Conclave – A User Story

We wonder: Do all the Cardinals really have to assemble in Rome on 28th to vote for one of them to be our next Pontifex?

The internet, the social networks in particular, were buzzing with news and posts about (“our”) Benedict XVI. and his resignation. Several Tweetdecks virtually exploded, we’ve been told.

Benedetto does have a Twitter account.
Most people who are on Twitter are also on Facebook, they have E-Mail, IM and Skype accounts.
If Benedict does have all that, we might assume that the other Cardinals have followed suit.

So!

Why don’t the cardinals hold their Conclave via Skype video conference call? Or Google+ Hangout, for that matter?

Their user story – I as a cardinal want/need to vote in order to determine the next Pope.
To this end, I need something to vote with.
My hand, is raised and then counted in an assembly in a room in the Vatican – or my hand raised in front of my mobile / laptop / computer / iPad camera, which is counted by the Camerlengo in a Skype conference call. (A “vote or die” button might be too gamified for the purpose …)

Question: Is that 2.0 enough for a Church lacking appeal to digital natives?

Question: Where’s the white smoke supposed to come from?
For the time being: from our heads (when we just followed the Pope on Twitter, Twitter suggested: You might also like @Benjamin Netanjahu and @Bill Cosby).

The Virtual and the Virtuous. Shopping edition!

Oh, internet, how much I love thee! So full of things but so undemanding! Always open and at my disposal at a slight click-click…

Any day and any second, 24/7 I can load my little shopping carts on Amazon, on Mytheresa, on Stylebop and Hermes, on X and Y and Luxurytravel and Whatever. Even synchronously, I just open another tab! These booties will go well with that dress, and I’ll read those books when sitting in the sparkling lobby of that beautiful little albergo in Capri which I have booked in tab number six. Well, almost booked, that is.

Oh, the fun of adding item after – just press “continue shopping” – item to my baskets! Of racking up thousands! But not spending any money at all – seasoned shoppers know how easily one can even save money that way! Just by never ever going to checkout.

Pleasure without the guilt. Feeling fabulously jetset-y while wearing your oldest pyjamas and no make-up – it can be done! All day, every day. Splendid.

And if I happen to click my way all through to checkout once in a while – alas! I can always return it, can’t I? And sometimes I can even keep it. Because I haven’t done it all the time.

Thank you, internet. I love you.

Blinded by: The ugly

Der Erfolg von Apple ist nicht zuletzt auf dem guten Gespür für Design von Steve Jobs zu verdanken. Nicht wenige wollten einen Apple-Computer auf den ersten Blick besitzen. Weiß, bunt, völlig egal. Du Maschine aus der Zukunft, verschönere mein Wohnumfeld.

Genau das haben die Macher von Google nicht beachtet, als sie ihre seltsame Brille entworfen haben. Niemand, wirklich niemand kann diesen seltsamen Cyberborg-Riegel im Gesicht schön finden. Da hilft es auch wenig, wenn man die Brille  den Models der Diane von Fürstenberg Fashion Show in New York ins Gesicht klebt. Sie bleibt knallhässlich.

Wir steigen erst wieder ein, wenn es die Technik als Kontaktlinse gibt und „wearable computing“ einigermaßen ansehnlich geworden ist.  Bis dahin dürfen sich die Rollerbladefahrer, Handy-Tasche-am-Gürtel-Trager und Weiße-Socken-Liebhaber gerne mit der Datenbrille austoben.