The Smudged Glass Door

Staring through the glass-now featuring a subtle, greasy smudge of my own failure-at a room full of people who are currently 42 minutes deep into a debate about the “emotional resonance” of a hex code. I just walked into the sliding door. My forehead is pulsing at a steady 72 beats per minute. The air in the room is stale, smelling of over-roasted coffee and the kind of desperation that only surfaces when people are trying to look busy to avoid doing something important. We are looking at a shade of blue for a button on a website page that exactly 2 users visited last month.

I’m sitting here, dazed and slightly concussed, wondering why we are so obsessed with the micro while the macro is actively on fire. We are A/B testing the font size of the deck chairs on the Titanic while the iceberg is currently 122 meters away and gaining speed. It’s a collective hallucination. We call it “optimization.” I call it a defense mechanism against the terrifying ambiguity of having a real strategy.

The Data Shield

[The data is a shield, not a sword.] We treat data as a character in our stories, but we usually cast it as the hero when it’s actually just the guy holding the boom mic. We look at 32 different metrics every morning, and we feel a sense of control. If the bounce rate drops by 2 percent, we throw a party. But if you zoom out, the entire industry is shifting under our feet.

The Soul in Imperfection

Oscar W.J. showed me a sign from 1952 last week. The neon tube had a tiny flicker, a slight impurity in the gas. He said, “See that? That’s the soul. You can’t optimize that.” We are so afraid of the flicker that we’re replacing everything with soul-less perfection.

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If I make it perfect, it looks like a cheap LED from a big-box store. Some friction is good. Friction is how we stay grounded. It’s how we know we’re moving.

If they don’t think, they don’t remember. If they don’t remember, we don’t exist to them. We’ve become obsessed with removing “friction.” Every click is a sin. But I’d rather have a lump on my head the size of a 2-cent coin from hitting a real door than live in a perfectly optimized blur.

The Loop of Denial

We talk about “personalization” but we offer people the same 12 choices they’ve already seen. We talk about “innovation” while we copy the same 2 features our competitors launched 32 weeks ago. I optimized my closet full of clothes that didn’t fit me anymore.

Seeing the Scope

When you look at places that actually understand the big picture, they don’t sweat the small stuff until the big stuff is a mountain. They focus on the variety, the depth, the fundamental reason why a person is there. Take an entity like

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The Optimized Cage

We’ve optimized our way into a cage of our own making. We need to stop asking if the button should be blue. We need to start asking if the button should even exist. We need to stop A/B testing our way to mediocrity and start failing our way toward something meaningful.

I’ll go home and look at my 2 cats. They don’t optimize anything. They just exist, with all their friction and imperfections and weirdness.

The Legacy of Mistakes

Checking the Hull

Optimization is a tool, not a destination. If you use a hammer to build a house that’s on a sinkhole, it doesn’t matter how well you hit the nails. It’s time we stopped polishing the brass and started checking the hull.

I’m leaving now. I’ll make sure to use the handle this time. I’m going to go find a 1922-style sign and just stare at it for a while. I want to see the flicker. I want to remember what it’s like to care about the thing itself, not just the way people interact with the thing.