What is a “Hatfro”? It’s what happens when 90’s video game graphics are so ambiguous that it can’t decide if something is hair or head-wear. It’s only a small part of this SC Streamcast, but a point worth clearing up. Having said that, what exactly is an SC Streamcast anyway? With this being only our second episode, I’m not entirely sure that we know ourselves. In many ways, and with my hand on my heart, it’s a whim; a half-baked idea that I’m playing around with. While its off-the-cuff nature is undeniable, there is some consideration behind its format. Streams, as delightful and interesting as they can be, are quite exclusive in their scope and focus.… [continue reading]
I’m 23, have written for major tech publications, and will freely admit that I find Snapchat’s design confusing. It took me ages to figure it out.
The thing is, the interface is not confusing because it’s illogical or random. It’s not badly designed at all. The weird thing is that it makes total sense. It’s just that we’ve grown to expect UIs to behave in a certain way.
We think in a hierarchical way thanks to every OS we’ve ever used: windows within windows, x’ing down the layers.
And that’s not how Snapchat works:
Its main menu is flat, like a deconstructed cardboard cube.… [continue reading]
Some of us may not discuss it, but we all do it; to some extent. Hatewatching is an odd phenomena that seems to be an offshoot of general rubbernecking. More than the human thrill of seeing a metaphorical train-wreck, a good hatewatch can be delicious in its provocation. After all, anger and hatred are powerful emotions. If you consider emotions of similar strength to be one of the main thrusts of art, as I do, then it’s certainly a viable avenue to explore. As sentient beings, it’s natural for us to want to discover our feelings. This manifests itself in numerous ways. … [continue reading]
You’re inside a screen, deep into the digital sprawl. Sitting on the grass outside Kakariko Village, looking over the Corel Desert backdropped with a silhouette of the Boletarian Palace.
“You can’t imagine all the things I’ve been”, says theoretical pixel.
At the sky’s apex, it shifts from day to perpetual night.
“In my infinite parallel forms, I’m everything from the dirt you’re sitting on to a fleck of skull dust in the catacombs. I’ve lived a billion lifetimes over the past decade, and had my form thoughtfully crafted into tens of thousands of deep universes. The corona of an alien sun.… [continue reading]
When we think of Mogwai, at one point the undisputed champions of post-rock, we usually think of their impressive debut, Young Team, or their extensive work on soundtracks (such as Zidane: A 21st Century Portrait and Les Revenants). However, Mogwai have quite a number of releases under their belt – many of which are tragically underrated. One of these is the individual track, My Father My King; a twenty minute long belter released on its lonesome in 2001. Presumably left off any official album for its length and singularity, it’s found a niche for itself as one of those fandom gems that really deserves a little more attention.… [continue reading]