if you ask me, life is good, life is ok, but i feel an unmistakable sadness. i forget the reasons why i love designing. that lovely world of mine has disappeared, replaced by a commercially driven group of people who do what they do because it is what it is. there is no larger purpose, no real sense of questioning. and i'm afraid that maybe that is reality, and i've become just like that. on friday, i read an interview with karim rashid who said, design is about redefining objects by 'communicating value and meaning'...(we) want to develop forms that are 'informed by broader cultural, social and political issues', to 'develop a more original human experience'. yes. where have that gone to? people, in general, it seems, stop believing, stop thinking, stop caring about the human experience and whether the things they do can sufficiently answer those questions.
