Edits Quarterly is not only a good e-zine* about film and photography. It has probably the best webdesign I’ve ever seen. Period. (Hat tip to Wired Webmonkey — it seems the same authors launched an e-zine about baseball.)

* Do people still make these anymore? This is so 1990s!

Lifestreaming, endless tweaking

If you are a frequent visitor to my website or subscribe to its RSS feeds you'll notice that my weblog / lifestream / whatever you call these things these days is now, ahem, polluted with my tweets. Consider this a feeble attempt at making my website seem fresh with updated... stuff, rather than an alternate style for my Tumblr with the limited-edition extra pictures thrown in.

Anyway, this is a positive change. I'll be extra motivated to post proper blog stuff in order to prevent tweets from overrunning the place and making my website's homepage look like a rather ugly list of short and poorly formatted text entries that will make it even harder to convince anyone there is really interesting stuff lying underneath, accessible through the menu (really, there is! you should try it someday). And also, the list-of-tweets' essential ugliness presents a really interesting design problem, many horrible solutions to be considered and discarded: should I replace those Twitter logo bullet points with tiny thumbnails of my Twitter profile picture? Should I make tweet lists collapsible? Should I present users unrelated random images of kitty cats in order to make the homepage look, if not better, at least cuter?

Expect some bad design ideas to be tried out. Meanwhile, enjoy — there's interesting stuff here, I promise.

It is amazing what you can accomplish if you do not care who gets the credit.

Harry Truman, a United States president, said that. Now it seems everybody is after getting credit, patents, intellectual property: such greed, not ‘fiscal insolvency’ will be the undoing of Western civilization, much like the authoritarian fear of photocopiers left Soviet science irreversibly behind and was one of the factors leading to its demise. (Rules for my Unborn Son gets the credit)