Phone Bad
I’m working on a project in new software, and I don’t understand how it works. It’s fascinating to discover stumbling blocks, pick them up, turn them around and toss them over your shoulder, only to stub your toe on the very next step. The toe-stubbings get further and further apart the more familiar you are with a craft or a software or a system, but towards the beginning it feels like every step.
Some systems and softwares have reliable ways of informing you of how you’re messing up. If your wood plane is not tuned properly it will bite too hard or not enough. The answer then is to reveal less or more blade, depending on what’s going on.
When something is wrong with software, it just doesn’t work. I’m too far from the machine to understand why.
When I was studying multi media I would laugh at the hypothetical idea of a painter working on their final the night before critique only to make one mis-stroke, turning the entire canvas black. Unable to fin the errant stroke, they had nothing to show.
This was the case for several of my classmates. A missing bracket or a capital letter meant their canvas was a black mirror.
The Industrial Revolution and its consequences have been a disaster for the human race.