Discovering Perspective

Tuesday, August 31, 2004

Webpage Help Please.

Hey all you computer oriented people.

I have recently discovered that my online portfolio has a major issue with Internet Explorer and have no clue what. I am new to the web design arena but trying to learn. The issue is that the image maps don't seem to work. Each of the icons at the bottom of the page including the images should be links and should show up as pointers on mouse-over.

I am a Mozilla user so it took a while to notice the problem. I did initially test the page on IE but have done a reinstall since so I am assuming it is an issue with IE options but ideally the page should work on default settings since that is what most people use.

It was suggested that I use image mapping versus cutting up the overall background into smaller images and designating the necessary ones as image links. From my brief readings, I am starting to think I will need to go for the image chopping if I want to be able to scale the site for different resolutions (which is the next step).

Any suggestions or assistance would be greatly appreciated.

Don't Mess with my Tea

Here is the rather lengthy letter I am about to send to Tim Horton's and various newspapers.
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Good day,

I am hopeful this is one of many letters you have received regarding your new steeped tea. I too must state my dissatisfaction and hopes that the changes will be reconsidered.

Allow me to set the scene of my last three years at University.

Sitting at my desk ready to rip my hair out and pounding my head against my desk in absolute frustration. Deadline is coming and I am stuck. I am about to rip my work to shreds. "HELP!" I get up and go to my friend sitting in front of me with the same look on her face. "Let's go to Tim's."

Over to the Student Union Building. Wait in line with the other twenty students still stuck at school late at night, equally as frustrated. I get to the counter. "An extra-large English Breakfast, Double-Double please." I put down my loonie, thank the server and return to my desk. I put on my diskman sit down and recollect my sanity.

This has been my almost daily routine for three years. It will be changing this year.

With the price increase of almost 50% with the introduction of the new Steeped Tea and size specific pricing, my Tim Horton's order is now the same price, if not more, as at Starbucks.

Allow me to set the new scene from now on.

It starts out the same but now becomes "Let's go to Starbucks."

Over to the Campus Library, stand in line with the other frustrated students, get to the counter. "An extra-large English Breakfast, Double-Double please." I put down my dollar-fifty-something, thank the server and take a seat on one of the comfy couches or private booths. I put on my diskman sit down and recollect my sanity before returning to my desk.

This will be my two-out-of-three daily routine from now on to make up the cost difference but at least I get a seat on the couch to enjoy my tea. And at least there has been a tuition freeze this year.

Perhaps this seems a bit melodramatic but such simple things as a tea break make a big difference in getting through a day of school work productively.


I have fewer reasons to complain than do many other of the until-recent-Tim's-tea-drinkers. At least my tea will taste the same because it is a specialty tea still served with a bag. From those I know who only ever ordered a regular tea, they are not pleased with the new pre-made 'steeped' tea.

I have been told that the mysterious third generation tea master's “ideal machine for making perfectly steeped tea, cup after cup [which] gently steeps Tim Horton's own unique blend of orange pekoe tea leaves for consistently full-flavored results. “ (as the advertising claims) is in fact nothing more than a giant tea bag through which the hot water is percolated through like in a coffee machine. Last time I checked the “time honored tradition – loose tea leaves” method of making tea, involved steeping the tea loose in a pot of boiling water, not passing lukewarm water through a bag of tea. Not to mention the tea cozy.

The entire advertising campaign is inappropriate and misleading and is somehow trying to justify the decrease in cost of making tea while increasing the price for customers (drastically for those of us who used to order the extra large).

Unfortunately, the participation in a bit of Canadiana is not enough to keep me as a customer. This is the last bit of decline I can take from the Tim Horton's I grew up with. The 'Always Fresh' frozen donuts was the first major one and now the 'Loose-Leaf Steeped Tea' made with a giant tea bag, the oxymorons are just too staggering.

Part of my daily routine also included justifying going to Tim's versus one of the Student run free-trade coffee shops or cozier Starbucks. Jokingly there was always the defense that it is the Canadian way. But more than anything, my defense was that it was cheaper.

At some point you realize that where you buy your tea or coffee will not make you any more or less Canadian, despite the commercials and stand-up comedians that insist it will.

Extremely disappointed and dissatisfied,



Sunday, August 29, 2004


Froggy Phone Home



Moo Moos!!!

Marshmallows Roasting on an Open Fire



I got together with Mary on Friday to chat and then meet up with the boyfriends down on Sparks Street where they were playing with the Brian Downey Big Band on the platform in front of the CIBC.

It was a pleasant evening. During the afternoon we went for a swim and had vegetarian lasagna and sherbet and made fresh chocolate chip cookies. We also plotted to see if we could drag Mekki and Brent out camping on Saturday. The plot succeeded and we met up at Mary's farm after the delay from her car issues. In the meantime, Mekki amused himself with some Pokemonin' while I was busy trying to design our future home. We decided that we will practically have two separate homes joined by the bedroom, the kitchen and a Japanese style Tatami room for meditation and Tae Kwon Do. We also went photo hunting the wildlife. The snake was too fast and sly for us but we got some good frog pictures.

Once Mary and Brent arrived, Brent started the barbeque while we went to fetch some veggies from the garden. Then the expected fire and marshmallow before retiring to some Scrabble before hitting the tents. It was the worse game of Scrabble I've played in years (probably because Mekki was boasting about how I was going to beat everyone's pants off).

It was a rather rainy night but I didn't mind much because I love the sound of the rain falling on a tent. Mary and I were up first so we made breakfast and started to clean up. Once the guys were up, we finished breakfast and the tent disassembly and were on our way.

As we were leaving, Mekki was lamenting the lack of moomoo sightings when we turned the corner and there they were. MooMoos!!!

We got out and fed the cows some apples and added them to our photo hunt trophies and were on our way home for a shower.

Monday, August 23, 2004

It's all Greek to me / It's all Canadian to me

The joke had to be made.

Mekki and I were joined by Rob and Katie and Brent and Mary for the last evening of Greek Fest. It was the usual trying to fit six people into a massive crowd so there was a lot of splitting up and crowd scanning and meeting up and splitting up...

I hate crowds but I do really enjoy this type of event. It is something special we get to enjoy as Canadians. Cultural mosaic. Isn't it beautiful. So many cultures proudly displayed often more freely than in their homelands. It's fascinating to see the similarities. It's like getting to piece the world together. Experience the world, culturally if not geographically.

The Jewish culture is like that only by opposite means. Instead of the congregations of people from around the world into one land, it is the diaspora of one people across the world. The similarity is the idea of one shared culture existing in conjunction with localized culture. Double cultural identity. I am a Canadian Jew, and a French Canadian, and a British Canadian, and a Scottish Canadian, and a Native Canadian, and a Polish Canadian, and an Austrian Canadian, and a Russian Canadian, and an Italian Canadian... Ok, a bit more than Double cultural identity.

It's interesting the way one culture can adapt into a new one and at the same time affect that new one in return. I did a research project last year on the Italian Jewish art of the Renaissance. Not an easy subject to find material on, mind you. Considering the general view is that worldly representation of G-d's creations is a breach of the Second Commandment, Jewish art history is an interesting field. But if ever there were a time and place for it to boom, the Renaissance and Italy would be them. I won't go into detail here. If anyone is interested I can email them my essay or I might put it up on my portfolio someday.

I am grateful to get to live in the presence of so many diverse cultures and to be able to get pass noticing the stereotypes (they are often there, that is why they became stereotypes) and begin to understand why they are there. It helps me think of why I act the way I do (the British and the Jewish behaviours are the most predominant). At first it makes you think 'well it's all just arbitrary so why not change?' but after the initial 'oh well this behaviour is normal in that culture but offensive in mine, so maybe I'm wrong', you get to a point where you don't have to be offended by others doing it but at the same time don't need to dismiss your own culture.

It's something Mekki and I struggle with on occasion. Moroccan and British don't match too well but we both way over analyze our actions and those of others so it actually doesn't create too much conflict when you bring it all down to the base cultural reasons for behaviour and are mature enough to not automatically assume one (usually yours) is better than another.

Thursday, August 19, 2004

Home Sweet Home

Mekki and I made it back last night, a bit earlier than intended. Unfortunately the matinee performance of The Count of Monte Cristo sold out so we never made it to Stratford. Instead, we decided to treat ourselves to an end of trip meal at Caribbean Flavours on Somerset. The perfect end to the trip.

Mekki and I shared the Chicken wrapped in plantain with Ginger Marmalade and a Goat Roti. The chicken was one of the most interesting combination of flavours I have enjoyed in a long time. The plantain has a sort of banana/squash taste and the ginger adds a slight tickle on the tongue. The roti was equally wonderful. I went with the medium after being warned that "Hot is no joke here". It was the exact amount of spice I like; enough to give you a good kick but not so strong that your taste buds shrivel up and die and you are no longer able to enjoy/taste the rest of the meal. To compliment the meal, brewed on site ginger beer was my choice, and a good one at that. The desserts looked tempting but both Mekki and I were stuffed.

It's a pleasant little place though Mekki suggests that the prices are a bit high for the atmosphere but certainly not for the quality. What the atmosphere lacks in decor, it makes up for in friendliness. Mekki and I were greeted by the owner/cook who replied to Mekki's comment that we had the place to ourselves that "It's like bed. Sometimes you're by yourself and can spread out, sometimes you're not." The waitress was also very friendly and is to thank for her recommending the chicken dish. Of additional note, they are looking for staff for the school year. Any staff. Server, bar tender, cooks, dish washers. . .

The rest of the trip was fun. We met up with Theresa and Dave at the Casino in Niagara after an hour of the "I'm sure this is where she said to meet" game. We had dinner at Mick and Angelo's and made fun of the Bicardi girls going around offering free samples and flirtation. We drove past the falls on our way back to the Casino parking lot and then stopped in at the lobby for the fountain light show.

Shabbat was interesting as expected. Mekki and I got dressed up and went to synagogue. We got there a bit later than intended so we missed a fair amount but got in enough for numerous follow up discussions with Mekki. There weren't as many familiar faces as I had expected but Mekki got introduced to a few people. The most interesting comment was from my Hebrew teacher (as predicted) when she asked if Mekki went to the Hebrew Daycare in Ottawa because her sister teaches there. (hint, hint, are you Jewish?)

Saturday night we went to Waterloo for a barbecue with some of my high school friends and their circles. It's interesting to see how a group of university friends is a group of university friends. A lot of the same conversations I would be having with my Ottawa friends. It was confirmed to Mekki that I was a boring good girl in high school and I haven't been hiding any juicy stories.

Sunday, Mekki and I made it to the Italian festival and lost pathetically at the spaghetti eating contest. . . err I mean won the longevity contest. But we got a free plate of spaghetti, a fresh pressed lemonade and a can of tomatoes as consolation. We hit a few used book shops and then Shakespeare in the Park, As You Like It.

The rest of the trip was just lounging around and spending time with my family.

Friday, August 13, 2004

*sigh*

Just met with my clients to drop off and discuss the designs for their house renovations.

I want to bang my head against a wall. Wait, I just did that for two and a half hours.

I hate clients.

I'm good at what I do but I can't make something out of nothing. En suite bathrooms, kitchen islands, sunrooms, bay windows and libraries can't exist purely in fourth dimension where you can walk into them, twist around and emerge without occupying the space required by the master bedroom. Oh, and money. It will cost money to add these things to your house.

Be prepared to laugh... These clients want to add two bedrooms, a piano studio... for a GRAND PIANO, an en suite bathroom to an extended Master bedroom, a larger kitchen and mudroom space at the entrance, all this to their three bedroom bungalow without making an addition to the house.

The other problem is change. Everyone wants to change everything without changing anything. Redesigning your house will mean a change at least somewhere in your routine. Women are the pickiest on this point. Every time I've presented a design to a female client, I have gotten some comment about the change in where they have to go to do the laundry or which way they face when doing the dishes, or how far they have to carry the groceries in to the kitchen. It's to the point that they don't notice that I may have decreased the distance they need to go to deliver groceries and carry laundry, or that they get to look out the window from the table instead of the sink now, or whatever. I've changed something and that won't do. I don't get it. What do people want?

I've never had a dishwasher. I've always had to do dishes at the sink. I've never had a sink that looks out a window. I've never spent so long doing dishes that I required the entertainment of looking out at a backyard while doing so. Unless you have all the bedrooms centred around the laundry room, laundry will have to be carried from various parts of the house to the washing machine.

Lastly, if you already know what you want to do, what do you need me for? Just do it. You don't need my approval. If you want my opinion... listen to it. You don't have to agree with it but you came to someone because you wanted to see it a new way. Then stop being limited to the old way.

*argh*

Thursday, August 12, 2004

Making the Rounds

Well, end of summer is approaching. Time to make the "I won't see you until Christmas holidays" rounds and hopefully some fun along the way.

Mekki and I are heading out in the morning for London via Niagara Falls (to have dinner with my friend Theresa and her boyfriend Dave). We were going to cross the border to hunt down the DivX compatible DVD player Mekki wants but we finally realized what noobits we were and thought 'Hey, why don't we try calling the BestBuy in London first.' Brilliant. They do indeed carry them. Ottawa is just stupid and paranoid about being charged for not breaking any laws. So that saves us an hour or two detour and finding out what the border is actually like. I've never been to the States and was curious about what I would experience in the couple of hours. Mekki and I were also both curious about the reaction he would get with an Arab last name. Another time.

We had intended to see Katie's play Spirits Rising in Gananoque but being high season and all, the Bed and Breakfasts were going to be a bit more than expected especially since most require a two night stay on the weekend.

Saturday, should be interesting. Mekki wants to see what a Shabbat service is like so we're going to go to my old synagogue in London. I'm not too sure what to expect though I can imagine my old Hebrew teachers making a reasonable scene. Then there is the party in Waterloo with some high school friends that I haven't seen in, I think, two years. More fun.

A couple days to relax and spend time with my family. Hit all the London stores and a few restaurants that I miss. I believe Shakespeare in the park is this weekend. A dip or two in my brother's pool. Who knows.

Finally, Wednesday we hit Stratford for the annual pilgrimage. We're going to see Count of Monte Cristo and then heading home from there.

Should be a fun week. I always enjoy the chance to talk during the long drive. We usually manage some very interesting conversations.

Wednesday, August 11, 2004

Mmmm...Coffee Cake

I was in my bored/baking mood so I baked a cake while Mekki was at the Bayou this evening. I found the recipe in my 12 volume Women's Day Encyclopaedia (don't you love 70s cookbooks?). So here it is.

2 cups flour
1/4 cup sugar
2 tsp baking powder
salt

Sift and mix.

1/4 cup shortening

Cut into dry ingredients.

1 egg
2/3 cup milk (I substituted sour cream)

Barely mix in with mixture. Place in greased cakepan.

apples (I used Granny Smiths and plums)

Arrange on top of cake batter.

1/2 cup brown sugar
cinnamon, cloves, allspice, ginger

Sprinkle on top.

1/3 cup melted butter

Pour evenly over cake. Bake at 400f for 25 minutes.

Simple and tasty.

Monday, August 09, 2004

Bath Time

I like baths...bubble baths. But I have a few problems.

1. I can't find bubbles that will actually bubble and stay bubbled.
2. I like hot baths but my circulatory system doesn't and I usually have to get out so I won't pass out.
3. Bath tubs aren't long enough.
4. There's no real comfy position even with my inflatable pillow.
5. I can't figure out how to read without soaking the book.
6. My candles inevitably get soaked in water and won't light.
7. The water heater is bloody loud.

Why exactly do I like baths?

Sunday, August 08, 2004

7 Out of 10 For Style

Last night I got a call from Mary saying she wanted to go out on the town. After many phone calls back and forth, we decided to meet at Zacks and figure things out from there. The party list included Mary, Brent, Alex, Mekki and me. On the list of possibilities were Helsinki, the new place that took over the Bagel place across from the Heart and Crown, and Zaphods.

I really liked the atmosphere and look of Helsinki. It seems to be the type of place I've been looking for where you can go to have a drink with your friends and still hear each other across the table. Plus there is the disco downstairs for dancing. Unfortunately, I'm poor and can't afford that type of place just yet. Before the continuation of the 'where did we end up' story, the 'encounter with downtown character' story interjects.

While we were regrouping outside the club deciding where to go next, a guy comes over looking like he is about to ask us what time it was. In fact, he was about to lecture us for the following ten minutes about respect, looks and what money should buy you. He also was going to insult the dress of two people in the party, somewhat complement mine, ignore another and tell the last that he was the "only real dude" around. He had been asked to leave Helsinki because of "dress code". In other words, he was being a jerk and they didn't want him in their club. Anyways, out of this encounter Brent got to walk away from it knowing he was "a man of the people" and that I got that I am tall, for an Ottawa girl (artificially aided by my 4" heals), and can pull off a trench coat (it was cold and it seemed a better choice than my Roots ski jacket) and overall get a 7 out of 10 for style. Poor Mary got some sort of gesture and 'ghaaarrr'. Mekki got annoyed and walked off. I was waiting for the moment that would normally, eventually come in those situations where you can back out politely but it never came so we just slowly walked away.

So, on to Zaphods which hadn't turned over to DJ and cheap cover, so on to the old bagel place which turned out to be a bar and grill, not a club, so finally on to the Brig patio for drinks and dessert. No dancing but they had a pretty decent deep fried ice cream. We sat around chatting, mostly about the encounter and just relaxed. Unfortunately with the smoking bylaws, patios have become the smoking section, but what can you do. It was getting pretty bad near the end and Mekki and I were both feeling it so we had to back out on the rest of the evening and Mekki drove me home. I tried to help Mekki brainstorm a bit about his fourth year project which has been nagging at him the last few weeks before he went home for the night.

I stayed up and watched Love Actually. Cute enough movie. Interesting concept.

Saturday, August 07, 2004

Quiet Week - I'm Going Nuts

It's been a /comparatively/ uneventful week and the couple of usual get togethers have been short and to the point.

Monday night was a good, if short Frisbee meet. Tara joined in to see how the non-leaguers play. On top of our not quite up to par technique worsened by the gusty wind, we were trying to relax the rules back to the old days of friendly pickup. We were also down a few players because of the long weekend. It made for a lot of scrambling and running around. This was followed up by a dip in the pool at Ben's (of course I didn't bother to bring a suit because of the earlier disclaimer that we would likely be going to Gracie's, so no dipping for me), pizza and tea. As Eric pointed out, I am a tea fiend. A change from the usual post frisbee gaming, we sat in the living room chatting trying not to disturb the parents much.

Tuesday I wasn't feeling too well so I only popped in at the Bayou for a set and then went home. I swung around to pick up Mekki afterwards and we returned to my place and decided to try and readjust our sleep schedule so we stayed up all night. We started the marathon with Episode 3 of Horatio Hornblower. We were going to bake something so Mekki pulled out my Jewish cookbook and it turned into a theology discussion instead of cookies.

Tuesday is now Wednesday and at about 6am we went for a walk to McDonald's for breakfast and discussions about game space brought on by my usual comments about solar glare. (In a nut shell, solar glare is put into video games to make the gamers go "Oooo look at the realism" when it actually should take away from it because it makes it seem like you are watching through a video camera instead of really being there.) I actually like McDonald's. It has that childhood nostalgia and the food isn't that bad. There was even a bouquet of flowers to freshen the bathroom. Fancy. Plus, I'm a student and coupons and $1.69 meal equals good.

The now awakened by coffee morning continued with a walk to the Loeb to buy some picnic makings and on to Kettlemans Bagels for a nice looking challah. We eventually caved and had a nap. Skipping a night of sleep is not a good plan for someone with a sleeping disorder. Got up to make the devilled eggs and put the rest of the picnic together, blew the fuse in the kitchen by plugging in a lightbulb and then trying to figure out which fuse it was in the not-so-clearly marked fusebox. The power I have. I have access to the fuses for all four apartments. Good thing that jerk neighbour with the car has been behaving.

The picnic took place in Central Park in the Glebe and was followed by some Frisbee tossing and lessons in the rain and some lounging in the sun following that. We made it back to my place in time to head out for Pho. No Ben, no Arion, but the rest of the regulars made it.

Thursday I got to register my classes for the year. I was really upset that the painting workshop I wanted was full but I got lucky and caught it later in the day. Someone must have dropped it. There were a few other stupidities, as usual. One of the courses, despite the fourth year code is only offered to grad students, and a bunch of the architecture theory courses are still blocked. Then a day of doing nothing until I dropped Mekki off for another gig at the Bayou, went home and called my parents to chat for a bit. Sounds like my mom is doing better now. It's been weird since Goldie.

Friday I helped Mekki register for his courses, went shopping, finished off the economics logo for Eric and watched a few more episodes of Ranma. Mekki and I finished Gargoyles a while back and have moved on to Ranma. We're a couple of episodes into season two now. Also tried to plan out a trip home to London next weekend with stops at Katie's show in Gananoque, Shabbat services at my old Synagogue, old South gang party in Waterloo and a play in Stratford.

But...it's definitely August. I've hit the "I'm bored. I want to go back to school" phase.

Thursday, August 05, 2004

Scotland Yard in Toronto

If you're ever looking for something to do in Toronto with 6-8 people...
this looks fun.

Shift.com amuses me sometimes. Don't miss out of the parody of Burger King's Subservient Chicken. Also good for a laugh or two. But my all time favourite was the Online Hamlet Text Game

Monday, August 02, 2004


I'm a bit upset that I can't find the pictures I was looking for but came across these two. Wasn't she a sweetie?

Sunday, August 01, 2004

Ultimate Rules

For the last two months or so, a bunch of us have been getting together to play Ultimate Frisbee on Monday nights. It's a great time, lots of exercise and time with friends. My only problem is the rules. This always happens when you get a bunch of people together to play a game. Some people like the rules, some people would rather do without.

I just posted a comment on this to the mailing list and I hope it isn't misinterpreted as such things may easily be. I don't like confrontation, which is why I don't really like playing a game based on rules over premise. It tends to become whoever is willing to be the loudest gets the advantage. Ultimate is a simple game which I find makes it fun. I find the challenge comes from wanting to do better than I did last time. I'm quite content with my improvements. I've gone from never being guarded and rarely receiving a pass to having people scramble to cover me. My game's still improving. I'm catching more consistently and I've trimmed my nails so I should be better at throwing again (and Eric is once again safe from my poking revenge).

I know others have commented that the rules are getting annoying and in the way of just having a pleasant, friendly game. Wanting to keep everything friendly is sort of keeping those not in favour of the rules from saying anything. I stared at the email for ten minutes before deciding to post it. I think it is worth discussing and get it cleared up before anyone gets too annoyed, on either side.

I just really hope this doesn't blow up in my face.

In the Mood...

to write (what were you thinking?)

I've been in a really odd mood lately and feel the urge to do a lot of things but don't actually feel like doing them. All those summer projects that I really want to get done, but it's the doing that is the problem. And the finishing. I have a painting started, the Manticore half-read, two webpage designs still in test phase, a crochet blanket part done, a bunch of clients waiting for their designs, a roll of film that needs to be finished so I can do some copywork, grad school research barely started, a DSL character that needs to be leveled, and the list goes on.

Stupid summer. It's not even like I can blame the lack of productivity on the heat because it's bloody cold this summer. I wear a sweater most of the time. To be fair, I have done a lot this summer. As a result of previous summers where I only got one or two things done from the monstrous to do list, this summer, I started almost all of the things on the list but don't think any will get finished except a book or two.

I do feel like writing, however. At Bubble Tea the other night, Mekki, Ben, Josh, Tara and I were talking about writing, mainly about handwriting versus typing. I'm enjoying this blog but do miss the tactility of writing in a journal. I have very expressive handwriting which changes depending on the tone or content of what is being written. I probably have about seven distinct styles, each one adapting slightly to the mood. The choice of pen and the choice of paper also add to expressing something of the tone. This can be somewhat included in typing but sometimes font switching is just ridiculous. I recently changed my template because the old one didn't suit my current mood. I wanted something cleaner and less frilly. One of my summer projects was to make a font set of my handwriting, probably the architecture style one. I still have to do the research for how to do that.

There is a certain tactility that I am used to that makes working on a computer hard for me. My typing skills have greatly improved (I only look at the keyboard out of habit not because I need to find the lettres). I'm quite certain that I type faster than I write now. That comes in handy when taking notes, though it's not easy to set up in class, even with a laptop. Mekki's point that that helps you keep up with your thoughts, is a valid comment but sometimes falling behind creates new thoughts. My two major problems with working on a computer are the noise and mental organization.

I am extremely sensitive to noise and repetition, so computer fans drive me bonkers, especially when there are more than one that aren't in synch.

But, the bigger issue is the way my mind organizes and remembers things does not translate well to computers. This is where my interest in the Project Looking Glass comes from. Come tax time, Mekki thinks I'm a masochist for doing the paper forms but I am very good at organizing and flipping through pages and can keep a mental inventory of where what information is. I can't do that as well with links and windows. I keep better track of information by turning a page than scrolling down.

A bit off topic here

It's an interesting question. Should the computer environment try to mimic the physical environment? Really, it shouldn't. There are likely much better ways to do things than the way we are forced to do them when dealing with the limitations of gravity, only having two hands, only being so tall, having to depend on five senses, etc. The problem is breaking the habit and taking things for granted. Not only that, but even trying to think of something that isn't limited to one of those earthly limitations. I'm always amused when watching video games. There will be this absolutely ridiculous staircase and as my profs would say "And what? Does G-d hold that up for you?" Obviously, you don't have to worry about gravity in a video game. But, if you don't have to worry about gravity, why do you need stairs? The no gravity thing is very attractive to architecture students which explains why so many go into game environment design. Others argue the challenge is the impetus of good design. It's a bit more of an accomplishment to make something that seemingly disobeys gravity, such as Le Corbusier's Rochamps. (Look at the roof on that thing. It doesn't even look like it is resting on the walls)

Anyways, the point is that there are certain archetypes that you expect to be there and always use as the base without thinking about it. It is not an easy thing to recognize what those things are or when they are no longer necessary.

So what is the solution? Desktops don't have to be literally organized like an office, you don't need booklike graphics so people feel like they're reading a book. We need a bit more abstraction to the metaphors (or similes). Figure out what it is about a book that people prefer or makes it easier to follow and go with that.

Gmail did a good example of this. Hotmail uses folders to organize emails. Files and folders are used in an office to organize material so it can be easily retrieved. So the point is to easily retrieve information. Well, why do you need to organize into categorized folders to flip through to later find a document when you can use a search engine to retrieve it?

It's not easy. It's actually far to easy to go the wrong way and stop doing something that is always done just for the sake of doing something new. Most of the time you just end up going backwards and realize that there is a reason something is always done a certain way.