On the occasion of having read yet another fawning blowjob for Bruce Mau, I began Day 573’s post by annotating An Incomplete Manifest for Growth, without giving him credit1. Sorry about that.
Here’s one more.
Process is more important than outcome. When the outcome drives the process we will only ever go to where we’ve already been. If process drives outcome we may not know where we’re going, but we will know we want to be there. (#3, AIMFG)
Annotation. Unfiltered bullshit. This is the cult of the designer’s ego writ large. Can’t charge a fortune for mere craftsmanship, because chequebooks only come out for Art.
As of this writing, it’s 0258 on Thursday. Some eight (8) Russian Tu95ms are approaching their missile launch positions over the Caspian Sea. The barrage is expected to commence in the next 60-90 minutues. That means arrivals around, er, 0530-0600.
Everything’s been all Ukrainian around here lately: potato pancakes, selective socialism, blue cigarette smoke, astonishingly bad rap music, hipsters, Mukuzani, rucola, shaurma, tin bathtubs in the kitchen.
This just in from Julia at Puck:
No Julia. It’s not Ukraine’s war of independence, essentially. That was nine years ago, when Russia first invaded and you didn’t report it. Now it’s the war of Ukrainians for their continued existence as life forms.
The ever-vital breath of youth at Polish public television never looked so dead.
Giant of Journalism™ Bohdan Nahyalo offers this groggy update:
“The training of [F-16] pilots is going to take a long time, even though planes have been promised.”
How young is “incredibly young” anyway? Screaming toddlers flinging feces and outrageousness, novelists running around the office, pitching story ideas about mysterious shrimp? Shambling mooks in do-rags and Eminem gear looming everywhere going, “Let’s do this”? Mallrats from Ocean Plaza who respond to every single stimulus, no matter how slight, with “Відчепись!”?