Less data leads to lower quality user experience. There’s no consistency or continuity between different apps and environments. Every time I create a new profile or download a new app I feel like I’m starting all over again. At first I’m reduced to a stereotype who needs to sign in to see irrelevant content or meaningless ads. Fragmented data and inconsistent algorithms provide noise instead of signal.
My interfaces to information are not optimized for me.
I’m inspired by the thought that I should benefit from all of my tags, comments, likes, and reviews across different apps and services. I should be able to continuously contribute in creating a better personal interface to the information around me. I want all of my data to be brought together into my own personal interface.
Before solving the “Big Data” we should figure out the “small” personal part. Algorithms alone can’t make me whole. Different services need my continuous contribution to understand who I really am and what I want. And I believe that apps and services that openly share their data to provide me a better user experience are not far off.
Before being a theory aesthetics is an action, the action of undeterred insistence in refurnishing becoming.
Before being a theory aesthetics requires the necessary non-act of disclosing a shape of silence in and around minds, in and around things.
Before being a theory aesthetics is an inter-action, the empathic weaving of threads across the frontier between visible and invisible, the ephemeral mind of beyond born of encounter.
Thus before being a theory Aesthetics is possibly about the apex of our action as humans.
Aesthetics is the verb of curating becoming.
Network vibrations 2 (Taken with Cinemagram)
“The Qualia of my tongue” (3) by J.D Doria 2012
Organic Memory of the Future (2) by J.D Doria 2012
You did not forsake
my eyes in lake
The wider circles
in line footsteps only hide and seek
the cleansing of the white dress no longer stained
the line my left hand holds
a map of the Garden in new Bloom
cast away my cocoon moon
I ground my feet and sit below
a Tree of…