Dogs make a sound that is considered laughing in the canine world…studies have shown that hearing this sound makes other dogs happy as well. When Lucy got her new squeaky newspaper, her laugh was immediate, and I think you can tell.
During a recent basement cleaning, I came upon my childhood button collection. Looking at my buttons from days gone by, I wondered…would they reveal anything about my childhood that I had forgotten? Would they say anything about my current state, 20 years later? Given the current button craze, how would my buttons stack up? Was it time to finally purge my button collection, two decades too late?
Any which way, I wanted to spend a little more time with my buttons, so I compiled my favorites (namely, the ones I actually remember) into a mini-autobiography…see the full collection.
Now that summer is firmly in place we decided to take a road trip and enjoy a movie at the drive-in with a few friends. Even though we arrived over an hour early (and on a Sunday, no less), the lot was nearly full when we got there.
While creating some watercolor shapes for another project I got frustrated and started randomly throwing water and ink onto sheet after sheet. The result looked like a 3rd grade classroom had been let loose in an art supply closet for the colorblind, but the details seem to rise above the initial awkwardness of my untrained hand. Give your mistakes a second chance, I guess?
Microwave mishaps don’t always involve a stack of CD’s, a ball of tinfoil, or a cow stuck in the stairwell. Sometimes they just involve a vintage pyrex dish and some over-ambitious gravy. Hey, it’s Monday and my mind is in a pork-induced haze from my mother force feeding me pork ribs all weekend long.
Check out the full process of raising my hip factor via a mustache-on-a-finger-on-a-stick.
For the past six weeks I’ve been contracting on-site at Ziba, a multi-disciplinary firm here in Portland. Six weeks is as good as marriage in the freelance world, so I took full advantage of their awesome new HQ building and learning from the plethora of interesting people who work there.
The project I was put on was very interesting, but unfortunately mum is the word. In fact, here is a recreation of the confidentiality agreement I signed. Continue reading “Ziba: A Not-So-Sordid Exposé”
Like most kids I collected various things throughout my childhood, including stuffed animals, horse figurines, knives with antler handles, stamps, and a button collection. Most of my collections were given away or sold at garage sales over the years as they lost meaning or garnered scorn for their age inappropriateness (although I still keep my prize horses boxed up in the basement). Somehow, my button collection escaped the purging episodes of my mother, myself, and the multiple moves I went through.
So when my buttons resurfaced recently, I wondered…would they reveal anything about my childhood that I had forgotten? Would they say anything about my current state, 20 years later? Given the current button craze, how would my buttons stack up? Was it time to finally purge my button collection, two decades too late?
I compiled my favorite buttons (namely, the ones I actually remember) into a mini-autobiography. Come on, nobody else was going to write it, so I took matters into my own hands. Turns out, most people like it when you hand them an autobiography instead of a business card.
Continue reading “The Early Years: A Retrospective Told in Buttons and Pins”
The Povey Building (where I work) is filled with creative folk. Sometimes that leads to tangential exchanges that aren’t even understood by the people taking part. I-kid-you-not correspondence in its entirety transpired as follows. Get me my paymaster, I’m putting this on the tab.
