our good friend Eric Swenson). And in New York City, very few have TV sets in them. Thank God.
Peggy and I went upstate last weekend for our friend M.River’s birthday party. We gathered at Kate’s Lazy Meadow Motel in lovely Mt. Tremper, New York, owned and operated by Kate Pierson from the B-52’s. We stayed in one of her four (soon to be six) fully-functional vintage Airstream trailers.
I just bought a pair of chests of tiny drawers — 54 in all. Believe me, I have enough stuff to put in these drawers. But here’s my question: How shall I organize them?