Dare I say it’s finally, finally spring? Blooms are everywhere and Jason’s allergies are kicking in, so evidence is mounting. Over the last few months, I’ve been casually keeping track of our journey towards this moment, when recurring bouts of “last snow” have actually ended and flowers are truly free to take the spotlight. Behold, #gaspingforspring…
Last year I started thinking about the idea of the “longitudinal project”—defined as an endeavor that you work on long term, incrementally, and like the research method it’s named after, doesn’t really pay off until significant time and resources have been invested—so, way into the future. I started thinking about this as an antidote to the kind of “projects” I’ve been doing lately—blog posts that take at most three to four days to pull together, […]
I’m trying to be more “free” with making art. By that I think I just mean putting whatever’s sparking my mind on paper rather than letting the opportunity slip away. @DreamColorScheme (on Instagram at least) started out as a series of fashion illustrations, but I want to set it free a little. To house all kinds of ideas and inspirations.
Shoe Dog, the memoir by Nike creator Phil Knight, was a very worthwhile read. It was riveting, inspiring, and frankly kind of hard to believe, as I often found myself wondering how much of it was actually true. The triumphs were so delicious and the failures were just as perfect; everybody got exactly the teachable moments they needed when they needed them. I’m guessing there’s some kind of hindsight-is-20/20 involved in the writing process and a whole […]
The Art of War is a very short read, filled with legendary Chinese general Sun Tzu’s various military -isms ranging from the very specific to what can be considered life’s great wisdoms. To be honest, many points went right over my head since my mind was definitely not in the state of trying to command an army and win battles. But some other points were sufficiently clear to my civilian self. Here are my top highlights. […]
Over dinner recently, my mom made a comment to the effect of: Life feels both long and short. I quickly chimed in with a I’ve been feeling the same way! She didn’t like that. You’re too young to feel like that, she said. But oh well, I can’t help what I feel. Like many people privileged enough to “want to do something” with their lives, I’ve been thinking about the question of, er, what is the meaning of my […]