Showing posts with label bad writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bad writing. Show all posts

16 April 2006

Just As I Thought

pasta & vinegar, quotes a really interesting paper:
How will computation transform the new spaces that it comes to occupy?

“Our fundamental concern is with the ways in which we encounter space not simply as a container for our actions, but as a setting within which we act. The embodied nature of activity is an issue for a range of technologies.”

Isn't that lovely. The embodied nature of activity.

“This social character means that spaces are not ‘given;’ they are the products of active processes of interpretation. The meaningfulness of space is a consequence of our encounters with it.

Yeah, okay, so.

“Objects take on meanings and interpretations in their own right rather than as elements of a ‘system.’

Oh dear.

“This suggests, then, that user's experiences and interpretations of ubiquitous computing systems will often be of a quite different sort than those of their designers, because of the radically different ways in which they encounter these systems ... ”

I'm sorry. This has to end, right here.

I suppose research is a whole nother animal. From just plain thinking. I suppose academia cum science has gotta do what academics and scientists gotta do.

Which seems to be, to construct horribly precise papers, essays the point of which is already well and thoroughly hashed out.

To cite, as it were.

As opposed to, say, write.

I'm only just saying.

Still, the existential hook that pries off top of the skull, that allows the thoughts to float freely, to rise far above us here and join the eternal quantum cloud of thinking, it's there. In that wholly provocative headline.

And as a woman, I just adore discussing that which is yet to be as if it already existed, both at once. That's the charm of it.

14 July 2005

Scoble on Literature

Yeah, I wish I had slowed down a bit before posting the book idea, but then, you know that you're getting me. Raw. Flawed. Impulsive.

This has been sitting in my Drafts folder since at least March. Oh, it's well worth writing about. This type of thinking, this type of guy.

I bash ahead. There are pros and cons to this approach. Pros? You get stuff done. Cons? You mess up in public and things are half baked. You look stupid. Uninformed. Unprepared.

It's simply that . . . well, keep reading . . .

See, in the old world you only got to read the book, you never got to see the mess.

I am quite sure the culture is dead, and I am living in a dream . . .

Life is messy, and my blogging is too. The more I write out in public, the more I realize a good blog lets you see the mess. Lets you see behind the scenes. Gets you involved in building things.

Damn, time's up—and it's just as I feared.

Ever had the wind knocked out of you?

If you wanna read perfection, then this isn't the place for you. Go read Shakespeare.

It's exactly like that.

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