Received today. A message from myself sent 5 years ago: Ironically, I found this in my junk mail folder.
Odd the things you find now that humanity is dumping its combined knowledge of useless ephemera online. It’s as good a place as any for it, I guess. Exhibit A, the video for the song “Nowhere Girl” by flash-in-the-pan band, B-Movie. My roommate Nick Mellor and I obsessed over this one in our study at
A year ago Richard Harper asked me to put together a short document on how I thought we should approach our work in the Socio-Digital Systems, from a design point of view. Recently, a colleague who was visiting us in Cambridge at the time asked me to post the document somewhere public because he’d mentioned
Here’s my yearboook photo from 1960…
I have a running search on eBay for “Vintage Electronics”. This is mostly to find odds and ends that we might hack for work. Odd to have my old, red “ghetto blaster” pop up in it, though. My parents bought this for me in Malaysia, and I had it at school when I was about
Shannon and I are big Steven Holl fans. At least, we love St. Ignatius Chapel in Seattle. We wanted to get married there originally, but we were neither Catholic nor students of Seattle University, where the building is located, so that was that. MOMA in New York are planning to exhibit some of Holl’s sketches
Thanks to the guys at Make for featuring my woodblock print tutorial on their excellent blog!
Nothing beats using the internet for motivation. I was recently asked if someone could use one of my sketch portraits for a flyer for the band Below Jupiter. it’s a very flattering thing to have happen, and a total motivation to get back into a habit that has lapsed in the last year. So I’m
I never realize how bad I am at this little piece of grammar. I see this little squiggle in Microsoft Word all the time, and it doesn’t seem to be getting any better:
I think I bought my first Billy bookcase from Ikea when I was at Brunel University, which would make it about 1990. It wasn’t until I joined Microsoft in ’95 that I really filled my apartment with them. Then I read Douglas Coupland’s Microserfs that same year. It’s a fictional account of the lives of