"Americans are actually different from other white people on Earth because no matter what environment you put them in, they will immediately find or create a way, in that environment, to have student loan debt." -- a friend, who made my morning
Mum wants to see the sea. She lies beside the wrong window With a view she does not recognise Surrounded by her family of vague strangers. The others share a look with me. Mum wants to see the sea. #smallStories
I feel like "hostile software architecture" is a term we should establish.
Google and Facebook are the absolute masters of this, since all their profit comes from it in one way or another.
Designing applications specifically with the goal of squeezing as much data out of users and making privacy as hard as they can is probably the most "successful" example of hostile software architecture.
Designing around displaying ads would be another one that goes hand in hand.
@jo The definition of ignominy. At least it didn't become a church. Love the phrase "losing the Majestic name". De-majesticized! That's harsh. #smallstories response.
Did you know that there are two types of gum for my climate? Yes, summer gum and winter gum. The winter gum is in stick form. If you buy it in the humid, semi-tropical Kentucky summers, it will wilt and melt in the pack. The hardshell summer gum will, too, but it takes way longer. Now you know. #smallstories
Our local grocery allows you to call in and order and pick up. As I approached the entrance, a monster SUV was being loaded by a sweating worker. The car's driver pecked away at her smartphone, oblivious. I waited to see if she would tip. Nope. She drove away in a cloud of diesel. Coming out of the grocery, a large dude in leather and tattoos walked ahead of me and an older woman. He stopped and swept his arm out to let her go ahead of him. A gallant. I needed that incongruity. #smallstories
See a girl: her face masked, body shrouded by a hospital gown, her skin ashen from the epic war she must fight within. A nurse leads her through the cafeteria to fetch breakfast, carefully warding her against contamination. At each kiosk she delicately nods at what she would like to eat. Withal she stands too still, patiently holding tight a clean mauve teddy bear. Her trust, as her life, is palpably desperate, clutching at shoals. An ethereal presence. She is perhaps 5 years old.