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Plummet

The morning.

Betty Lou Oliver did not wake up that day expecting to plummet 75 stories down the world’s tallest building.

It was foggy outside, on the morning of July 28th, 1945. There was barely any visibility.

A B-25 Bomber became lost in the New York mist and crashed into the side of the Empire State Building, killing all three crew and eleven others in the building.

Betty was in her elevator cart when the impact happened. She was twenty, and this is what she did everyday. She was an elevator attendant who worked on the 80th floor of the Empire State. 

When the plane crashed, it smashed into the lift shaft, cutting the cable that held Betty’s cart. 

She began plummeting towards the ground.

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Free falling.

You know that feeling you get when you’re drifting to sleep but then suddenly you experience a free fall sensation and jolt upright in a panicked state?

That twitch is known as a Hypnic Jerk. Scientists still don’t have a solid reason for why it takes place, but one theory is that the brain confuses falling asleep with actual falling, so it signals to our arms and legs to move to an upright position, resulting in the jerking action.

Sharp objects.

In the tent, I didn’t dare fall asleep. But my eyelids fell heavy and I began to drift off, terrified.

Moments later, with all the suddenness in the world, a Hypnic Jerk forcibly awoke me, shocking me back to life.

I was wearing socks because stuffed inside one of them was razor sharp tent peg. Under the pillow, lay a fishing knife. On the floor, a canister of mace. Two sharp objects, and some pepper flavoured deodorant that “might work in theory.” Both within easy reach should a bear decide to come knocking.

Then a thick mind-cloud of inevitable sleep encroached, and I waited, half-expecting to be mauled to death. Because tiredness leads to irrationality.

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Betty vs ground.

“There was no time to think,” Betty said, “no time to even pray. I made myself as small as possible in a corner of the car, helpless, waiting for the shock at the bottom – and death.”

She didn’t die.

A thousand feet of elevator cable, which had moments ago been cut by the crash, fell to the bottom of the lift shaft, creating a spring coil effect. That, combined with the air pressure between the falling elevator car and the ground, was enough to bring Betty’s car to a smooth stop. Just don’t mention the broken back, broken leg, cut eye, bad burns, and terrible concussion.

She lived.

The fear might be worse than the reality.

betty[Image courtesy: 1) Wikimedia & 3) NYDailyNews]

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Philosophy

Think About All The Fucking Possibilities

Believe in your fucking self.
Stay up all fucking night.
Work outside of your fucking habits.
Know when to fucking speak up.
Fucking collaborate.
Don’t fucking procrastinate.
Get over your fucking self.
Keep fucking learning.
Form follows fucking function.
A computer is a Lite-Brite for bad fucking ideas.
Find fucking inspiration everywhere.
Fucking network.
Educate your fucking client.
Trust your fucking gut.
Ask for fucking help.
Make it fucking sustainable.
Question fucking everything.
Have a fucking concept.
Learn to take some fucking criticism.
Make me fucking care.
Use fucking spell check.
Do your fucking research.
Sketch more fucking ideas.
The problem contains the fucking solution.
Think about all the fucking possibilities.

– – – Brian Buirge & Jason Bacher, of Good Fucking Design Advice

Sorry about all the swearing, but it’s necessary in this case.

I saw this manifesto (and the superb GFDA site) for the first time yesterday and wanted to post it here for anyone who might need it, and also to refer back to in times of creative crisis. 

Apparently these words adorn many industrial design studio walls, but the universality and sense that is engrained within the expletives mean many of the messages have a place far beyond a singular niche. 

This is a good framework for anyone who uses creativity or boldness in their days – people who build things, write things, carve things, shoot things, draw things. For people who make something from nothing, even if it has every chance of flopping miserably or being torn apart.

Implement whichever points you need, but always remember – even if you have to pick yourself up and clean yourself off – to:

Believe in your fucking self.
Think about all the fucking possibilities.

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