This is Monaco’s flag. It’s identical, except for in proportions, to Indonesia’s:
But Monaco has an alternative flag and pattern (mostly used on license plates), which reminds of their moneymaker the Casino, which would make Monaco instantly recognisable anywhere on Earth:
Monaco, why not make the latter the official flag?
Lines on a circle-shaped square point to where the landmarks are. This kind of navigation is perfect for a lovely medieval village like Dolceacqua: it’s useful yet unintrusive.
Up close:
The Pigna Library happens to host events. There is a dedicated events block to get the readers to know about them.
When it came time to expand the “add” page beyond books, Ilya and I decided to kill the interface altogether.
To add an event, the librarian just writes what the event is. As for the plus sign, it got a beautiful frame to be on par with its friends—books.
See also: The interface is evil
Bad: levers
Bad: buttons that are located in a weird place
Bad: buttons that make fingers bleed
Good: those that aren’t any of the above
Excellent: those that remember that you pressed them
And obviously all buttons should be responsive to touches in gloves. There should be no buttons on trains that only go through a closed space.
AliExpress: Alibaba Express
Amtrak: American track
Gerrymandering: Gerry salamandering
Grade A Under A: Grade A. Underachiever
H B O: Home Box Office
H Q: Hype Quiz
Instagram: Instant telegram
Pac-Man: Program and control Man
PCalc: Programmer’s calculator
Pixelmator: Pixel + mater (to mate)
Qualcomm: Quality communications
Skype: Sky peer-to-peer → Skyper → Skype
Tanzania: Tanganyika & Zanzibar
Uniqlo: Unique clothing
Velcro: Velours crochet
Verizon: Veritas horizon
Walmart: Walton-mart
Yandex: Yet another indexer
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The more you know.
Music on hold sucks. I am interested in reading an article or watching a video, but instead I have to pay attention to when the music ends and the operator starting babbling.
The best system would be a nice sound (like Nice’s tram’s, no pun intended) every thirty seconds or so to let me know the phone system didn’t break and that I’m still in the queue.
I’m going to be in Genoa from June 27 to June 28, and perhaps a couple of other days in July.
The rest of the time I will be in-between Sanremo, France, Turin, and Bologna.
If you wanna meet, send me an email.
There is a strange job out there: the florist. Its definition is “a person that arranges and sells cut flowers”. The latter part is okay, but in this case florists would be flower vendors.
The only reason why florists have kept their jobs and not become artists is symbolisms. Apparently different combinations convey different meanings, so florists need to make sure I won’t offend the person I’m giving the flowers to. But the only people who know these meanings are, well, florists. Madness.
Florists should just make beautiful flower combinations, therefore becoming artists.
Facebook or any feed with an algorithm is a manipulator that only shows what is in its interests. The best way to find out the truth is to read the primary source. That’s why I read press releases, watch Eurovision without commentary, find out about metro breakdowns from the metro’s Twitter.
If I need some extra information to better understand something, I google it (yes, Google is also biased, but nevertheless).
R S S is the best way to subscribe to anything, as it is a technology and not a product. Hint hint click click.
While you’re in line, you might as well be choosing what ice cream to enjoy. Usually this ends with the favourite one being taken by the person in front. Instead of wasting time asking about what ice cream flavours are in stock after the moment of sorrow, you see them in advance:
And it’s extremely easy to take a certain flavour off the menu for the ice cream seller.
The only way to further improve this is to put the price up top, let go of the decorations, and stop repeating the words “ice cream”.
