The flash of a neon light In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone Beneath the halo of a streetlamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silence Paul Simon & Art Garfunkel, The Sound Of Silence streetsurbanismweather
Cloudbusting An Article by Daisy Alioto dirt.substack.com It is fun to revisit memories this way, a digital stamp in my weather passport, where everything can be contained in a forecast and Stockholm sits between Vilnius and London by sheer chance. It has also been a way to feel close to people I love while traveling, to know whether it is raining where they are. As with most technology, this is artistry by committee. There is no Thomas Cole waiting in the wings. But someone has to animate the stars, to decide when to streak one across the screen–to play god in our pockets. weatherdetailsinterfacestravel
When users never use the features they asked for An Article by Austin Z. Henley web.eecs.utk.edu We deployed our tool. Almost no one used it. The handful that did use it, used it once or twice and barely interacted with it. After a few days, zero people were using it. Why did they tell me they wanted these features? featuresuxresearch