*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
It seems unreasonable to me to leave an audience cheering, and crying, on its feet and then expect them to somehow dig up, search out, or invent the means to make a difference. It seems unfair to generate that kind of energy without providing an actionable channel for it.
I got glasses last weekend. After weeks of leaning across aisles to whisper to classmates; "can you read that!?" months of feeling like a dolt because I couldn't seem to navigate this new town, and years of going to bed with a splitting headache any time I watched a movie, I finally went in for an eye exam.
I may be ruined again, unable to simply attend a class for the rest of my life, but I left traffic school energized, optimistic, and busily criss-crossing connections to coursework, experiences, and plans for the future. Oh, and I am probably less likely to speed on 9th South.
At least 70% of the questions posed to my father by a person under the age of 10 will be answered one of three ways; "I love you," "17," or "Go look it up."
1st question, 1st day of class: place the fields of design along a continuum from ARTSY to TECHNICAL. We discussed, debated, proposed ideas and shot them down, and finally agreed on the following criterion; If a professional were forced to FAIL in one of these two areas, which would they most likely choose?
"Write a blog post" has been [near the bottom] on my personal task list for several weeks now, but only after some gentle prodding from a friend did I consider WHY it wasn't getting done. I was afraid.
Branding | New logotype and mark for a local no-kill shelter's puppy adoption program
"Oh! You've got to read this! It's beautiful! especially if you're in love." I am not in love, but it was beautiful. And I left his office fairly sparkling with creative energy and a renewed zest for life, love and everything in between.
Not sure if one can technically recant something that's never been formally stated, but I'm doing it. I hereby recant at least 40% of the malicious thoughts, derisive glances and scoffing mutters I've flicked at the retreating figures of unsuspecting consultants during my (still almost laughably short) sojourn in the corporate world.
I'd tunneled a good distance through said mountain, up to my elbows in suds, when I suddenly caught my reflection [no joke] in the side of an overturned stock pot and realized I was washing dishes in high heels and pearls.
I am a miserable failure at blogging! ... not all that stunning at commitment either :)
I spent a good deal of time as a child tagging along behind my Dad as he framed houses, repaired cars, installed plumbing etc. In fact, given my height at the time, I have much more vivid memories of the carpenter's tool-belt he wore than I do of his face.
