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Yesterday.

Yesterday was pretty alright…

Had a celebratory breakfast at the gorge, a local cafe that looks like the inside of a stomach and does the biggest, cheapest portions I’ve ever seen (apart from maybe that dodgy chip shop on brick lane where almost anything is 90p). Made the most of my last day with a student discount. Took a long bath in excellent company. Finally watched Ironman 3 at the cinima. Turned on my Phone to a barrage of text messages. Watched web pages load agonisingly slowly on Jons phone. Got a first. Watched Star trek into darkness with 3 of my favourite people. Got home to find one of my lovely flat mates had brought home a bunch of gorgeous cloths, unwanted by other art students, to sell for almost no money. Then I got to sleep in an actual real life bed for the first time in bloody weeks (Pre-deadlines I sleep with my work on the sofa to minimise time not working and disturbing Jons sleep) AND it came with free cuddles… 

… it was a perfectly adequate day.

final eye tracking set up. Mega thanks to Sir Neil Arnold I, super best buddy and animator I know.

Final eye tracking calibration.

The idea is to align these crop marks with a corresponding dusky pink one controlled by eye tracking software to help it calibrate your position to the screen and improve accuracy… and at the end you unlock the 1 with a / and enter the site.

sometimes thinking on the walls makes getting out the door a little tricky…

sometimes thinking on the walls makes getting out the door a little tricky…

Mini-Microwave-Pizza Food Review

Tastes like that deadline time of year again.

The sweet flavoursome mix between rapidly draining confidence, sleep deprivation and premature death via corenry heart disease… all on a soggy slightly undercooked deep-dish crust.

… surprisingly comforting, 3 stars.

What you are reading is not what I am writing.

Engaging with any information is a collaborative event and an act of authorship on the part of the reader. As you take in any data it is filtered through your unique perception and subtly changed to create your own personal understanding. It becomes something new to which you have contributed.

Should you pass this information on again, it will be re-flitered through the limitations of language, the medium of communication and the context with in which it is delivered before it even reaches another perception to create new understanding. We live in a world of Chinese whispers, filtered and embellished by our information delivery systems and the compilation of experiences, ideas and understandings that make up those that feed them. 

Think back to an example of your own personal understanding of the conflict between intention and perception. Everyone has one (if you recon you don’t you must be a damn telepath… and good for you! That’s super kewl, we should hang out sometime). Someone hearing something other than what you had hoped to be saying and you’re court in that moment of realisation. You don’t quite feel like you can trust your words not to make it worse any more and find yourself tripping over your nervous tongue crippled by the unexpected hurt or anger in your recipients eyes. Saying “that sounded wrong” or “that’s not what I meant” seems trite and insincere in your panic…

Because of that moment, no one understands what I mean quite the way you do, and in its way that’s kind of beautiful. 

Interface interaction primary research findings.

Interface interaction primary research findings.

lose my mind every deadline without fail.

lose my mind every deadline without fail.

Yesterday.

Yesterday was pretty alright…

Had a celebratory breakfast at the gorge, a local cafe that looks like the inside of a stomach and does the biggest, cheapest portions I’ve ever seen (apart from maybe that dodgy chip shop on brick lane where almost anything is 90p). Made the most of my last day with a student discount. Took a long bath in excellent company. Finally watched Ironman 3 at the cinima. Turned on my Phone to a barrage of text messages. Watched web pages load agonisingly slowly on Jons phone. Got a first. Watched Star trek into darkness with 3 of my favourite people. Got home to find one of my lovely flat mates had brought home a bunch of gorgeous cloths, unwanted by other art students, to sell for almost no money. Then I got to sleep in an actual real life bed for the first time in bloody weeks (Pre-deadlines I sleep with my work on the sofa to minimise time not working and disturbing Jons sleep) AND it came with free cuddles… 

… it was a perfectly adequate day.

final eye tracking set up. Mega thanks to Sir Neil Arnold I, super best buddy and animator I know.

Final eye tracking calibration.

The idea is to align these crop marks with a corresponding dusky pink one controlled by eye tracking software to help it calibrate your position to the screen and improve accuracy… and at the end you unlock the 1 with a / and enter the site.

sometimes thinking on the walls makes getting out the door a little tricky…

sometimes thinking on the walls makes getting out the door a little tricky…

Mini-Microwave-Pizza Food Review

Tastes like that deadline time of year again.

The sweet flavoursome mix between rapidly draining confidence, sleep deprivation and premature death via corenry heart disease… all on a soggy slightly undercooked deep-dish crust.

… surprisingly comforting, 3 stars.

What you are reading is not what I am writing.

Engaging with any information is a collaborative event and an act of authorship on the part of the reader. As you take in any data it is filtered through your unique perception and subtly changed to create your own personal understanding. It becomes something new to which you have contributed.

Should you pass this information on again, it will be re-flitered through the limitations of language, the medium of communication and the context with in which it is delivered before it even reaches another perception to create new understanding. We live in a world of Chinese whispers, filtered and embellished by our information delivery systems and the compilation of experiences, ideas and understandings that make up those that feed them. 

Think back to an example of your own personal understanding of the conflict between intention and perception. Everyone has one (if you recon you don’t you must be a damn telepath… and good for you! That’s super kewl, we should hang out sometime). Someone hearing something other than what you had hoped to be saying and you’re court in that moment of realisation. You don’t quite feel like you can trust your words not to make it worse any more and find yourself tripping over your nervous tongue crippled by the unexpected hurt or anger in your recipients eyes. Saying “that sounded wrong” or “that’s not what I meant” seems trite and insincere in your panic…

Because of that moment, no one understands what I mean quite the way you do, and in its way that’s kind of beautiful. 

Interface interaction primary research findings.

Interface interaction primary research findings.

lose my mind every deadline without fail.

lose my mind every deadline without fail.

Yesterday.
Mini-Microwave-Pizza Food Review
What you are reading is not what I am writing.

About:

I am 24 and female embarking on the third year of my degree in design communication (doing alright-ish) and engaging in some light sugar-craft from time to time.

I like to make things, so that is what I do... hope you enjoy :)

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