That’s a wrap. I wrote script and directed design and animation for new cloud product video.
Just wrapped up this boxing-themed video for ProContractor by Viewpoint (Compete with the Heavyweights) campaign. Wrote the script and handled creative director duties to see this through to the end. Definitely different in the construction software space. Check it out.
Our Portland Story is a community story project featuring selected local writers and designers. The latest volume took nearly 3 years to complete but I’m proud to have been selected as part of this great project. My writing was paired up with a local designer’s interpretation of the story and despite the somewhat frightening illustration of my face, I think the essence of the story was captured beautifully. Books are available in Portland area bookstores and online.
Click on image at left to read the story.
I just finished reading William Todd Schultz’s Torment Saint, the poignant, sad, troubled biography of Elliott Smith. To borrow a well-worn title from another less tragic contemporary (David Eggers), Smith’s music and legacy is truly the Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius. Of course the tales of depression, drug abuse, and sad lyrics are nothing new to anyone familiar with the myth of Elliott Smith, but as I turned each page of the book, I realized that Smith is someone I would have liked – even with his insufferable self-loathing. Clearly this was another case of an artist who enjoyed making art for art’s sake and when that art was co-opted for mass consumption and all the pitfalls that accompany corporate success, it was simply too heavy to handle – insert Kurt Cobain here.
Support local NW surfboard shapers on October 3rd. Boards, beers, art and music. Great event.
I was in Nashville, TN this week and had an opportunity to check out world famous Hatch Show Print. I stared in awe at all the classic posters on the walls dating back to the late 1800′s. The art of letter press is still alive and well there with classic Nashville show posters for Johnny Cash, Ernest Tubbs and Patsy Cline hung next to some of today’s most influential indie artists. Large metal plates containing all the fonts, letters and numbers were stacked high on the shelves around the space and the smell of fresh ink was in the air. It was a glorious assault on the senses.
No matter how far we push technology into the world of design, nothing compares to the art of handmade prints cranked out from the large, creaky bowels of a steel press. Long live Hatch.
So I took a spin in this sweet 1970 Mustang Mach 1 with a smallblock 351 today at lunch. I’m still drooling on my shirt.
I’ve been feeling old lately. This is really the first time I’ve felt that way since most people tell me I look way younger than my actual birthdays. Looks aside (yes, the gray hairs are there and my mug is a bit more lined than when I was 30), I’m feeling older because I’m getting grumpier. And more sore every morning. And complacent. Oh man, that complacency thing is a real kick in the shorts. I’m an active guy, someone who grows restless just by sitting still for a few hours. If the phone isn’t ringing by 8 am on a Saturday morning to go do the countless things that satisfy my soul – rock climbing, mountain biking, snowboarding, skateboarding, surfing – I’m an anxious mess. Or at least that’s how I used to be. Now, I look forward to sleeping in, going out to breakfast or mowing the lawn. Seriously, what the…
I’m having my first child in less than a month…a boy, in fact. Like any father-to-be, I’m going through a range of thoughts, worries and anxious moments. I’m not sleeping very well and I’m already tired from anticipation and uncertainty. This of course, is not a good situation since months of true sleeplessness are just around the corner. Everyone says, “Get plenty of rest now, because you’ll need it when the baby arrives.” Thanks for the sage advice folks but I’d love to know how y’all caught Z’s with your baby ready to join the population in four weeks. Truth is, my sleepless nights are nothing compared to my wife, Samantha’s frustrating nighttime struggles. With 30 extra pounds up front, an intense urge to pee every 20 minutes, minimal position options and an active little boy routinely kicking 30 yard goals in her belly, sleeping is a chore at best.