It struck me today that everything is broken. People are broken, software is broken, the process is broken, the hardware is broken and the buildings that house all these things are broken (you’ll pardon me if I keep the specifics to private conversation). This has always been the case but I’m slow and I am just seeing it now. Where once I would have pulled the legs of a few people in frustration at all this brokeness getting in my idealistic way I now realise that I have to triage the situation and start fixing things — even things that may be outside of what I’d consider my sphere of influence — that’s the only way people will be safe from me rampaging towards them with a maniacal need to tear their limbs off.
Take this site for an example, it’s broken. There is no classification, no sorting, no labelling, no way of finding things other than a string search. It’s very poor. There’s no clear way to navigate, there’s nothing to really tell you what’s going on, here’s no explanation, no justification, no calming words of introduction. And let’s not mention the broken author, nooo…
So I view things differently, I grow up. I’m not looking to find a perfect picture to settle into (and if I did wouldn’t that just make it imperfect?), I’m aspiring to create a perfect picture around me, all the while knowing that in this life I won’t ever make perfection but in aspiring I fulfil my role and am happy.
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More!? OK then, but I can't help feeling that this will be a disappointment to you.
I work as a web designer in Belfast, and I live by the sea in a shoe. You can see me here, doing my livejournal pose as idoru called it. If you need to you can email me at carisenda -at- gmail -dot- com.
I like the way your site is.
Thank you Nelly. There are improvements I could make though, if I had the time. :)