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Let's all play Breeder Bingo!

Monday, February 15, 2010

Researcher Nina Funnell recently found herself at a function where the Prime Minister was speaking about our impending economic doom due to our ageing population, saying that Gen Y wasn’t doing enough to breed for the nation’s economy. Afterwards, Nina was introduced to him, and here’s what happened:

… one of my friends introduced me, dropping in that I am completing a PhD. At this, Rudd rolled his eyes and in a terse voice lacking any sense of irony remarked that is the “excuse” that “all” young women are using nowadays to avoid starting families.

That’s right, girls. Get out of those universities and workplaces and stop making excuses. Your country needs you to get on your backs to make babies for Australia.

Oh, but the best bits of these sorts of stories are the awesome comments. Here are some choice phrases:

Turns out you’re never truly an adult until you’re a parent.

You cannot possibly have a fulfilling adult life without it! Ever!

Oh dear. I feel sorry for all those women who are still brainwashed into thinking that they are free and liberated because they are pursuing a career.

The right to work and choose my own lifestyle is a myth, is it?

All I read here is ME, MY, ME, MINE, ME, ME, ME, MY BODY, MY DECISION. You all sound like a pack of whingeing teenagers.

Uh, yeah. It’s my uterus.

What comes to mind, is how unconsciously selfish the “no kids” group are. Before children I too indulged both here and around the world. From experience there is nothing that can even come close to a childs unexpected hug. Your own children will be the closest you will ever get to feeling complete unconditional love.

Oooh, I know this song. The chorus goes something like: NO ONE WILL EVER LOVE YOU UNTIL YOU HAVE CHILDREN!

You wont realize till you are older, when most people dont have many friends its only your children and husband who have any interest in you, Looks another statistic of the feminist generations. You will grow old with nice car, holidays and fancy apartment stroking a cat on a friday night by yourself. Then you can enjoy the person you love( self) by yourself

Encore performance, all together now: NO ONE WILL EVER LOVE YOU! UNTIL YOU HAVE! CHIIIILDREN!

Listen to Gen Y rave on about their rights and liberties being impugned. Nothing about society, nothing about obligations, nothing about building a better Australia. It’s all about what’s in it for them.

Yep, cause all those working Gen Y taxpayers paying for schools and Family Tax Benefit and parenting payment are providing nothing at all to society, ever ever.

Just as well your mothers never took your views “ladies”.. Some of us have had the choice of to breed or not to breed taken away from us and people like you saying how great it is to be childless is a real bitch slap in the face..

You know, I tend to feel sorry for people who can’t have children, but that doesn’t obligate me to squeeze some out to make them feel better.

Pass/Fail Fail: When Designers Think Design Solves Everything

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Tyler Thompson’s post about redesigning boarding passes was included in an edition of Russ Weakley’s links for light reading last month (yeah yeah, I know, I’ve been sitting on this for awhile). He’s had a crack at redesigning the boarding pass he received from Delta on a recent trip. Much oohing and ahhing ensued, cause everyone knows boarding passes are icky, right? The modern air travel experience is kind of soulless, and some visual niceties would really make the whole travel experience seem a lot less sterile, yeah? Let’s take a look at those.

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Tyler's second pass

Well, sure. But the problem with Tyler’s alternative boarding passes, and particularly the second one, is that they kind of suck. In fact, some aspects of the designs introduce new problems that weren’t part of the original pass. It puts aesthetics over usability, and that’s a recipe for truly shitty design.

OH NO SHE DI-INT

You heard me.

Look, I’m not some hipster Moley-skeen-a-toting, MacBook-wielding Design Wanker™. (No, I’m just your regular nondesigner Moleskine-toting MacBook-wielding wanker.) But here’s one thing I do know: I know that when you’re designing an artefact for everyday use, you have to put usability over your predilection for the trendy font-of-the-week. You can’t design something in a vacuum. People have to actually use this stuff.

Here’s another: I have flown a lot. One year I was on the road for four months out of twelve. That’s a third of a year eating shitty airport food and living out of suitcases. I’ve been early, late, delayed, cancelled, bumped, missed a couple, been affected by industrial action, and even stranded due to lightning strike. I know a little about the whole flying thing.

So, you know, I do hope you’ll feel free to take this with whatever quantity of salt you feel appropriate, but here it is.

  • The text, with characters which are fully four times as high as they are wide, is hardly what I’d call legible. Imagine you’re an airline steward, and you had to read 180 of these four or five times a day. Is this really doing you any favours in the legibility department? Is it easier to read than the craptaculous thermal printed monospaced stuff you usually see? I don’t think so, kids.

  • The name portion of the passMy name (all 22 characters, counting spaces) is longer than Tyler’s. In fact, lots of names are longer than Tyler’s. We don’t all have a name that lines up with his grid perfectly. What happens to all this lovely griddy goodness when you have a long name? I reckin my name would well overrun the coloured area; what happens then? Would it wrap in an ugly fashion on the second one? What if you’re flying Business and not Coach?

  • 5:10Do I board at 5.10pm, or depart at 5.10pm? Did I check in at 5.10pm? Do I arrive at 5.10pm? Why am I wasting even a second trying to interpret that?

  • A series of arcane little numbersWhat the hell is going on with the teeny weeny little numbers? Imagine you are a passenger on a late flight. You approach the counter and ask the attendant whether you will make your connecting flight. She says, “Sure, I’ll check. What’s your booking reference?” Now, look at this pass. Where is your booking number? It’s cool, I’ll wait, and so will the fifty other people in line behind you, while you look for it. Or, since I assume she knows which of these arcane strings if your booking reference, you can hand it to her and she can squint to read it herself. Either way: suck.

  • map icon Pass map What purpose does the map serve? It bears no resemblance to the journey itself. And if you don’t regularly use Google Maps, would you understand the purpose of the teardrop-shaped icon on the rightmost stub? If not, that’s more wasted time trying to interpret its meaning.

  • Why is THIS much space given over to the gate number? Maybe they do stuff all different over there, but I cannot remember the last time I caught a flight where the gate was known very far in advance. If I were printing this boarding pass at home the day before, or the same morning, what goes in this spot?

  • syd-avv.png What is the point of displaying the journey as airport codes, other than an exercise in pure wankitude? Why would you rely on something as obscure and arcane as this? Here, I’ll show you: you’re travelling in Australia between two major cities. You can probably guess where this flight originates, but where is this flight going? (Don’t cheat and Google it.) How confident would you be that the airline issued you the correct boarding pass?

When all you have is a hammer

A boarding pass really ought to be a functional object. Its job is to get you aboard the plane. It has a defined, predictable appearance to help airline and airport staff deal with you. It needs to be simple enough for a first-time traveller to use without making them learn stuff like which arcane series of characters is their booking number, or memorising every airport’s IATA code. It should be simple and clear.

What Tyler’s produced really doesn’t hit the spot. It’s pretty, sure, but I’m having a lot of trouble seeing how these redesigns actually solved a genuine problem. All that seems to be happening here is an exercise in how it would be totes awse to use his favourite display typeface.

There is so much more to design than ‘make shit prettier.’

PS: AVV is Avalon, Melbourne’s second busiest airport, which is used chiefly by Jetstar.

HOWTO: Epic Lazy Lemon Slice

Monday, February 8, 2010

I made a lemon slice and took it into work today. If you like lemon slice too, and wish to make your own, here is the laziest recipe IN THE WORLD. There is absolutely no baking involved and you only spend about three minutes with your saucepan and ten minutes mixing stuff total.

For the slice, you’ll need:

  • one 250g pack of plain bickies — Marie, Milk Arrowroot, or Granita would be lovely here — basically whatever you can find in your biscuit aisle that’s sweet and crumbles well.
  • about 100g butter
  • 1 cup condensed milk
  • a fairly average handful of lemon zest (you can use bottled lemon juice if your local lemon tree looks a bit iffy)
  • 2 cups shredded coconut

For the topping:

  • about 40g butter
  • 2 cups icing sugar
  • 3 tablespoons of lemon juice
  • a bit more of that excellent coconut

Grease and line a baking tin. (Don’t freak! We won’t be baking! I promised.) Leave enough paper sticking out the top so that you can pull the slice out easily!

Take your biscuits and mash them into relatively chunky crumbs. Do this with your food processor by pulsing a few times. Or do what I do and bash them with a rolling pin in a bag, which is excellent fun and terrifies neighbours and pets alike. You don’t want this to be too powdery.

Chop the butter into little squares. Heat the condensed milk and butter on a very low heat in a pan, stirring all the time, till the butter is melted and the condensed milk is relatively warm but not bubbly. This will burn like a motherfucker if you let it get too warm or allow it to settle, so beware. I guess you could use a microwave as well.

Use a wooden spoon to mix most of your crumbs, all your zest, and most of your milky stuff together in a bowl (we’re reserving some of the crumbs and milk in case our mixture needs more dry or wet). Give it a good mix and assess the crumbliness! It should be roughly the consistency of Anzac biscuit mix at this point. Add more biscuit or milk if it needs it. Taste a little to see if it is lemony enough! Then spoon it into the pan and pat it down in a nice, flat layer.

Put this in the fridge to chill, and then go do something else. I whiled away the time shooting dodgy mercenaries in Mass Effect 2, pew pew pew.

After about 60-90 minutes of chilling, it’s time to make the icing. Mix the butter, icing sugar and lemon juice together. Don’t melt the butter, just mix it in. Spread it on your chilled slice in a nice even layer, using your trusty spatula. Sprinkle a little more coconut on top. Chill for a couple more hours to set the icing.

To remove it from the pan, pull it up by the paper like I told you and slap it on a plate. Cut that bugger up and eat!

If you are going to take it into work on a 35ยบ day like I did, it would be prudent to put an ice pack in with it to keep it reasonably firm.

I am willing to guess that this is really good with limes, but I’ve never tried. You can also use candied lemon slices in a layer between the slice and icing, or on top, for EPIC TANG.

iSnack 2.0? Seriously?

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Here’s a fine example of crowdsourcing as barrel-scraping: that new unnamed Vegemite-and-cheese spread thingy is now known as iSnack 2.0,. It is neither funny nor original: trademarked already, oops!, not to mention a little iThing with Apple.

On the one hand, I find it really hard to believe that there wasn’t a better name in over 16,000 unique offerings. On the other, I wouldn’t be especially surprised. The average punter is exactly that: average. Brand management isn’t exactly something any dickhead off the street can do.

On the OTHER other hand, it’s probably just that Kraft’s marketing people find a tired old nerd joke about iThis and something-point-oh-that to be the pinnacle of edginess and hilarity.

I said “do you speaka my language?” She just smiled and gave me an iSnack 2.0 sandwich (jemapellekim)

Meh.

Paywalls and News

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Sure, I’m up for a whinge.

Fairfax and News announce they’ll charge for online content and the entire ecosystem of Douche 2.0s proceeds to crow happily about the death of “heritage” media, while updating their poorly designed, poorly edited, $2.50/month-on-Adsense blogs. Whoopee for “citizen journalism.”

Apparently there’s some interest in a two tier thing:

Fairfax was looking at a number of pay models, including offering readers two levels of access - free entry for a mass audience, with a charge for ”more upmarket, high quality data”.

Data, by which you mean… what? Upmarket, also?

Mr McCarthy said a two-level scheme could work for Fairfax’s new national online news, commentary and analysis site, nationaltimes.com.au, to be launched next month, initially free.

What’s “more upmarket?” Am I supposed to pay for looking at past reviews of bar and restaurant reviews? Do I get pop from The Vine for free, but then have to pay for the thoughtful relevance of the opinions and letters?

”We have a monetisation challenge,” said Mr McCarthy. ”We’re certainly getting the [online] traffic. We’re getting the advertising, but it’s not a user-paid model in terms of the reader.”

Point the first, here’s your monetisation challenge: How about I buy the Age in paper form, and ignore the ads there too?

Point the second, what happens if all the decent reporting is locked away behind paywalls? Are we going to be stuck with amateur “citizen journalists” repeating rumours they heard on Twitter?

Don’t whinge and say “well mainstream media sux too omg,” because a decent journo with a quality bullshit filter still beats some pimply-faced yoof’s two-minute brainfarts on YouTube any day of the week. And sure, there’s some good indie reporting going on, but it’s damn hard to find in amongst all the faffing about over whether Lady Gaga has a penis.

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