Because it’s late on a Friday night and I’m not sleeping, here’s a belated second helping of that thing I started and now kind of regret. Last time got a bit out of hand, what with the whole 18-years-in-one-go thing, so this one’s limited to the four (or so) years I was in college at
No big thing here, except to link over to the AIGA SB website where I did a recap of our chapter’s 2013 events and happenings during my second year on the board as Communications Director. It’s been a blast and should continue to be in 2014 too!
So when I said I’d begin the “Suburban Bizarre” series “tomorrow” I apparently meant “over a month later,” but really, who cares? Obviously I’m less interested in writing about all this stuff ever since I actually finished the full image for “Personal Pop Music History,” but that’s only a detail from it above. See, I
So, my latest pseudo-design time-suck is now complete: I made a cluttered montage of pop music album covers, loosely based on when and how much they infiltrated my ears, that covers most of my life (roughly 1983-2013, because I don’t really remember much from before I was 6). There are no Big Important Reasons to
The Bass Player’s Theory of Design: parallels between the art of music and the art of design, at the User Experience Brainstorm blog: …many of the techniques I learned as an amateur musician have translated, almost perfectly intact, to my career as a designer and developer: staying inspired, overcoming blocks, creative compromise, dealing with criticism,
Yep, that’s right—despite happily calling Ventura home for the last nine years, I have yet to do these nine quintessentially Ventura things: Hike up to Two Trees. I’m not much of a hiker anyway, though. Play some rounds at Golf n’ Stuff. Can’t remember the last time I played mini-golf, actually. See a play at the Rubicon Theatre. I’ve
My “practice novel” The Weapon of Young Gods is just about a year old (self-published July 2, 2012), so here’s some Instagram pics by the irrepressible Jennie Jacobs that inflated my ego at the time: 1) Joya Thomas, clearly anticipating an epic read, at the Cliff House Inn, Ventura, and 2) Kyle Phillips, obviously profoundly
They say “never design with black,” but I say “it’s Friday night after a long week, and this is still America, damn it.” But yeah, if I could do the Honey White live album cover designs all over again, I’d probably go a lot simpler, with less freaky Photoshop filter silliness. Live and learn, I
Theseus and Ariadne, from an old edition of Mary Renault’s novel “The King Must Die.” More about these crazy kids later. What does a creative dead-end sound like? What about writer’s block? What’s the musical equivalent of scraping the bottom of your own mental barrel? Not to get melodramatic, but that’s basically what this final,
First and last attempt to write a Christmas song lyric. Definitely a limited audience for this little toss-off. I also remember getting my hand crushed by Alexis Bonnell’s boyfriend, but maybe that was a different night.