Connection.

Had a cool thought. Connections are threads of energy that bind us. Energy can never be created or destroyed. Hence neither can a connection you have with someone. As thin as this connection may become, due to the ebb and flow of the universal sea of possibilities in which we dwell, it is a bond that will never break. Sharing data via these connections is superfast, instant, we just don’t always realise we’re broadcasting. Its each of our reponsibilities to broadcast love. We owe it to each other.

Christmas tree UX sucks balls. Christmas balls.

Just had to post this. Wanted to watch a video about working remotely and was taken to this page. Couldn’t find the video on the page either. a kak web experience with horribly high cognitive load.

Timebomb

“Time Bomb”

If you wanna make a move then you better come in
It’s just the ability to reason that wears so thin
Living and dying and the stories that are true
Secret to a good life is knowing when you’re through

Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac
Yeah
The boy’s a time bomb
Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadilla
Yeah
The boy’s a time bomb

Well, he’s back in the hole where they got him living like a rat
But he’s smarter than that nine lives like a cat
15 years old take him to the youth authority home
First thing you learn is that you got to make it in this world alone

Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac
Yeah
The boy’s a time bomb
Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac
Yeah
The boy’s a time bomb

Now he’s gotten out
He’s gotten free
He got a coat
Got a car
He’s 21 years old
He’s runnin’ numbers from the bar
His pager’s beepin’
He’s getting deep in
Whatever he can move on in you know that kid’s a creepin’

Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac
Yeah
The boy’s a time bomb
Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac
The boy’s a time bomb
Yeah
The boy’s a time bomb

Solo

Tears come from the razor
That’s been tattooed below his eye
His mother cries
She knows that he is strong enough to die
He’s rollin’ in the Cadillac
It’s midnight
Sunroof is down
Three shots rung out
The hero’s dead
The new king is crowned

Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac
Yeah
The boy’s a time bomb
Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac
Yeah
The boy’s a time bomb

Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac
Yeah
The boy’s a time bomb
Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac
Yeah
The boy’s a time bomb

Time bomb!

Think every thought as if it were etched in the sky with lightning. For so, in truth, it is.

darkness comes beneath the dying stars

Next stop: Toptal

Hey peeps.

I am joining the ranks of the Toptal Freelance UI Designers Group, and I’m really looking forward to working on some exciting projects! I am pushing for a priority application and I’m hoping this short blog post will serve to showcase my communication skills, enhance my resume and add a touch of colour to my profile.

Design has been my life for as long as I can remember. From my earliest attempts to convey emotion and narrative via my drawings and comic strips to the hand-executed cassette tape covers I designed for my music collection as a spotty teen, I have always loved the challenge of interfacing with the user in a confined and defined space, and making that interface look pretty.

My portfolio conveys this user-centered approach, I will always fight to evangelise good solid design principles in my work and in all communications with the client. Besides that, I love to make things sexy and what client doesn’t like that?

Here ends my self-serving soliloquy 🙂 May your day be blessed and your coffee strong.

Peace.

Waking up…

There’s a word in the Pali language, anatta (there’s a special character over the last ‘a’ that I don’t know how to make on my keyboard*), which describes a central tenet of Buddhist doctrine.  This tenet is the non-existence of the ego, and can best be understood as the belief that your entire existence as a cohesive self is only an illusion.  In other words, that star trek teleporter discontinuity you mention doesn’t just happen when you go to sleep and wake up, in happens in between every single synaptic action potential you ever experience.  Not only are you not the same person as when you went to bed last night, you’re not even the same person as you were when you started reading this. 

-Will Northup (https://www.quora.com/Am-I-the-same-person-when-I-wake-up-in-the-morning)

Sleep cycles & bicycles

I have found inspiration of late. A beautiful young soul has spoken to me, whispered in my ear. Inspired me. To use my time more wisely. To make more of my time. To own my time and not to waste it on things that don’t enrich me.

I am loving my work and I am working on love. Loving myself and loving my fellow man and woman. Love is all. It is the force that drives me and the food that nurtures me. That, and shinrin yoku.

And the dharma. You have given me the inner strength to reach for my goals, the confidence to make concrete career moves, the happiness to celebrate a birthday I wasn’t sure I’d make, and the renewed energy to transform my life. I am essentially debt-free (as I promised myself a year and a half ago when my marriage failed), and I am on the brink of an amazing journey after heartbreak almost destroyed me. A lot of soul-searching and self-immolation followed, but I rise alongside my punk rocker peers like the phoenix out of the cinders of a life I saw turn to ash in front of me.

Love this metta:

May you be peaceful
May you be happy
May you be free of suffering
May you be free of the causes of suffering
May you be free from harm
May you be free from fear
May you be loved.

Working on me. Peace.

Pride

It is a most miserable thing to feel ashamed of home.

Balance of power

Money is not the same as product. Product is consumed and money merely changes hands. It should never be created or destroyed at will. That leads to an imbalance in the metrology of money and the value originally attached to it. And then it fails to have any value at all, just records in a database. The digital economy is bullshit. I’m gonna learn to build stuff with wood and shoot a gun while the sun shines.

Hello again.

The mere possibility of our lives intertwining, of us being something more than just friends. That is what makes me smile today. And I’ve been smiling since your birthday. Your eyes glittered around me, the mask I gave you only served to make you more beautiful. The thought of your eyes, so full of life and intelligence, lifts my spirit. My heart soars. And sometimes I imagine your body rising under me. All of this since we walked together that day. I loved walking with you, sometimes leading, sometimes not. Mostly side by side.