Mi machina es mi mente
I've found it. The want, no the need to do it. Your suppose to have goals, dreams, aspirations. I've had more than I can imagine since I was kid. I've had really big ones like being an Astronaut or Colonizing Mars. Really fun ones like writer, photographer, rock star DJ. Really specific ones like partying at the playboy mansion at least once by the age of 27. Then there are the real ones; degrees, family, careers. What are you into? What are you reeeeeeeeally into? Indietronic? l33t everything? Jumping off mountains? Why not f*cking do it. Get really f*cking into it. Just geek out, geek out as hard as you can with every cell in your body salivating at the idea of perfect pantone of that last corner pixel. Everyone is a geek about something, and the earlier you find it and admit it the happier and more fulfilling your life will be. That's it. If life is a fractal construct branching out like a tree from a seed than the earlier you start tying and bending and fertilizing the earlier you'll start seeing results. It's not patience, it's meticulous constant tweaking and strategic decisions. It's thinking about it 100% of 10% of the time when your not thinking about sex.
It takes a kick in the ass to make you snap out of the drone, and don't forget drones work hard before they die. I've got a low paying busy work job. Why am I putting up with this? I'd forgotten why I got the damn job in the first place. Until two weeks ago. You get an idea and it feels so right, you wake up in the next morning its gone from being an idea and quick into being the truth, your plan, your reason. I told myself I was taking a year off from school and such to figure out my next step, work a little and figure out what I want to do with the next 20, 30, 50 years of my life. That's a lot. So someone asks me what I'm doing. Not someone but my girlfriends parents whom I've unwittignly gotten on a plane flown 5 hours and 1500 miles to meet. They're nice, not grilling me, but intelligently prodding with an invested interest to see if I'm the same dead end f*cktard they've been meeting on a yearly basis since she was 15. Then it comes back to me, all the BS I said when I graduated and move down to this Neon swamp inferno. Except this time its all true. It's true, me from January talking to me from two weeks ago on the way to wedding rehearsal dinner. "I'm going to go in to interface design."
Blank look. "What's interface design?" Me from January, "oh yeah... forgot about that." Me from two weeks ago "Uhh." Me right now, doing research. Why did this term ring so true to me when I was fresh out of college, and had this wide open future laid out, and could do anything? Where did I hear this term? Why do I want to go into interface design? What is interface design? It's what I'm going to do with the rest of my life.
It's half past midnight and I'm wired. I've been staying up late and sleeping late and the project list is getting longer. I'm going to gradschool. I'm moving to New York. I'm doing this in the Spring. Where am I going to grad school. Tougher than I thought. Interface design as major does not exist, let alone as a Master's program. Great I'm at the cutting edge. Industrial design, Media design, interactive design; none of them really hit it. I'm looking for a top tier school, more technology and production oriented than design oriented. I've got a 4 year degree in design I need to round it out with real world business, production, science. It just doesn't exist.
Tisch at NYU has this amazing technology and art program, savannah has a sweet industrial design program, there are a 12 solid schools in NY and I don't know any of them. New York b/c I've got friends & family and possibly a sweet job w/ Apple. It's F*cking New York. That's how this all started. "I'm moving to New York" But then I though about it. I'm not moving to new york to be a bum, get by on minimum wage and get spit out by the Big Apple after a year. If I'm moving to NYC it's for a bad ass job or for school or preferably both. I'm not trippin on acid and freshmen taint anymore, I've got a life to live and that's what my life is about.
I've started researching Interface & Interaction design. There's only a bite here, an article there. It's honestly so new I have to piece together what I can find. Conrad is coming on thursday so I have to kick this shit into high gear. Conrad was my major professor, he's the kind of guy you've got to do research before you meet. ...and I found it, inspiration. DesignbyFire, this guy has worked for Adobe for 14 years and designed part of the interface for photoshop and illustrator. Along with a few other words sprinkled here and there around the web I found a jewel.
There is a conflict of interest in the world of software development because the people who build it are also the people who design it. If carpenters designed houses, they would certainly be easier or more interesting to build, but not necessarily better to live in. The architect, besides being trained in the art of what works and what doesn't, is an advocate for the client, for the user. An equivalent role in the world of software has not fully developed yet, although several groups are eyeing it jealously.
The pervasiveness of technology is growing and there is no crest in sight. We need interaction architects. Well if that's what your looking for, here's my resume.
It takes a kick in the ass to make you snap out of the drone, and don't forget drones work hard before they die. I've got a low paying busy work job. Why am I putting up with this? I'd forgotten why I got the damn job in the first place. Until two weeks ago. You get an idea and it feels so right, you wake up in the next morning its gone from being an idea and quick into being the truth, your plan, your reason. I told myself I was taking a year off from school and such to figure out my next step, work a little and figure out what I want to do with the next 20, 30, 50 years of my life. That's a lot. So someone asks me what I'm doing. Not someone but my girlfriends parents whom I've unwittignly gotten on a plane flown 5 hours and 1500 miles to meet. They're nice, not grilling me, but intelligently prodding with an invested interest to see if I'm the same dead end f*cktard they've been meeting on a yearly basis since she was 15. Then it comes back to me, all the BS I said when I graduated and move down to this Neon swamp inferno. Except this time its all true. It's true, me from January talking to me from two weeks ago on the way to wedding rehearsal dinner. "I'm going to go in to interface design."
Blank look. "What's interface design?" Me from January, "oh yeah... forgot about that." Me from two weeks ago "Uhh." Me right now, doing research. Why did this term ring so true to me when I was fresh out of college, and had this wide open future laid out, and could do anything? Where did I hear this term? Why do I want to go into interface design? What is interface design? It's what I'm going to do with the rest of my life.
It's half past midnight and I'm wired. I've been staying up late and sleeping late and the project list is getting longer. I'm going to gradschool. I'm moving to New York. I'm doing this in the Spring. Where am I going to grad school. Tougher than I thought. Interface design as major does not exist, let alone as a Master's program. Great I'm at the cutting edge. Industrial design, Media design, interactive design; none of them really hit it. I'm looking for a top tier school, more technology and production oriented than design oriented. I've got a 4 year degree in design I need to round it out with real world business, production, science. It just doesn't exist.
Tisch at NYU has this amazing technology and art program, savannah has a sweet industrial design program, there are a 12 solid schools in NY and I don't know any of them. New York b/c I've got friends & family and possibly a sweet job w/ Apple. It's F*cking New York. That's how this all started. "I'm moving to New York" But then I though about it. I'm not moving to new york to be a bum, get by on minimum wage and get spit out by the Big Apple after a year. If I'm moving to NYC it's for a bad ass job or for school or preferably both. I'm not trippin on acid and freshmen taint anymore, I've got a life to live and that's what my life is about.
I've started researching Interface & Interaction design. There's only a bite here, an article there. It's honestly so new I have to piece together what I can find. Conrad is coming on thursday so I have to kick this shit into high gear. Conrad was my major professor, he's the kind of guy you've got to do research before you meet. ...and I found it, inspiration. DesignbyFire, this guy has worked for Adobe for 14 years and designed part of the interface for photoshop and illustrator. Along with a few other words sprinkled here and there around the web I found a jewel.
There is a conflict of interest in the world of software development because the people who build it are also the people who design it. If carpenters designed houses, they would certainly be easier or more interesting to build, but not necessarily better to live in. The architect, besides being trained in the art of what works and what doesn't, is an advocate for the client, for the user. An equivalent role in the world of software has not fully developed yet, although several groups are eyeing it jealously.
The pervasiveness of technology is growing and there is no crest in sight. We need interaction architects. Well if that's what your looking for, here's my resume.