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Headlines for Thursday:
|A||X||@1245-1345 Usability test with Pierre?|
|A||X||Sort out usability arrangements|
|A||X||Print out usability doc|
|A||X||Usability test with Stephen|
|A||X||Revise usability test|
|A||X||Quick prep for interest interview with training|
|A||X||Print author form|
|A||X||Michael Olson's birthday|
I did my first two usability tests today. Yay! The end is in sight! Thanks to Stephen and Pierre for being my two friendly guinea pigs.
Stephen spoke well of my prototype when he passed by Pierre's computer. Apparently he thought that I had either built a terrific tool or a terrific test. Someone once said that any sufficently advanced technology is indistinguishable from a rigged demo. My prototype is neither advanced nor rigged. I kept expecting it to crash, and every scenario that passed without catastrophic failure was a minor success already.
I am conscious of the fact that I had chosen the tasks to fit the tool, and I built the tool to fit the tasks. I'm probably even biasing the usability test results by my presence. Still, if the study explores something new, then maybe I'm not an imposter after all. (Oh, to silence that small voice in my head!)
Recruiting more friendlies for usability tests next week. I will however have to steel myself and test with new people as well...
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W seemed surprised when I readily agreed to go to the summer concert at J's elementary school. After all, I had been restless these past few days, thinking of giving up my krav maga fitness and self defense classes just so that I can have more time to write. But I had to go, you know. These are the things that give me things to write about.
It was *wonderful* watching some kids sing with such light inside them. You could power the city with some of those kids. One little boy kept dropping his triangle in excitement. How difficult it must be to hang on to a smooth piece of metal that you're hitting with such glee!
But you could see the other kids slumped over their glockenspiels. Perhaps they had been learning how to be teenagers: sullen and withdrawn. Where was the life in their music? For me, it felt like just a collection of notes.
I want to learn how to reawaken spirits. I too have been old. I have gone through the motions before, and there will still be times when I am not fully present and fully alive. But maybe I can share with people this vibrant world where even the exquisite pain of too much tenderness is a beautiful thing, where the gray clouds are only hiding the clearest blue, and where there are songs in all of us just bursting to get out.
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