*Note: I'm not currently accepting freelance gigs--building Purpose Portfolio has me pretty much at capacity :) Thanks for your interest, and feel free to drop me a line if I can help find the right designer for your project. `sj
From where I sit, veiled—or even cleverly disguised—self-promotion is not only pointless, it’s annoying. The best work I’ve seen in this vein simply shouts “Hey! Over here! I’m amazing! Go ahead, beg me to work for you."
Aside from the fact that all exceptional work leaves me one part inspired, one part debased, and one part crazed with jealousy, really amazing concepts coupled with flawless executions (like this one) also leave me at a sort of loss for words.
I had bilateral knee surgery Tuesday afternoon and have since been enjoying a whole new view of life—namely the patch of blue sky above the dumpster outside the bay window, through the frame of my bandaged feet propped on the arm of the couch.
It seems in the eyes of these individuals, the Webster’s entry for “freelancer" looks something like this: free.lanc.er ['frE-"lan(t)-s&r] noun : a quasi professional whose sub-par portfolio and mediocre intelligence preclude gainful, let alone enviable employment.
Someday, I am going to have a library. And I mean a library—floor-to-ceiling set-in shelves with a rolling ladder. The collection may not be first editions, they may not be leather bound. Heck, by then, they may not even be printed (what a shame that would be.) But they will be good.
I am a print designer. My eyes glaze over at the mention of CSS. I can count the lines of code I’ve ever written on two hands (to count the lines of clean code, I don’t even need hands). I can never remember what HTML stands for and if there’s a “web standards" segment somewhere in this site, it’s a safe bet I haven’t read it—and certainly didn’t write it. Honestly, I don’t program because I don’t like it.
