Monday, September 29, 2014

make funk, not war


The funk lordz are in town!
If you're not doing anything tonight, put on your dancing shoes and join me at 9:30 Club!
(but not really since I believe they are sold out. Sorrz. Dance with me in spirit.)

me: Miss Sandy, hi. I just wanted to say have a wonderful tonight at your gala and I wish I had my best Chromeo dancing partner tonight! Have an awesome day!
Sandy: vina, my darling. I shall be there in spirit, and I have my vina-face cut-out sign ready to go with me tomorrow, worry not!!

I mean, if the skinny jeans fit.

Nick: I think I'm a hipster. I used a straight razor today while I waited for my pour-over coffee. And I smoked pipe tobacco last night. 

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Esso and Etto. Play it right.

Sylvan Esso at The Howard Theater. Phenom. 


Burrata and lemony kale salad at Etto on 14th. 
Some marvelous rye cocktail and pizza with anchovies, dandelion greens, and a runny egg. I mean, come on. 

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

and if there's anything good about me - I'm the only one who knows


I seem to have caught some kind of bug—perhaps developed a ragweed allergy, summer to fall season change malady, who knows—I've been sleeping on and off all day and, save for water I drink when I take cold meds, I haven't had anything to eat or drink today. I know I say this all the time (at least whenever I get sick which, thankfully, is rare) but I am all kinds of whiny and pathetic when I'm sick, like why isn't someone at my bedside mopping my brow with a cool washcloth? Who do I have to sweet eye to bring me soup and Florence Nightingale me into health? Come on, I make good pancakes. 

This was my day: ughhhhhhhhhh, ok ok ok work times, what should I wear today? Should I go to work? I feel absolutely weary. Maybe I'll stay home. If I stay home then I can take it easy. Ok, I'll let them know I'm not going in. Maybe I should do laundry and clean. Sleep for three hours. Oh, goody, 15 text messages. Sleep for an hour. Oh, Todd Thrasher calling me now. Hiiii, Todd! No, I'm not at the Fair, I'm sick today. What? You need a cocktail sign for that benefit at Volt? I gotchu! Design sign, sleep for next three hours. Oh, Castle's playing, I've never seen Castle, maybe I'll watch Castle. Fall asleep during Castle. You had dinner with Lynne, Justin? I miss Lynne! No, I haven't eaten anything all day. Ugh, because I don't feel like it. Let me hop on a computer, I haven't really checked the things all day. Jack White singing in a French ch√Ęteau? Done. 

On the upside, the "sick times" tag on Lemonade Lists can be quite hilarious after the fact. I should retitle it, “the ramblings of a madwoman on cold meds she probably doesn't need to be taking.”

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Ta-Da! Society Fair's new Demo Kitchen flyer!


I'm a fairly decent designer when I want to be. 

While I can't speak for most graphic designers, I tend to toggle between “HEY YO BOO, I DID THAT! I DID THAT!!” and “ughhhhhhhh I'm the worst designer in the worldddd”. 

It's a vicious cycle for sure. 

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Be a citizen of the world, and at least attempt to know a little something about life outside of your own InDesign files. Be aware that, in the end, when all is said and done, this thing we do, design, is a kind of joyous little game, and we are lucky to be paid to play it. Meanwhile, others watch stock tickers or change bedpans for a living. Have some perspective and be grateful. Engage in something that matters to you more than your latest project. Some perspective and a modicum of circumspection will improve your mood, expand your horizons, and improve your design work.

sunday dinner menu

  • honey/thyme/lemon chicken and oyster mushroom gravy
  • goat cheese mashed baby red potatoes
  • roasted green beans with balsamic glaze
  • corn on the cob

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Hello (Kitty), President Obama

me: I just sent you this great piece by a Canadian writer about America's disrespect for President Obama.
Justin: Thanks! I just posted on Facebook about Marvel superheroes dressed in Hello Kitty gear and therein lies the difference in our lives.