I'm working on a project for a health device, and we're doing user testing this week. I just found out that the hypothetical patient name I've been using in my wireframes -- Joseph Smith -- turns out to be the founder of the Mormon church. And, to make it even better, guess where the user testing is happening? That's right... in Salt Lake City, Utah!
I love my new iPhone. Since I spend so much time on my computer at home, it's comforting to have a little computer to carry with me that can do some of the same things the big computer does.
I hate the whole iPhone setup and sync experience. It's completely mystifying. Where's the big "SYNC" button? Why is the App Store so ridiculously hard to use? Why does Apple think they can just ignore some basic rules of user interface design, like appropriate status feedback? (Given their sales results, I guess they really can ignore them.) And, not to beat a dead horse, but... Hey, Apple, ever hear of USABILITY TESTING??????? If you haven't, I can tell you all about it.
Update: 10 minutes later, I am still waiting to complete the download & sync of the software update for the iPhone which I bought 2 DAYS AGO. I was surprised. See, I figured if I bought the thing 2 days ago, it would be just a wee minor software update that would take but a moment to install. Not so. Will Apple be like Adobe, with software updates that can take -- actually, I swear it! -- days to complete?
Last week, we passed a two-story house that had been completely encased for termite fumigation in a big, circus-colored striped tent. It looked hilarious, so I pointed it out to the munchkin. I explained why it was tented, and that they were spraying poison chemicals to kill the termites inside. He became very upset that the termites had to die. For the next few days, he kept coming up with ideas to save the termites. He cried a few times for them. "I don't want the termites to die. I want them to be not killed."
A few days ago, he adopted a carrot out of our refrigerator as his special pet. He wanted to take it to bed with him (ix-nay from Mom); instead we made it a little bed in the kitchen with a banana for a pillow.The poor little carrot soon became sad and floppy, and Angy tried to compost it, provoking howls of protest from Isaac. Finally I convinced him the carrot would be really happy going back to the dirt where it was born, and promised to get him a new carrot pet the next time I went grocery shopping.