Technology appeals to us most where we are most vulnerable
Three walks in Palma de Mallorca
If you’re looking for a hiking destination in Europe, go no further than the Tramuntana mountain range in Mallorca. The Germans have discovered Palma, but only a few were wandering around on the “backbone” of the island last weekend. The walking was quiet and the landscape stunning.
Day 1: Sa Dragonera, an dragon shaped island over run with tiny dragon shaped lizards, accessible by the Sant Elm ferry. From the top you can peer over the edge of the north facing cliffs and contemplate your fall.
Day 2: Long Route 221 from Soller to l’Ofre (thanks to a tip from some friendly Norwegians). Beginning in Soller, a small town ringed by mountians, you take an old cobblestone path north through orange and lemon groves eventually coming to the even smaller town of Biniaraix. From Biniaraix begins the climb up steep terraced mountainsides. The orange groves give way to olive groves and the occasional goat as the path crisscrosses mountain streams and waterfalls. From the summit you can see 360 degrees of mountains and ocean.
Day 3: Sant Elm to the Le Trappe monastery. How the monks got there with their tools I’m not sure, but it was not by way of cliff scrambling from Sant Elm. From the monastery you can look back at Dragonera.
History is that certainty produced at the point where the imperfections of memory meet the inadequacies of documentation.
We launched Amen’s second app today. It’s called ‘Thanks’ as in, Thanks for the best advice.
But when I say the blunt truth is that men run the world, people say, ‘Really?’ That, to me, is the problem.
There’s a lot of consuming and devouring and eating in Maurice’s books. And I think that when people play with kids, there’s a lot of fake ferocity and threats of, you know, devouring, because love is so enormous, the only thing you can think of doing is swallowing the person that you love entirely.
An increasingly mechanistic, fragmented, decontextualised world, marked by unwarranted optimism mixed with paranoia and a feeling of emptiness, has come about, reﬂecting, I believe, the unopposed action of a dysfunctional left [brain] hemisphere.
In the early 1950s, the Betty Crocker Company introduced a cake mix so that people could readily make excellent tasting cakes at home. No muss, no fuss: just add water, mix, and bake. The product failed. “The cake mix was a little too simple. The consumer felt no sense of accomplishment, no involvement with the product. It made her feel useless.” Betty Crocker solved the problem by requiring the cook to add an egg to the mix, thereby putting pride back into the activity. Adding the egg gave the act of baking a sense of accomplishment, whereas just mixing water into the cake mix seemed too little, too artificial.
Donald A. Norman, Emotional Design: Why We Love (or Hate) Everyday Things
We are such sensitive creatures.