Here’s an article on UX and the future of the chatbot ‘interface’. https://www.fastcodesign.com/3054934/the-next-phase-of-ux-designing-chatbot-personalities An interesting perspective on how our role in UX may need to adapt for interface-less interactions As we embark into a world where everyone’s connected most of the time, being able to interact with all the technology that works to make our lives…
I don’t know how many of you are familiar with it as a concept or even as a term but Sketchnoting is a great way to visualise and capture thinking, making sense of things and planning projects, presentations or even plot lines. I’m not an expert by any means but wanted to share my experience…
Just an image that came to me when listening to Nightwish ‘Meadows of heaven’ and a poem that followed. Heartbreak cascaded through her, She saw it Black as night Was it just in her reflection? It was, she was sure, She wipes her eyes Frantic, afraid Her hands tremble As if her tears, tore through…
Clock ticking Pen scratching Mind racing All it takes for a moment A moment of clarity or beauty or both Write on…
A monologue, the free writing poetical ramblings of a writer struggling with their relationship with their words; the tools of their survival.
Words, words, words;
Escaping the definition of interpretation of the everyday, the mundane and the monotonous,
Trying to break the multi-syllabic montage of the necessity to understand
Without words, actions would have little meaning,
So how can actions speak louder than words?
Words, words, words;
Semantic scribbling a with semantic hypnosis.
A need to know and to interpret,
And a loathing in anticipation of our failure to success.
The loathing is only so because it's labelled this way,
The action which is t one loathed is only so because we are to fulfil this anthropomorphic scripture,
Which — once spoken — becomes a feeling or the need to feel.
If the written word is so powerful and the actions it defines, destroys and disembowelled, so terrible,
Then the spoken work seeks only to justify, to establish a balance and to nullify the impact.
It’s 3am & the silence is deafening, I long for daybreak to steady the tempest, Until then I have music to soothe my mind The lyrics that resinate and take hold of your heart, The dreams that help to keep your fears and hopes apart It’s 3am & the silence is closing in, I look…
The syllables cascade through my senses, As my tongue shapes the semantics of words, Words I’ll never say, Words; ineffective Insufficient & verbose Falling into deafness Faded & weak Then a jolt; Sound returns Overwhelmingly Free again
A soliloquy written for puck; her love for oberon. Excerpt From an original play: 'Cubed'
A soliloquy showing Puck's love for Oberon. From an original play: 'Cubed'
Our love is as a melody; once magical – now mundane.
If he could simply take his time to listen, truly listen to the words with his heart he should find what he fell for, what enchanted him about our song.
He loves me not, but my heart holds me to his will at least a while longer. I cannot work my charms upon him, he is immune to such trickery, and I could not live with myself, nor not with him neither if he were not to be authentic in his love.
Oberon explains his influence over 3 catalytic characters from some of Shakespeare's plays. An excerpt from an original play: 'Cubed'
Prologue; Oberon's lament
Look thou there, what dost thou see?
A Man, a Monster, a Wizard? Or a Whisp?
But in the blink of an eye, it could all be missed.
1…2…3. 1 – 2 – 3!
I beg of you all a spell, a moment in time;
And I’ll break your schemic rhythm of rhyme.
Wilt thou not listen and but observe a short while.
Ask I not for forgiveness, ‘tis indeed not my trial.
Nor not to forget, not a smile, not a tear,
Nor to learn more of me than you see here.
I mean only to take you on a journey. Wilt thou tarry?
Even in rags, ‘tis some fortune I carry.
Lend me your ears and we will transcend time,
Now to my story, I am done with this rhyme.
I was once a king – A King, a lover and husband and a good man.
Yet – you seem to trust me not – No matter. All will transpire with time.
I pray you, embrace my tale if only with a lighthearted eye.