I haven’t kept a sketchbook consistently for a very long time. In college, they were like little illuminated pamphlets shared between friends – packed with different styles, trying out new things on every page. The year after I graduated from college, I started a company with friends, started calling myself a “Creative Director” and all...
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Oct 26, 2011 • I love magazines. I don’t have time to read them, but I deeply enjoy holding their shiny little booklet pages, looking at the big pictures, the advertisements. Since I skip most TV commercials, seeing magazine ads are sometimes the only way I can keep tabs on what’s being dumped on consumers at any given moment....
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Sep 22, 2011 • Comments Closed For the record, I really actually believe magic is real. Supernatural forces exist in some forms, for sure. I don’t know if there are aliens or ghosts or psychic things, but I know there’s more to it all than what I perceive with my eyes and can manipulate in my physical world. How do I...
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Sep 22, 2011 • Comments Closed I’ve been working on a couple design projects these past few months. Sometimes I complain (in my head) when I’m designing something. The truth is – if I’m the one doing it, it’s probably not getting the attention it needs at any given moment. But then in those other moments, when I’m lost in the...
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Sep 13, 2011 • Watching this season’s Niece episode of Louie on Sunday made me think something I don’t think about much as an adult. That strange little girl was me at 13. I was more happy-go-lucky and social, but I was weird. I went weird at 11. I left for Summer camp that year a normal kid and...
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Sep 12, 2011 • I haven’t always had it easy. Who has? I take that back. I actually have ALWAYS had it easy. Easier than almost everyone ever. I’ve been spared nearly all imaginable traumas, I have marketable talents, my parents are alive, people enjoy my company, I’m deeply in love with a beautiful wife and I have healthy...
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Sep 11, 2011 • I’ve been on edge all day. It felt familiar – perking up at every siren… shit did they hit us again?? What WOULD be the best evacuation route? And where would we go? North, I guess. Every day after 9/11 – for at least a full year – I’d wonder, “will it be today??” Shit....
