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Intentional friction in design: how the cult of seamless hurts us

I’m designing to make things harder. An introduction

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I never call myself an aspiring anything on account of this tweet:

Tweet by Jasmyn Lawson @JasmynBeKnowing: “The other night at a party some girl asked me if I was a writer. I said an aspiring one, she said there’s probably a white man somewhere who had done less work than me calling himself a writer, so I’m a writer. I received that message loud and clear.”

But in this case, it may be correct to say I am an aspiring Master of Interaction Design. My journey at the Estonian Academy of Arts is almost at an end (74 days until MA defence!), which feels bittersweet; although a new life awaits, I will miss going to school very much. It’d been my lifelong dream to go to the Academy of Arts, something I’d romanticised heavily, and of course, it was not like I had imagined, but it was great in other ways. I think now that all my curriculum-related courses are over (and only fun electives and thesis writing remain), a little reflection is called for — and it is scheduled. But first, this.

I’m a huge fan of writing to learn, as I think it’s the best way to deeply understand. I am facing a problem with my thesis: it is growing longer and longer, and my head is getting messier and messier. So here I am, shouting into the void, hoping for-what? I don’t know yet. Surely, I could just write this all into a document on my laptop and that would work just as well. But there is something else, something that makes me want to put this into the world.

This pub is a record of my MA writing process, and after that, I hope to continue exploring the topic of design friction, in whatever way. The following is an introduction and explanation of what and why I am writing.

@whimsifae on tumblr: the most fun a girl can have is finding parallels, noticing patterns, making connections, contemplating. @miss-nerd-alert response: “It’s always Sunny in Philadelphia” screengrab of insane-looking man in front of a board with many papers and red lines for connections with the caption “A girl having the time of her life”

The cult of seamless design

I’m in bed, on my phone, my wrist is cramping up. The clock turns 22:13. OK, I will scroll until 22:30. Whoops, it’s 22:31. I’ll do until 23:00. Damn, missed it. Okay, I have until midnight. Oh no, it’s…

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