Why I don’t ride bikes

Some days life is just hard — work hours are long, the bills all come at once and your thoughts take a fraction longer than they should.

And some days, you’re cruising along having the time of your life and BAM! This is why I don’t ride bikes (1:15).

Spokey dokes

I do not have fond memories of my first bike.

Learning to ride a bicycle at an early age is a trial many children must face; to fail is to stand helplessly-by on footpaths of the social abyss as potential life-long companions joyously pedal away towards friendship horizons.

Thank you teachers

Anyone who imparts knowledge is a teacher, be it life skills from a parent, inspiration from a hero, goals from a coach, values from a mate, or even friendship from a neighbour.

But it is the traditional teachers that are there for us, filling and consolidating all…

Designing the future

I grew up watching a show called “Towards 2000”. At the time, I didn’t own any hand-held game systems, let alone the NES, let alone a computer. A friend’s dad had an IBM and it was the most wonderful device I had ever seen.

Wizards are OP

If there’s one universally accepted truth in fantasy role-playing games, it is that wizards are overpowered.

Do not mistaken the long beard, the deceptive guise of forgetfulness, the pale skin or the outlandish robes for a doddering fool — no, only a foolish, fool-hardy…

Standing up

As a child, I believed my family was typical.

Not in the suburban 80s Aussie Mum, Dad, two kids and a dog kind-of-way, but in the notion that a parent would be there, do anything, and be proud of their children.

Simply

I was recently tackling a design problem — to create an icon set for use as digital navigation. The problem was, as hard as I tried, I found it difficult to distill the core message into a few simple lines.

We live in a world where the overwhelming message is ‘more’. Each iteration of…

Careful what you wish for

Towards the latter part of this year, I wished upon many shiny things for the year to be over. Now, as I stare down the fading days to next year, I find myself hoping these last moments will just tick over with unnatural dawdle.