Original written on Facebook: Tuesday, July 29, 2008 at 12:20am
Let's put it this way. Design isn't all about business. See, business doesn't speak. Art speaks.
Business's have something to say to you. Their language comes in many different forms. The most important is Art. Design. When they want that to be spoken, they don't know how to say it. Where's the trusted opinion?
They have many things to convey. Purpose. Meaning. Emotion. But you know that. That's the simple part. The real task is finding out what those are and conveying that through art. I can do that.
If you go to a country that speaks Spanish, you'll need a translator. (Unless you know the language or are going to study). Who do you trust? Yourself and your knowledge? Or that person who has that passion, and experience, and that knowledge?
You won't know what you want until it is given to you. It's the business behind the most successful. Steve Jobbs of Apple. Shigiru Myamoto, the creative visionary behind Nintendo, Ltd. Russell Davies, writer of the last four successful seasons of Doctor Who. The most successful Science Fiction show in Modern Day Television. Suck on that clients.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Hmmm. Waiting. (The Limbo Edition)
Original written on Facebook: Friday, July 25, 2008 at 12:34am
We've all learned patience in waiting for things. The release of some new CD. I remember waiting for Viva La Vida. Or maybe a movie. The wait for The Dark Knight was long. But very worth it. Stellar movie. I remember waiting for the November release of the Nintendo Wii. That one was interesting, 'cause we were all waiting to find out WHEN it came out. When that was revealed, then it was the long and dreadful, sometimes heated wait for that one.
It all seems so trivial. So unimportant. So, then there was super things, things that people pass over without a second thought. The passage into High School. Your first kiss. So worth the wait.
Then of course there's things like Graduation from High school. Some people never get to see that. The first time you fall in love. That is something I'll never forget. Ever. I thought it'd be a while. So that one isn't so hard. Sometimes waiting is fun.
The list continues as does life. Those rites of passage people are aware of and know about. Once passed, people take from them many things. Lessons and friends. Friends we'll never ever forget.
I think the hardest, is something I've waited eighteen years for. Nineteen. Nineteen years of my life always looking ahead to this moment in my life. Spending time questioning the choice. yes or no. Should I stay, or should I go. A year ago that choice was obvious. When I was a child I sang songs about it. With my friends. My wee little friends in Sunday school. Some of them haven't made it this far. Some of them have chosen differently. Some of my fellow soldiers have fallen. But I'm here.
I'm finally here. Nineteen years of waiting to one of the most important things I'll ever do. The opportunity I have is priceless. Some call it sacrifice. I call it blessing. A rich blessing with many more in store. After Nineteen years of preparing. Nineteen years of trials and growth. I'm waiting. Waiting to open the mailbox and get that letter. Signed by the Prophet. Addressing me by Elder. That day is fast approaching. That day will be Golden. That day, one day, is one worth waiting for. Because I know it's true.
We've all learned patience in waiting for things. The release of some new CD. I remember waiting for Viva La Vida. Or maybe a movie. The wait for The Dark Knight was long. But very worth it. Stellar movie. I remember waiting for the November release of the Nintendo Wii. That one was interesting, 'cause we were all waiting to find out WHEN it came out. When that was revealed, then it was the long and dreadful, sometimes heated wait for that one.
It all seems so trivial. So unimportant. So, then there was super things, things that people pass over without a second thought. The passage into High School. Your first kiss. So worth the wait.
Then of course there's things like Graduation from High school. Some people never get to see that. The first time you fall in love. That is something I'll never forget. Ever. I thought it'd be a while. So that one isn't so hard. Sometimes waiting is fun.
The list continues as does life. Those rites of passage people are aware of and know about. Once passed, people take from them many things. Lessons and friends. Friends we'll never ever forget.
I think the hardest, is something I've waited eighteen years for. Nineteen. Nineteen years of my life always looking ahead to this moment in my life. Spending time questioning the choice. yes or no. Should I stay, or should I go. A year ago that choice was obvious. When I was a child I sang songs about it. With my friends. My wee little friends in Sunday school. Some of them haven't made it this far. Some of them have chosen differently. Some of my fellow soldiers have fallen. But I'm here.
I'm finally here. Nineteen years of waiting to one of the most important things I'll ever do. The opportunity I have is priceless. Some call it sacrifice. I call it blessing. A rich blessing with many more in store. After Nineteen years of preparing. Nineteen years of trials and growth. I'm waiting. Waiting to open the mailbox and get that letter. Signed by the Prophet. Addressing me by Elder. That day is fast approaching. That day will be Golden. That day, one day, is one worth waiting for. Because I know it's true.
Kansas City
Original written on Facebook: Saturday, June 21, 2008 at 6:00pm
Never been. I'm not scared, or excited. Mainly anxious. To see how things will go. Whether or not I have what it takes to make it worth all that money. All the time sacrificed by the people I care about. People who care about me.
Things are going to be missed. My bed, as always. The comfort of my home. The things I love to eat that are usually readily available. I think, that the most shocking thing to me is imagining not having the warming company of those closest to my heart.
I lied, I am scared. Maybe scared isn't the right word. Maybe I'm just lost as to what I'll find or expect. Maybe I don't want to push the people in my life right now out, and have new ones forced in.
Well, I lied again. I am excited. I get to do what I love. I have the opportunity to practice it. And share it. Maybe even come home with something more than what I left with. Maybe I'll get to find new things to love to eat. Maybe I'll find a love of new people. Maybe I shouldn't be scared.
We all know that's impossible. Home for some is nice to leave. Sometimes people don't care when they'll get back. Even knowing is worth forgetting just to enjoy and have that time pass well. Fast isn't fun. You'll wonder where that time went. Just well. And the time I have left must pass well as well.
The point is, I started typing this about my trip to Kansas City. I'm competing. But maybe it's not about that at all. Maybe... just maybe... I'm thinking more about leaving home for two years. Two years. Home. Gone. Korben. Gone. Rachael. Mom, and Dad. Gone. Eric. Gone. Leslie... gone. I can only pray that when the time comes, I'll have the heart not to cry.
But really. Don't feel bad for me. I mean I sound like it's expected, but I'll be okay. I'm on the right side.
I'm not excited about leaving. I'm excited about going
Never been. I'm not scared, or excited. Mainly anxious. To see how things will go. Whether or not I have what it takes to make it worth all that money. All the time sacrificed by the people I care about. People who care about me.
Things are going to be missed. My bed, as always. The comfort of my home. The things I love to eat that are usually readily available. I think, that the most shocking thing to me is imagining not having the warming company of those closest to my heart.
I lied, I am scared. Maybe scared isn't the right word. Maybe I'm just lost as to what I'll find or expect. Maybe I don't want to push the people in my life right now out, and have new ones forced in.
Well, I lied again. I am excited. I get to do what I love. I have the opportunity to practice it. And share it. Maybe even come home with something more than what I left with. Maybe I'll get to find new things to love to eat. Maybe I'll find a love of new people. Maybe I shouldn't be scared.
We all know that's impossible. Home for some is nice to leave. Sometimes people don't care when they'll get back. Even knowing is worth forgetting just to enjoy and have that time pass well. Fast isn't fun. You'll wonder where that time went. Just well. And the time I have left must pass well as well.
The point is, I started typing this about my trip to Kansas City. I'm competing. But maybe it's not about that at all. Maybe... just maybe... I'm thinking more about leaving home for two years. Two years. Home. Gone. Korben. Gone. Rachael. Mom, and Dad. Gone. Eric. Gone. Leslie... gone. I can only pray that when the time comes, I'll have the heart not to cry.
But really. Don't feel bad for me. I mean I sound like it's expected, but I'll be okay. I'm on the right side.
I'm not excited about leaving. I'm excited about going
Only Four Days Left...
Originally written on Facebook: Thursday, May 8, 2008 at 7:58pm
It's weird. This whole turn around thing. Sometimes I ask myself where it all went. Then I look in the mirror.
I'm completing my undergraduate education in mere days. This is a feeling I've never had. It's intertwined with ohers. So wierd.
"A man whose gaze bends ever backward cannot hope to find his way forward." -Basch
I cannot help but gaze back. I'm done. Finally. I finished. But's it's far from over. I feel as if my life is ending and starting all over again. It's so shocking and scary at the same time. You'd think I'd feel relieved but for some strange reason...I'm not.
Everything routine and constant will change forever and I don't think I've prepared enough to accept that. I've procastinated and it's tearing me apart. I'm so excited about my future but I want to take it slow. Time is forcing its deadline upon me and I'm suffering the consequences.
What a wierd feeling. All who've experienced this probably laugh. I would too. But I'm here right now and it is shaking my grounds.
I can find peace in the fact that I know I have people that care about me and will be there for me no matter what. I love those people. They know who they are just as they know I care for them unconditionally. I wil never forget.
In three months, I'm gone. In two years, I'm back. A month later, I'm gone again. Where will home be then? I love being home.
It's weird. This whole turn around thing. Sometimes I ask myself where it all went. Then I look in the mirror.
I'm completing my undergraduate education in mere days. This is a feeling I've never had. It's intertwined with ohers. So wierd.
"A man whose gaze bends ever backward cannot hope to find his way forward." -Basch
I cannot help but gaze back. I'm done. Finally. I finished. But's it's far from over. I feel as if my life is ending and starting all over again. It's so shocking and scary at the same time. You'd think I'd feel relieved but for some strange reason...I'm not.
Everything routine and constant will change forever and I don't think I've prepared enough to accept that. I've procastinated and it's tearing me apart. I'm so excited about my future but I want to take it slow. Time is forcing its deadline upon me and I'm suffering the consequences.
What a wierd feeling. All who've experienced this probably laugh. I would too. But I'm here right now and it is shaking my grounds.
I can find peace in the fact that I know I have people that care about me and will be there for me no matter what. I love those people. They know who they are just as they know I care for them unconditionally. I wil never forget.
In three months, I'm gone. In two years, I'm back. A month later, I'm gone again. Where will home be then? I love being home.
3 Months (v2)
Written originally on Facebook: Sunday, May 4, 2008 at 7:43pm
I'm leaving. Gone. Another land. 2 years. 2 flippin years and I'm scared.
I'm really excited about it, but it's definitely bitter-sweet. Learning a new language. Meeting tons of cool people. Wearing a good looking suit everyday. Seeing the world. How could I not be excited sharing what I love to the rest of the world?
I'm leaving so much and coming back to who knows what. Everyone'll be in college when I get back. Two years ahead of me. I'll be older. Possibly taller. Shorter hair. It's so scary to confront change in the face and shout at the top of you lungs: "I'M READY!"
Michael came back from Chile. Derek from Hungary. Chris is in England. Adam is in Beunos Aires with Kirk. Phillip is in Mdagascar. Preston is in Idaho. Chad is in Colorado. Jimmy's on his way to Arizona. Who know's where I'm going. If it's close, cool. I'll have an easier time keeping in touch. If it's far, still cool. I get to learn a new language. See another culture. Whatever.
If what I'm doing is right, which I know with an undeniable surity that it is, then I will be blessed and there is no need to worry about afterwards. I just have to pray and hope that I'll know whatever happens was for a reason.
I'm leaving. Gone. Another land. 2 years. 2 flippin years and I'm scared.
I'm really excited about it, but it's definitely bitter-sweet. Learning a new language. Meeting tons of cool people. Wearing a good looking suit everyday. Seeing the world. How could I not be excited sharing what I love to the rest of the world?
I'm leaving so much and coming back to who knows what. Everyone'll be in college when I get back. Two years ahead of me. I'll be older. Possibly taller. Shorter hair. It's so scary to confront change in the face and shout at the top of you lungs: "I'M READY!"
Michael came back from Chile. Derek from Hungary. Chris is in England. Adam is in Beunos Aires with Kirk. Phillip is in Mdagascar. Preston is in Idaho. Chad is in Colorado. Jimmy's on his way to Arizona. Who know's where I'm going. If it's close, cool. I'll have an easier time keeping in touch. If it's far, still cool. I get to learn a new language. See another culture. Whatever.
If what I'm doing is right, which I know with an undeniable surity that it is, then I will be blessed and there is no need to worry about afterwards. I just have to pray and hope that I'll know whatever happens was for a reason.
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