Live hairy crabs, cupcakes, acne medication, a real live person who hands out sweets.
See also this ticket machine in Japan, where pressing the "help" button leads to an attendant appearing from a tiny hidden door. I can't figure out whether this video is real or not.
Beautiful vending machines that sell fresh salads. (Made for office lobbies.)
The Auto Store...
Versatile and modular, ASC provides a retail platform that can be easily adapted to any retail environment, integrating sales and smart locker compartments.
Smart lockers are smart. See Doddle which now has concessions at train stations, allowing for e-commerce click and collect -- and also returns.
See also: The short story vending machine in Paris. Uses a receipt printer.
And not forgetting that the modern paperback was popularised by Penguin, together with a new form of distribution and the ability to sell books outside traditional bookshops.
More than a hundred and eighty million books were printed in the United States in 1939, the year de Graff introduced Pocket Books, but there were only twenty-eight hundred bookstores to sell them in. There were, however, more than seven thousand newsstands, eighteen thousand cigar stores, fifty-eight thousand drugstores, and sixty-two thousand lunch counters—not to mention train and bus stations.
The mass-market paperback was therefore designed to be displayed in wire racks that could be conveniently placed in virtually any retail space.
I like this:
You can’t tell a book by its cover, but you can certainly sell one that way.
An old vending machine is reprogrammed to release free snacks only when search terms relating to the recession make the headlines on the BBC News RSS feed.
Related: Tim Hunkin's Novelty Automation:
A new London arcade of satirical home-made machines -- and if you haven't visited already (it's near Holborn) you must, you must.
The following written using The Most Dangerous Writing App which deletes everything unless you type continuously for 5 minutes, on 29 February 2016 at 19:05. You get 5 seconds grace. Discoveries are made. Output follows.
This reminds me of that game on Radio 4 where you have to speak continuously for one minute, with no hesitation, deviation, or repetition. Except here I don't this repetition matters. It's all about not stopping.
Which means maybe it's more like the movie Speed with Keanu Reeves where he couldn't slow the bus down below whatever it was, 40 mph, or otherwise it would blow up.
Or maybe, it occurs to me, it's more like that neuroscience experiment where you try to say as many difficult challenges as possible for a whole minute. And the effort of that results in more blood flow to the brain, and because that's already a large amount of your oxygen usage anyway, that's detectable, and your head should be warmer, or you end up breathing faster, or something like that.
I don't remember.
The weird thing with this experiment is that it's not the paragraphs that are hard to figure out. I have enough time while I'm typing to choose something that comes next.
No. The problem is this:
It's when I get halfway through a sentence and I don't know exactly how to phrase what I way to say. So I usually pause for a second, delete, choose a different word. Or pause for longer, and in that gap go back and want to revise the previous sentence.
Which breaks my flow state. When I get lost in a particular word - a stutter if you like - I stop being able to think of what's happening in the next paragraph.
I feel that there's a lesson here in how I write usually.
Notes, discovered at this point 4 minutes in, that I need to remember for later, about how to write more fluently without using this app:
I've got to 5 minutes now, which is the stopping point, and already I found I have revised this sentence by deleting its second clause; I have gone back and added point 3 above which wasn't there before; I am pausing slightly to second guess myself.
So, lessons. Time to stop.
Looking back on what I wrote a week ago, I boil it down to this:
Writing and editing are separate tasks, and I should approach in different ways and at different times.
I was only able to see this after finding flow for, what, four minutes. And this category of ideas that are only visible after some period of time, or some kind of journey... this is interesting to me.
I've been reading about scoring centuries in cricket and there's something resonant for me in those stories about getting to the magic 100: An individual game, every ball the same as the last but somehow not; a score made run by run. Don't think about the 100 when you start, just start. Every ball on its merits. Even the greats remind themselves to watch the ball every time one is bowled. You can't score runs from the pavilion.