Rad! Not Sad :( is a spectrum of assorted radicality, found inspiration, and pleasurable tones curated by Chris Kalima, a partner at the Honolulu-based design studio Airspace Workshop.

Chris can be reached via email at chris [at] radnotsad [dot] com. Bursts of immediacy are available via Twitter @radnotsad. Be rad to one another.
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If I’d listened to customers, I’d have given them a faster horse.
But the dreamers of day are dangerous men. That they may act their dreams with open eyes to make it possible.
T. E. Lawrence via 52 Weeks of UX
Anything you dream is fiction, and anything you accomplish is science, the whole history of mankind is nothing but science fiction.
Ray Bradbury
And when there is always time for everything, there is no urgency for anything.
Happy Ending by Todd May
What information consumes is rather obvious: it consumes the attention of its recipients. Hence a wealth of information creates a poverty of attention.
Herbert Simon wrote this in 1971.
Abundant information wants to be free. Scarce information wants to be expensive.
But what happens to man’s desires when there is plenty of bread and when his belly is chronically filled?
Don’t get caught with one small card with the count above 21. You may be trapped into a run.
DeLynn Colvert on Defensive Pegging. Gettin’ my cribbage knowledge on!
Don’t change Moloka’i, let Moloka’i change you.

Caught this bit of wisdom on the way into work this morning. Got me thinking about change, and how it’s often perceived as an outward transformation rather than an inward one. We frequently wish to change the things surrounding us, but are reluctant to change ourselves.

I also saw another bumper sticker that read “Tell your tits to stop staring at my eyes.” Quite the commute.