maim-tag

This week I was at a conference. And at this conference, I received an interactive name-tag. This interactive name-tag was to be the bane of my existence for the next three days. First of all, the name-tag was interactive. Let’s be clear: I can barely stand interacting with people at conferences. Now I have to interact with name-tags, too? The name-tag had my agenda in it. Handy, you might think. This would be extremely handy if it, say, could be accessed at whim. Unfortunately, the interface was so slow as to be infuriating. It took several seconds for the accelerometer to turn the thing on, then another 30-40 seconds to get the buttons to respond. Plus the thing was the size of a TV remote control, clunky and uncomfortable on a lanyard around the...

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