[…] Now I share my small apartment with an adorable girl who loves to dance with me, who has ninja moves I cannot believe, who is crafty with food and string, who sees me in ways I’ve never seen myself. She owns an awful lot of things, this girl of mine, and this means that my apartment, now ours, is smaller than I’ve ever known it. But it also feels suddenly more like home. And there are things that I hope I never take for granted — that she loves to cook, and hangs on my every first bite; that she is intent on maintaining a certain aura of mystery for me; that she comes home with little reminders that she has been thinking of me all day. She doesn’t like every movie that I do, but she likes the ones that matter (except for E.T., which I will spend as many years as it takes to rectify). She hasn’t read that article about how to care for an introvert, and so staunchly defies my more somber moods. She feeds my Sagan and baseball addictions. When we go somewhere in her truck, every time she starts it the radio is cranked up and blaring something completely incongruous with her bright-eyed demeanor. She disagrees with me when I don’t know what I’m talking about, and loves my grumpy moods. She mixes the smoothest drinks I’ve ever had. And she doesn’t kick my ass when I step on her toes on the dance floor, which I am grateful for; she doesn’t wear her black belt around, but this doesn’t mean she doesn’t know how to break my spine with her eyelashes. […]
I've been a web designer since 1998. In the ensuing ten years I have worked in that capacity for an arctic ISP, a small-market advertising agency, a boutique design firm, a nefarious taskmaster, an obsolete-but-oblivious development shop, and myself. At present I'm an art director for Level Studios, a digital agency in San Luis Obispo, California, where I have worked since 2006. Here are some of the projects that I have worked on during that time.
January 4th, 2008 at 10:26 am
Adorable. I absolutely love girls who aren’t camera shy. High five!
February 3rd, 2008 at 2:40 pm
[…] Now I share my small apartment with an adorable girl who loves to dance with me, who has ninja moves I cannot believe, who is crafty with food and string, who sees me in ways I’ve never seen myself. She owns an awful lot of things, this girl of mine, and this means that my apartment, now ours, is smaller than I’ve ever known it. But it also feels suddenly more like home. And there are things that I hope I never take for granted — that she loves to cook, and hangs on my every first bite; that she is intent on maintaining a certain aura of mystery for me; that she comes home with little reminders that she has been thinking of me all day. She doesn’t like every movie that I do, but she likes the ones that matter (except for E.T., which I will spend as many years as it takes to rectify). She hasn’t read that article about how to care for an introvert, and so staunchly defies my more somber moods. She feeds my Sagan and baseball addictions. When we go somewhere in her truck, every time she starts it the radio is cranked up and blaring something completely incongruous with her bright-eyed demeanor. She disagrees with me when I don’t know what I’m talking about, and loves my grumpy moods. She mixes the smoothest drinks I’ve ever had. And she doesn’t kick my ass when I step on her toes on the dance floor, which I am grateful for; she doesn’t wear her black belt around, but this doesn’t mean she doesn’t know how to break my spine with her eyelashes. […]