Scénariste/conceptrice
Un site Web qui change automatiquement la taille de notre fureteur dès qu’on y accède, c’est comme un invité qui rentre dans notre maison, ouvre la porte du réfrigérateur et commence à réorganiser le placement de notre bouffe.
C’est chiant.
Pis ça se fait pas.
(Oui je sais, y’a des façons de prévenir le problème, mais un peu d’évangélisme auprès des designers ne peut pas faire de tort.)
Un chat. Un coyote. Un chiot.
Une femme qui les regarde vivre ensemble avec fascination.
Jolie histoire. Et ça fera bientôt l’objet d’un livre.
Je prends désormais ma dose quotidienne de Daily Coyote.
« So has the experience affected your philosophy of life? » he said. « That’s not the right way to put it. What I mean is, has it changed what you believe in? »
He didn’t say any of this in an ironic tone. He wanted to know.
« I think I just believe more intensely in the things I believed in the first place. »
« For example? »
« That there is no God, and that the universe doesn’t give a flying fuck about us. That’s probably it. »
« And does that imply a code of behavior? The universe doesn’t give a flying fuck about us, and therefore…? »
Ralph was a friend who asked the second question. She thought that this might be one of the definitions of true friendship. If you have a friend who pays enough attention to you to ask the right question, you’re lucky; if you have a friend who listens to the answer, thinks some more, and asks the second question, then you’re blessed.
« There is no therefore that I can find. No universal therefore. I still believe the same things I always believed, but it’s a choice. Life doesn’t care about us, everyone gets pulverized sooner or later, and therefore we should take care of each other. But I believe that because I choose to believe that. If it’s a therefore, it’s just a personal therefore. »
From Breakable You, by Brian Morton.