Everyone you’ve ever met has a copy of a file. A file that was created the moment you met. It’s updated each time you see or speak to them. In it are your personality, your likes & dislikes, hobbies and habits. And if long periods of time pass before you…
I knew we were in a dream as soon as I couldn’t remember what I did earlier that day. But then again, that’s been happening more often lately in waking hours too. Maybe I couldn’t be so sure. …
Why I Abandoned Learning to Code, or, How I Learned to Love Art Again
Freelancing is a treacherous journey and sometimes it can feel like you’re navigating blind. When clues of storms on the horizon suggest a change in heading…
Ok, I’ll spare you the sailing the open seas metaphors.
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So there’s a guy. And he’s walking to the laundromat. Things are all bright and vibrant. He’s smiling because he feels that way when he’s in touch with the universe. Everything just feels right. It’s not that the hues of the world were shifted up passed 100% — supersaturated —…
Over the summer, on my way home to Astoria, I transferred from the 7 at Queensboro Plaza, climbed the stairs, and waited for the next N. It was hot and there was a noticeable irritation on the platform over the lack of trains. I put my duffle bag down and…
Let’s skip the intro and dive right in, shall we?
Shave. Yes. That’s right. Shave. The goal here is to begin this endeavor with a solid foundation. Have you ever been to the Apple Store to troubleshoot your iPhone or Mac and had a technician suggest that you get a…
How many times has someone expressed that you are “so talented” when looking at your work? Those individuals that tell you that you were “blessed by God” or some other higher power, or that you must get these abilities from your “lineage”, or that it somehow has to do with…
There have been a few projects I’ve been working on this year so far that I’m ecstatic to see through to the end and share with you all. I hinted at one or two in a tweet prior to the new year and many of you told me that you…
Another Summer has come… and so far… gone. Here I am in my just-over-500-sq.-ft. studio wondering if I’ll be able to even get outside for a few minutes, let alone repair this awful tan of mine that I’ve lost since I moved from Florida. What might I be talking about…
When I’m in a room, I’m black; I’m white. The room itself is black and white. At work, at home, at a bar; its all black and white. Everything is monochrome. Sure, there is color, but its all the same. I feel immediate.
But when I’m at the beach, I’m…
