Applikacionizam

Svi žele da instaliram njihove applikacije: IKEA, Amazon, Migros, Figaro. “Je bolje u applikacii” — kažu.

Better in the app

Разумјем, за што продуценти то желе — они анализирају моје понашање у мрежи, они добивају контролу мојег трафика, они добивају прилику да отпремају ми узнемирујуће мангупске нотификације у два сата уноћи, але најприје свакe стварa они вежу ме до себе.

Ale što s toga dobivam ja? Ništa. Udobnost? Ne — u svakoj applikacji je svoja vlastita navigacija i interface. Brzinu? Ne — ona taka sama što i u browseru. Što još? A ništa ja ne dobivam s applikacijama. 95% applikacije — to su mali internet-browseri ograničani samo jednim resursom. 100% njihovih “posebnih prilika” — ja ih mogu lako imati sa savremenom browserom na savremenom smartfonu ili desktopu, gdje ja radim što hoću i kako hoću. Dosta imati Safari/Chrome/Opera. 

Uber, GPS, VLC, WhatsApp — то jе нешто друго, што се не може радити без засебне аппликациjе, але инсталирати примитивну аппликацију Figaro да читам текст који слободно могу да читам на figaro.fr с моjим обичним браузером — то је пуни идиотизам.

Her Majesty the Speed

«  Stopped by a policeman for exceeding the speed limit, Moshe Dayan says with a wry smile: “I have only one eye. What do you want me to watch: the speedometer or the road?” »

I used to be a good driver

A good driver is an attentive driver. A driver who is watching out, at all times. And I used to be one of those good drivers. My cornerstone principle was 360°×100%: watch the road, monitor the situation around my car every second, anticipate bad surprises and leave enough room for correcting my and others’ mistakes. I was always adjusting my speed according to the real-time circumstances, not theoretical prescriptions invented in a ministry.

My first ±18 years of driving in the 360°×100% mode proved efficient and safe. I never looked at my speedometer during these 18 years, I was watching the road instead. I could be probably driving 32 km/h instead of the allowed 50 in a street of Namur if I deemed 32 the adequate safe speed. I could be probably driving 134 km/h instead of the allowed 120 when I was alone on the illuminated motorway in the middle of the Ardennes — maybe yes, maybe no, I don’t know. I never ever diverted my attention away from the road. As a result, during these 18 years of road-focused driving I have never had any radar flash, any fine, any warning, any problem in any country on any type of road — it means that my speed was always adequate, just naturally.

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Email vs. Instant Messaging: the battle

Email, a technology that was the first to genuinely unite the world, is living difficult times under the pressure from instant messengers (IM). Let’s compare them. 0️⃣:0️⃣. C’est parti.

Speed

Both IMs and email are rapid, both are instant: IMs arrive in deciseconds, emails arrive in seconds, that’s insignificant in real life.

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Il lusso di essere libero

Il mio istruttore di tennis, un trentenne francese, non ha uno smartphone. Del tutto. È una scelta intenzionale. Passa tutta la giornata nel club e, si pensa, dovrebbe averne uno (fissare un appuntamento su iCal, ricevere un messaggio su WhatsApp da un’allievo in ritardo, leggere notizie al pranzo, prendere e condividere una foto,..), ma non ce l’ha. Resta raggiungibile con il suo cellulare semplice per chiamate e SMS — che altro? A casa ha e-mail e internet, ma fuori no, solo un cellulare bi base.
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Anche non è presente sulle reti sociali, da nessuna parte. Invece, vive la vera vita e apparentemente la gode interamente: comunica con la gente in modo reale, prova vere emozioni umane e non si lamenta.

Si direbbe: con un lavoro socio-centrico per eccellenza è naturale per lui essere online. Ma no. Va perfettamente bene senza. La persona è libera dai “likes” e dalla pressione sociale. Confermo con molto rispetto: essere giovane e vivere nel mondo reale è ancora possibile nel 2017.

Nog een (onverwachte) supporter meer


Mijn dochter is onverwachts een supporter geworden. Ze kent geen enkele speler en ook geen spelregels. Ze heeft geen match in haar leven gezien. Thuis spreken we nooit over voetbal. Maar ze heeft op haar eigen initiatief een Belgische vlag op haar balkon aangebonden en ze volgt de uitkomsten van de Rode Duivels op internet, de dag na de match, alsof het voetbal een soort kansspel was.