Problems are solved after misfortunes happen, therefore big change happens after big tragedies. This is sad, but that’s how the world rolls.
When in a queue, instead of playing useless games, I complete microtasks. I have many notes full of tiny tasks, each one taking at most a minute to complete. I can’t stand wasting time.
Why do Chinese copycats trying to pretend they have the real thing always fail so badly? Why do they make it so obvious that what they’re selling is fake despite pretending it’s genuine? To make sure their friends don’t get scammed?
Most hotels give customers door tags with “Do not disturb” written on them. I don’t understand why. It’s obvious that no person ever wants to be ever disturbed. If you think that it’s something about cleaning the room, it isn’t: hotels give out these tags even when you’re staying for one night.
Plus, in hotels with actual keys, you give them to the reception when leaving. So they know when you’re gone. In those with plastic cards, the hotel knows I’m in my room as soon I as open the door.
I am in one of these today, and there’s a button instead of a tag. The button works only when I have my card inside the slot (I tried the business card approach; everything works only when the card is in there), so I got a second card. And as soon as I come back from outside DND is deactivated so I have to press the button once more. This button would be super useful if it would physically block the door from being opened by hotel staff or anybody else with the key, but it just shines a barely noticeable LED.
P. S. Does the Ritz Carlton do this?
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.
I really like days the last digit of which matches up with the day of the week. For instance, March 11 is Monday. This eliminates the necessity to remember what day it is.
Although this pleasure ends a week later :-(
From June to December 31, 2017, I had an experiment going on, internet-free Sundays. It worked just like it sounds. I noticed that the internet is not unhealthy nor bad, but overwhelming. There were a lot of things I procrastinated on to enjoy the web.
I have a similar sensation now, so I’m starting it again.
This is similar to why I don’t read the news: everything important will get to me one way or another.
Bad: hangers. I have to insert the hanger between the sleeves only to have my coat fall when I suspend the hanger on the rail.
Good: hooks. I just hang the loop.
2018 was a good year. Less dramatic and eventful than 2017, but more fundamental for my future. I became a designer, mostly thanks to Bureau Gorbunov Designer School. I earned my first proper money and got my first actual job. I started sharing my thoughts more openly and learned a new language. I learned how to code, interact with people, and read 481 books. I became Booksearcher’s secret advisor and finally spent a summer in Italy. Oh, and albeit I started playing guitar in 2016, this year was the first one when I started doing so seriously.
Most things that happened in 2018—like the Hawaii false missile threat—make me think “This was 2018?!”: that’s how long this year was.
I see what I want 2019 to be like, and I’m ready to make it happen. Happy New Year!