I believe (or like to think) that web-app makers are the new rock stars. If so, I probably need to have my list of influences at the ready:
# Ivan Sutherland‘s technology and courage.
# Google’s “organize the world’s information and make it universally accessible and useful.”
# Ben Shneiderman‘s direct manipulation.
# Edward Tufte’s revelation of the complex.
# Jef Raskin‘s modelessness, monotonousness, and app-lessness.
# Doug Engelbart’s human-intellect augmentation.
# Steven Johnson‘s interface design as the art form of the century.
# Jaron Lanier’s post-symbolic communication.
I’m a bright: I believe in the natural world. I disbelieve of the supernatural.
I believe religion to be dangerous and stupid. I consider being religious a character flaw.
I’m a format freak. I can hardly resist trying to spruce up a document, any document, with format. Even when I wrote formal math proofs during college I went to ridiculous lengths to make things visually clear and neat. I see format through interface design glasses rather than graphic design ones.
I like design in all forms but my thing is interface design.
I like spinning. I do one hour early in the morning every day.
I like yoga but sans the crap. I stopped practicing because I haven’t found local sans-crap yoga.
I admire doctors. My sister is one. I admire my sister.