Imagine you’re a miner. Working long hours, deep underground, in physically demanding conditions. What you do requires concentration and focus – instead you’re tired and you have a couple of niggling injuries that are distracting you. It’s a combination that can lead to a serious accident.
When I tell people I’m researching news on Snapchat the most common response is “I’ve heard of Snapchat but have no idea how it works” So now this. This blog post serves to explain how Snapchat works as a smartphone-only messaging/social network/news source. Snapchat is all of these things: a Frankenstein mobile app animal.
Conducting an interview can be a daunting task. Like networking at events or public speaking, there is an art to the interview so subtle that we often think it must be common sense. It looks easy when others do it, but there is a surprising amount of fluster involved when you’re first starting out. Ideally
Out on the Wire is a graphic novel about podcasting. A visual representation of an auditory product. This alone made me excited to grab a copy, because the concept is unique. But it was the seriously valuable content that kept me up at night, flipping pages, highlighting my favourite bits, taking notes. It is the
Remember that scene in The Matrix where Neo is strapped into a chair, hooked up to a computer via a huge needle-stlye plug into his brain, and then has all the information about the art of Kung Fu uploaded directly into his brain?
3D printing is becoming more accessible, more versatile, and is beginning to be marketed as a domestic product. There is even a 3D printer for kids set for release in Oct 2016. It seems like 3D printing is becoming a new household appliance, but really, how many people are using this technology and what are
‘Write what you know’ they say, but as a new parent all I knew was dirty nappies, sleepless nights, and the smell of milk permeating everything. I felt like it had all been covered. I didn’t want to become “just another mommy blogger” writing about the daily minutiae of raising kids.
Months of sleep deprivation, loss of physical autonomy, extended exposure to high-pitched squealing sounds, and long hours of rocking back and forth. By the time I got some normalcy back, I realised I was in love, and that perhaps it was a form of Stockholm Syndrome.
SuperMum. She is that lady in the daytime ads for paper towels and other household products. Her home is immaculate, her hair always done, her kids are neat, and when little Timmy comes in caked in mud she simply tilts her head to the side and smiles, hands on hips. Ah, Timmy.