Remember when new inventions displayed a charming disregard for user experience? Check out this bicycle. It’s called a velocipede, and Nicéphore Niépce, its inventor, could not have cared less if you fell off. Only recently have we been so coddled by things like the ‘friendly user interface.’ Let’s pretend for a moment that Steve Jobs never existed—our tantrums about the best place for our thumbs would never have been tolerated. Illustrator Aidan Koch has conjured an eReader straight from the minds of geniuses who don’t give a fig for your comfort or convenience. Unlike Google’s bonkers (and inevitable) augmented reality glasses, these would simply superimpose Tolstoy onto a Dr. Zizmor advertisement, giving all New Yorkers a skin condition. Keep your eyes open, however, for two more this month.
A: The smell of blood was in the air, and there were lots of people crying…
B: It’s an issue for sure…
A: I was forced to yell. The world cannot just allow this to happen. I had no other weapon to resort to, no other means to resort to, but to speak publicly and get attention that way.
B: You, sir, were not even truthy.
For her, I have been silent in pain—for her I have labored, and wept; for her, I have died, for my heart is dead within me.
One major obstacle prevents me from diagramming my favorite tweets so as to admire their structure: I don’t know what to do with the hashtags. How do I begin to approach, for example, the unsubtle irony of “#RIPNelsonMandela shawshank redemptionis my favourite movie”?