If you’re reading this, then you are either:
Either way, it’s time to share some tough love:
Writing isn’t that hard.
At least, it isn’t as hard as most writers make it out to be.
(Here comes the angry mob of writers stampeding closer with Moleskine notebooks and Oxford commas in tow).
Like other creatives, we’re way too protective of our craft. After all, many of us suffered through MFAs and digital mounds of rejection emails in order to find…
I have a love-hate relationship with reality TV.
On one hand, it represents the worst humanity has to offer. Making it onto a reality show is essentially a self-selecting process for those who might deserve a Darwin award — an honor meant to “commemorate individuals who protect our gene pool by making the ultimate sacrifice of their own lives.”
On the other, it’s like, really addictive.
Whether you lean more towards extreme races around the world or you enjoy seeing twentysomethings “find love” as their parents cringe in horror, there really is something for everyone. Yes, even you.
As a designer who has worked in the tech industry for over a decade, I’m shocked to see designers still having trouble when it comes to organizing around the work we do, especially when it comes to working with other designers.
This isn’t to say the work we do is easy — far from it. It (usually) involves organizing chaos, translating the wants and needs from various, dissimilar groups of people, and yes, even the occasional PowerPoint prettification.
As a group of professionals who have a myriad of different frameworks, exercises, and toolsets at our disposal, we designers are usually…
Accountability is about as sexy as that last pair of underwear you shimmy into right before you desperately need to do laundry.
The thing is, it’s also just as important, if not more so and everyone seems to be much more open about it. All you have to do is Google “accountability” and you’ll be inundated with articles, blog posts, an ads for software that promises you’ll have your “most productive year yet!”
I tend to be fairly skeptical when it comes to wading through all of the digital bullshit, especially when we’re talking about influencers or other twentysomethings who…
You have a tendency to make everything about you.
You’re thirsty and a feminist.
You’re the only one of your friends with a 401(k).
You enjoy bragging about your next trip to Paris…Missouri.
You specialize in “ballin’ on a budget.”
You’re only full of bullshit 50% of the time.
You love proving your friends wrong.
You’ve rewatched Game of Thrones 10 times…on someone else’s account.
You waste wayyy too much time on the toilet.
You’re always ready to put some schmear on that schmekel.
You’re really good at tricking your friends into giving you money.
You’re lazy AND woke.
Life is a random series of events, an assortment of daily actions that don’t inherently mean anything on their own.
But, when you tie them together in an order that makes sense to you, you can suddenly tell the story you want to tell.
Take the past decade of my career for example.
After graduating from a small liberal arts college with a major in visual communications (i.e. graphic design) and a minor in business, I jumped headfirst into a full-time freelance career.
Over the next ten years, I made a living illustrating posters, building brands, laying out websites, designing…
OK, so you usually appreciate a heads up before blindly walking into a meeting, but this email is the definition of “overboard.” It’s basically a transcript for the meeting you haven’t had yet and it includes an agenda, questions to consider, risks, blockers, next steps, and even retorts to your snarky comments. Why even have the meeting? How about replying with a thumbs up emoji and calling it a day so you can get back to scrolling LinkedIn for a new job?
Now that you wasted an hour of your life, the last thing you want to do is relive…
Growing up, science bored me to death (and this is coming from someone who had a research scientist as a dad).
As a kid, I couldn’t have cared less about molecules, natural selection, or nebulous clouds — I was too busy with my head in another type of clouds, daydreaming while doodling away during class.
I was pretty oblivious to the value of science until one fateful day in 6th grade when we were taught something that would change the rest of my life:
The scientific freaking method
I know, I know — this isn’t all that earth-shattering. After all…
You and and a bunch of white dudes with beards got ushered around the office like some sort of homogeneous parade as people uncomfortably called out, “Fresh meat walking!”
You and a bunch of white dudes with beards take turns awkwardly introducing yourselves during the company’s monthly all-hands video call, doing your best to prove you’re not a complete dummy as you talk on mute.
Your new desk was covered with branded t-shirts, branded water bottles, branded stickers, and, if you joined one of those edgy, progressive companies, branded USB sticks (does anyone still use these?)
Your home office desk…