A Look Inside Mobile Design Patterns
Invitations are helpful tips that are displayed the first time a user opens an application or arrives at a new place. They suggest actions and guide the user to the intended functionality. A simple invitation can turn an otherwise discouraging first time experience into a satisfying one.
via decodering.
A song that makes you smile in a sad way.
I can’t sleep. For the last two month I could physically sleep, but time simply did not allow for it. Now, I have all the time in the world and I can’t sleep. I’ve even cleaned my apartment. It’s actually looking pretty good right now. Evey thing has it’s place and every place has it’s thing.
I’ve employed a scorched earth campaign on my unwanted guests. I’ve studied them. Analyzed them. Followed them. Make no mistake. This. Is. War. Sun Tse’s art of war once said in order to be victorious every time one must know one’s self and one’s enemy. So I studied my habits too. Where I put things. What ares accumulate dust. In order to make an invading force retreat, one must first cut off their supply lines. One must stop feeding the enemy. Sap the enemy’s strength and make it your own. Dust. Dust is a source of nourishment for them as is any sort of organic material. I have been meticulous in dealing with dust and have bleached all that I can. Areas already taken by the enemy must to severed as a cancer from healthy tissue. There is not hope saving such areas. Slash and burn. The rice cooker. Gone. The toaster. History. Water boiler. So long old friend. All must be eliminated without mercy. After all of the supply lines that can be eliminated are eliminated, I must take the offensive. Biological warfare. Simple, but effective. Utilizing an array of traps and poisons, I have strategically turned entry points into my sovereign area into hostile areas. Crossing said area will mean death. I have not seen a single unwanted guest for 24 hours now. I’ve been watching for them. Vigilance is a paramount quality in war. And war… war never changes.
Due to recent economic downturns in the United States, the Man of Steel lost his house to Uncle Sam.
What are we doing here? Are we dream catchers, dream weavers, dream manipulators, or simply the dream replicators? Most of the time they keep us so busy that we fail to glimpse the truth behind the curtains of fatigue and hunger, but once in a while whilst reading the carefully crafted works of philosophers and writers of the now and the day that have gone past we see can see that which is hidden. In an ideal world we would carry within us the ability to craft dreams and mold them into reality; creating wordless stories for people for to live in and use. What is out there beyond these walls though? What do we do when we have finally forced to grow up? Can anyone be forced to grow up? Growing up playing puzzle games, and having to use my imagination to entertain myself because my parents didn’t believe in anything other than seeing a series of 90’s in my report card, I trained myself to believe in two things that are really quite simple. One: When there seems to be only two options, there is always a third, forth, fifth, sixth or even a hundredth option. Whoever is giving you only two options is fucking with you, even if it’s yourself. Two: A sock should never be just a sock. It can be a hand puppet, a magical power glove that you’ve happened upon in an enchanted forest, or the long lost nunchaku of Bruce Lee. It’s all about perspective and the world is only as big or as small as you’re willing to make it. Obstacles though. There are always obstacles and the more I look at the world outside of these walls the more I see people that see a sock as simply a sock. Which is fine. However when you start forcing people to see the world as you do a la Winston’s interrogation in Orwell’s 1984, then ladies and gentlemen we have a problem. If this is the case in one of the most creative industries a person can go into, ladies and gentlemen we have a big problems.
So, what if you are forced to grow up? I used to think that the answer was, simply don’t. Fight it. Stay young. But I’m still only seeing two options. When I’m in the ring, my trainer keeps reminding me to fight my own fight, to pull my opponent in my world, my game, my rules. Why do I have have to live within archaic notions of grown up or child. Why not let myself be who I was and who I am and who I always will be. I’m not childlike because I haven’t changed and I’m not grown up because I have. I’m simply trying to come up with my own solution thought my own analysis and perceptions because in the end it your game that matters and like the design of all great games, the more you play other games without losing sight of your own, the better it’ll be, and the better it is, the more people would want to play. Now THAT’s something I call progress.
Day ten marks the completion of a third of the challenge. It is a happy occasion. One that deserves a celebration. Am I going to get a celebration for my celibacy though? No. No I’m not. Some times I question my motives for attempting this challenge. Most of the time I question the motives of my friends who proposed the challenge. There must be a degree of sadism in pushing me to attempt this. Most people that found out about my challenge have had but one response to my resolve. They might as well have shouted it in resounding unison. “Why?? Why would you do this to yourself???” they said. I would respond with an equally responding and outwardly confident, “Because I want to know that I can.”
There have been good days and there have been bad days. It’s mostly been good days but now and again, I really miss having sex. I don’t think my friends understand how off a person can feel when they haven’t had sex for a while. “How bad can it be right?” Well, sex, like cocaine can be a drug of sorts. It’s easy not to snort some yayo, or sweet sweet angel dust when you’ve never tried it before. But once you have, people will, according to Dave Chapelle, suck dick for crack. I don’t know off hand but it sounds plausible enough. Sex, once you’ve had it, there’s really nothing quite like it. The best kind is with a significant other that really gets you and is into all the stuff you’re into. Meaningless sex isn’t bad. It isn’t great but some times it can be really really good. Not great though. Jerking it is a coping mechanism just to get you to the point where you can have either meaningless sex or meaningful sex. It’s not great. It’s not even good. It just gets you through a tough patch or, as I talked about before, just to get you to sleep.
Day ten though. I’d have to say, I appreciate it a lot more now. Trying not think about sex opens the mind to many things. I would think about what i would do when my challenge is over. Would I call up a friend with benefits? Would I go to a bar and try to pick up? Or would I simply just jerk it? A fourth option seems to be emerging. I can’t quite see it clearly yet but it’s something along the lines of just going with the flow. After this challenge I’ll know that sex doesn’t own me. I own sex. That’s the plan anyhow.
Please let this be true.
