Rare is the morning when I can just sit down and start working. I check web comics first; I look at Tumblr, Flickr and Facebook. I tweet a twittle. I try to get my mind running and engaged. I attempt to care about life enough to motivate my working. What does it take? Sometimes, a [...]
Orange roofs and white walls were enough. A week was not enough. Sucre was gorgeous and peaceful and just right. I stayed in a little hotel called Hostal de Su Merced and drank fresh orange and carrot juice every morning at breakfast. I worked from my hotel room and from cafes. I wandered the lovely [...]
One of my most favorite messages that I have ever received, truly, is on a Post-it note from Despair.com, and this note is full of misspellings. And I love it something fierce, enough so that I apparently still have the note five and a half years after I found it stuck to the monitor in [...]
What am I doing with my car? I am sitting in my dining room on 17th and Denny and looking out the window at Sparkle Motion, wondering at its fate while I am far far away. And I think about the six weeks that I have left in Seattle—six weeks from today until December 22nd—and [...]
What matters (other than Twitter, naturally) occupy my extremely valuable time? DREW DOPE! I put together a fun little website called POPE FACT. If you don't get it, don't worry—the website is an online version of a real-life game involving writing fake tattoos on people's knuckles. The launch fell on, and was in honor of, [...]
I feel obliged to archive my day, this 9th of September of 2009, because over and over today I was just feeling fucking triumphant. I woke up just after 7am rested and happy and, without even getting out of bed, got an email via iPhone with fantastic work news (which will remain undisclosed). Trust me: [...]
I don't quite know what to say. Life here is both focused and calm. We each have our daily rhythms and goals and coast happily along through the breezy morning and scorching afternoons and balmy evenings. I am working—I am billing hours—but at any point could skip off to enjoy the beach a bit more. [...]
