I spent some time with my camera in the far off, exotic location of my backyard this evening doing some flower studies that I’d like to share with you. Each thumbnail links to a retina wallpaper image. Enjoy!
Last weekend, Jake and I and a few of our closest friends went to see a movie that Jake had put on our radar only a few days before. And we fucking loved it. Based on a short story, Arrival is by far one of the best movies I’ve seen in years. Honestly, I can’t speak…
I don’t know what I can say that hasn’t already been said by pundits, analysts, moderately more active bloggers than I, and comedians around the world. We’re fucked.
Today is World Mental Health Day, you can find more information at the WHO’s website as well as at the World Federation for Mental Health’s website. For people like me, who face debilitating mental health challenges, it can be very hard to address and discuss issues surrounding mental health. There’s a lot of social stigma and…
When you fetishize art and design like a hung-over, first year sculpture student trying to justify his shitty midterm project in front of his professor and a room full of students, you make us all look like pretentious assholes. “We have created a product that is the most deliberate evolution of our original founding design.” What?! “…each refinement serves to bring absolute unity and efficiency to the design.” Give me a fucking break, dude.
At first, my reaction to the idea was surprise and amused denial, but as the conversation has progressed I’ve come to see it as an incredible opportunity. This is something that I’ve discussed with my doctors, agonized over privately, talked about with friends and family, completely abandoned, and returned to repeatedly for months. Adopting and utilizing a service dog, it should be obvious, is not a decision I have approached lightly.
This week I received word that a project I produced last year won two creative awards, taking home bronze and gold placements in the Horizon Interactive Awards and Hermes Creative awards, respectively!
Looking at the candidates for the Republican nomination for President is like sifting through the broken and discarded fragments of reject crayons in a pre-K arts and crafts classroom. Sure, there appear to be a few bright and shining colors lurking amongst the rancid baby food greens and doodoo browns, but on closer inspection even these turn out to be nothing more than useless stubs of tapioca mauve hiding inside a day glow cyan wrapper.