Stuck in menu overload, swamped by unwanted advertising, frustrated by not understanding the command structure, terminology or gesture needed to get a device to sit up and pay attention to your intention? Welcome to the areas of UX interstitial space. UX interstitial space is the blend of psychological, logical and linear combined with emotional and intuitive intention on the one (human) side and the binary, designed, and engineered side on the other (device) side. Too frequently these don't mesh easily, resulting in an angry experience and all too frequently 'abandonment'; the term for when a person just gives up in frustration and does something else.
UX Part I: Wicked Problem We are at a crossroads in the design of User Experience (UX) today: A wicked problem is a problem that is difficult or impossible to solve because of incomplete, contradictory, and changing requirements that are often difficult to recognize. The use of term "wicked" here has come to denote resistance to resolution, rather than... Continue Reading →
Archetypes in Action: How Historical Reference Fills Day-To-Day Consciousness (+ Unconscious Decision-Making) The day-to-day landscape of commercial brands fulfills basic human needs of relatedness and connectivity to community. Today’s commercial landscape (both online and off) represents an ‘apologia’ of sorts to various commercial restraints in the aid of collective community. Let me be clear: our social... Continue Reading →
Corporations and individuals may all benefit from conscious awareness of branding. My own personal brand is based on that of the jocular Knight, riding to the rescue, full of good humor and mirth, even while his mission is one of gravest importance (in fairy tale terms, rescuing the Princess in Peril). Aladdin, Prince Charming and Prometheus are my prototypes. Knowing this, it is easier for others to understand my peripatetic path, ‘riding to the rescue’ in a variety of contracts and positions over a period of decades without really settling myself down, as I seek the kingdom of my dreams. Like the Knight of olden days I have frequently been content to rest my brow in nature’s field or forest, at home anywhere, so long as I am ready at a moment’s notice to leap astride my trusty steed and dash my precious cargo safely across raging torrents.