In design, where meaning is often controversially subjective or painfully inscrutable, few things are more apparent and lucid than the presence of passion. This is true whether the design of a product delights you or leaves you cold; in either case it’s difficult not to detect the emotional investment of the hands that built it.
Enthusiasm manifests itself readily of course, but indifference is equally indelible. If your commitment doesn’t encompass a genuine passion for the work at hand, it becomes a void that is almost impossible to conceal, no matter how elaborately or attractively designed it is.
Royal warrants of appointment have been issued for centuries to those who supply goods or services to a royal court or certain royal personages. The warrant enables the supplier to advertise the fact that they supply to the royal family, so lending prestige to the supplier. Several royal families allow tradesmen to advertise royal patronage, including the ruling dynasties of the United Kingdom, the Netherlands, Belgium, Thailand, Denmark, and Sweden.
“What we found is that if your friend becomes happy, it increases the probability that you will become happy by 15%. And if your friend’s friend becomes happy, the probability becomes 10%. It’s only when we get to your friend’s friend’s friend’s friend that they will have no impact on your emotional state.”—Nicholas Christakis in This Emotional Life
David Huron has a theory. People who enjoy sorrowful music are experiencing the consoling effects of prolactin, a hormone that is usually associated with pregnancy and lactation but that the body also releases when we’re sad or weeping. People who can’t bear listening to sad music, Huron conjectures, don’t get that prolactin rush.
My mom sent me a box of old scrapbooks and random school papers. One of the more entertaining ones, transcribed here for for your reading pleasure, was fifteen-year-old Timoni answering questions about the future:
Twenty years from now: September 11, 2010
I will be: 35.
I will be a journalist for: the New York Times, Washington Post, US,* or Newsweek, or a foreign magazine.
I will live in: a city (New York, Seattle, Paris, Mexico City)
I will have: one or two kids (if I’m married)
If my career is settled, I will be married
I will eat: Chinese. No matter what.**
I will belong to a health club.***
No, my parents will not live with me!****
I expect to be above-average healthy.*****
Depending on where I live, my surroundings will be semi-spacious and semi-clean.
I will own a ‘57 Chevy BelAir (in baby blue).
*US Magazine? Really?
**Was this a point of contention in my life at fifteen? Apparently?
***What kind of boring questionnaire WAS this?
****I love my parents, but I still think we shouldn’t live together.
*****This is how I figured I must have been answering some sort of questionnaire, as never in my life have I ever stopped to determine what level of average healthiness I plan to be in the future.
Well, I’m not a journalist, and I don’t want a car, but other than that, this list is looking pretty good. Next step: join a health club.