Design flaws of Method soap

December 19th, 2007

I love good design. No surprise there.

However, there’s a time when sharp design clouds common sense – when the idea of making something look great takes precedence over usability. Sure, that font might look cool, but what happens if it causes an “i” and “r” to fuse together? That shirt you’re talking about just turned into shit.

For weeks, I’ve experienced the sad triumph of design over usability every time I try to wash the dishes.

We often purchase Method cleaning products – a design-friendly, super-green company, an antithesis of your typical mass-market mega-companies (Proctor and Gamble, for instance). They’re available at Target, and now at our local HyVee stores.

The company is founded on two things: biodegradable, Earth-positive products and great design. In fact, one of the founders was a graphic designer. He had experience in style and branding, and sought a way to introduce design to the home care industry.

Admittedly, this is a selling point to Kerrie and me. We enjoy nicely designed products, so we were instantly drawn in by Method’s clean bottles and unobtrusive labels. When you look at the over-bright, seizure-inducing labels that appear on most home care product, you understand the allure.

Unfortunately, Method’s dish soap holds a serious flaw.

The plastic bottle it comes in is impossible to use.

Method soapTake a look. The bottle looks pretty sharp. It’s sleek and it would look nice on your counter. You would pick up the bottle at the store and hold it and fall in love with the design.

Then you take it home. With wet hands, you reach for it.

*SLOOP!*

Right out of your hands. Into the water. Go ahead – try turning the top knob to get soap out. Haha – the joke’s on you! Our soap happens to be under the counter, so we have to try to pick the bottle up from the top – a near impossible feat with wet hands.

The tapered top looks great. But it’s not practical. The rounded corners of the spout make the bottle look modern. But they’re also not practical. This is a product designed to look great. Not to work great. Those strong, sturdy shoulders on the typical bottle of Dawn? They seem so necessary now.

I will buy things because they are designed well. I will stop and read ads that look good. I will be drawn to people who put forth a well-designed personality. And the most frustrating thing in these cases is when the design is just that – all design, no substance, lacking the most common sense workability functions. It’s as if the ideas were never bounced off of anyone, the product created in a vacuum with hopes of a grand unveiling.

Do you have the next great design idea? Lay it on us. But make sure that it’s more than just packaging. Make sure that you test it out first before sending it out into the world to fend for itself. Because if no one will ever remember your art if they can’t get the soap out.


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Issues Considered: Annoyances, Marketing

Death of the Reluctant

December 18th, 2007

It’s been so busy at work that I haven’t had a chance to open up my blog aggrigator.

So I missed the news that Edward Champion’s Return of the Reluctant is no more.

When blogging becomes tedious, a vital piece of its worth is lost. Freedom turns to obligation. Without the desire, and without the dedication – without a driven goal to get up and post something worthwhile – blogging becomes a chore.

And when blogging becomes a chore, it’s time to stop. With that in mind, Ed stopped.

Sure, my favorite litblogger has stopped litblogging (though the Bat Segundo podcasts will still be in full effect) in order to focus on his first love – writing. Well, at least it’s for a noble cause.

Good for you, Ed. I hope I am there someday. Best of luck from a tag-along.


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Issues Considered: Blogging, Books

Lucky number fourteen

December 17th, 2007

One win. Only thirteen games behind the Patriots now.

Well, so much for that.

I’ve been rooting for a hated rival to go undefeated. At the same time, I’ve been rooting for my team – the team I grew up following and still claim as my own – to lose every single one of their games. There is a curse, I’m convinced, that makes the Dolphins worse and worse every season. The Perfect Season Curse.

The only way to break it? A completely defeated season by the Dolphins, and an undefeated season by someone else.

Unfortunately, one part of that dream died today. The Dolphins beat the equally horrible (yet, in terms of wins, statistically better) Baltimore Ravens in overtime.

I’m sort of crushed. Now I really have nothing to root for.

Yet, at the same time, I feel bad for Ravens fans. How shitty must they feel?

On a more positive note – the Dolphins are only 13 games behind the Patriots for first in the AFC East!


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Issues Considered: Football, Miami Dolphins, Sports

Tradition knows no calendar

December 16th, 2007

Egg Rolls for ChristmasA few hours ago I found myself frying egg rolls. In a garage. While wearing a short sleeve shirt, a feminine looking apron and a set of jangling reindeer antlers. It was below freezing outside, and I was experiencing a man-made front, of sorts, with the heat from the Fry Daddy slamming against the cold of the winter air. I’m surprised I didn’t see clouds forming, or a miniature tornado.

It was Christmas Eve at Kerrie’s parents’ house. Or “Christmas Eve,” I guess – eight days early.

Every year for as long as I’ve been invited Kerrie’s parents have celebrated Christmas Eve in an odd, yet incredibly endearing way – hot sour soup, egg rolls and cream cheese wontons. Homemade, from scratch.

And for the last few years, I’ve been included in the fun, not just as a bystander but as a full combat participant: Honorary Fry Cook. It sounds illustrious, but really it means that once a year I don an apron and stand in a freezing cold garage, drinking beer and frying egg rolls and wantons while the family inside whips them together.

It seems like a dubious job, as if I’m being banished, but in all actuality it affords me a little time to myself – a beacon of quietude in an otherwise bustling family gathering. It allows me to gather my senses while still being a part of it all. The day nearly didn’t occur – a monstrous contingent of Kerrie’s family is descending upon Sioux Falls this Christmas, and a two-day über-event is scheduled over Christmas and Christmas Eve.

Which left no room for egg rolls. Which left all of us – especially Kerrie, who looks forward to the meal unlike any other – incredibly downtrodden.

So we had to reschedule. Egg rolls were coming early. And so was Christmas Eve.

In the past I have been an ardent supporter of celebrating the holidays on the holidays. Thanksgiving is the fourth Thursday in November, birthdays occur on the anniversary of a date of birth – there was little give. I didn’t do this on purpose, it’s just the way things happened. Why separate the holiday from it’s given date when we could make the attempt at visiting every single family member at once?

This meant when Christmas came around, Kerrie and I would rush from home to home – at least three families and one group of friends, if not more – in a marathon of eating and celebrating and exhausting merriment. I always figured this is how it would be. After all, it’s Christmas – and you celebrate Christmas on December 25th. Naturally.

Well, just as naturally, things change. As I’ve grown older I’ve realized what everyone already knew: celebration has no time-line. The holidays are called such because it doesn’t encompass just one day – it’s several, linked together Christmas celebrations, starting from the earliest work party to the last, post-Christmas bargain-induced capper.

So with Sierra in mind, our goal was to spread the Christmas cheer throughout the season, from the beginning of December until the end. Three families, once visited over a 36 hour period, are now neatly spaced, each deserving of their own day and each receiving it. Christmas doesn’t occur just on December 25th anymore – it’s December 22nd, 23rd, 24th and 25th.

And, for us, it was the 16th as well. As I stood shivering, contemplating the warmth of the boiling oil and considering warming my hands by shoving them deep in the Fry Daddy, I also considered the night itself. One form of Christmas Eve, come early. A tradition that couldn’t die simply because the schedule didn’t allow for it. It’s not the time, nor the place. It’s the people, and it’s the experience.

People, of course, are aware of time. We keep schedules, and make appointments, and run our day by the clock – an unfeeling measurement that has no regard for the true cycle of life.

But experience knows no bounds, and can spring from any available date. Which makes the occasion – any occasion, but especially an occasion with such a rich tradition – just as sweet. Regardless of what the calendar says.


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Let there be light

December 15th, 2007

As you can see, Sierra was fascinated with the Christmas lights.

Let there be LIGHT!

I can’t wait until she’s older and begins questioning everything.

“Dad, why do we put light on our house during the coldest time of the year, then take them down during the second coldest time of the year?”

“Good question. Go ask your mom.”


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Issues Considered: Sierra

The Week at Misc. Asst. – 12.14.07

December 14th, 2007

What’s been happening over at Misc. Asst. this past week?

I’m glad you asked!

12/11
Untitled” – Mirza
-A welcoming post, of sorts, for our world weary new member, Mirza. Sometimes, mistaken old memories turn into great new ones.

12/12
A Perplexing Paradigm” – Tevin
-The earth is flat? News to me.

And now you’ve been informed!


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Issues Considered: Blogging, Misc. Asst., Random

Beating a dead joke

December 13th, 2007

So Ike Turner died.

Leave it to the New York Post to come up with the most tasteless (but, admittedly, pretty funny) headline.

Ike “Beats” Tina to Death.

IKE ‘BEATS’ TINA TO DEATH
Reuters

December 13, 2007 — LOS ANGELES – Rock ‘n’ roll pioneer Ike Turner, who rose to fame in the 1950s and became a star performing with his ex-wife, Tina Turner, has died at age 76, said an official with the performer’s management company.

(Thanks to Ed Champion)


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Issues Considered: Journalism, Words