Showing posts with label Work and word. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Work and word. Show all posts
8.11.11
7.11.11
I should write more
This week, I'm upping my game. Taking on a challenge. Being Creative (with an intentional capital "C"). Inspired by the Six Word Story Every Day project (examples below), I will be writing a complete story, every day, that contains only six words. That sounds manageable :)
6.11.11
Skillz
KERNTYPE: a typographic game designed to convince me I actually have learned something about typography and design over the years (four 100%s on my first try—good for my ego :)
Go play. It's fun. (And it will give you insight into what I do all day. Ok, not all day. But sometimes.)
Go play. It's fun. (And it will give you insight into what I do all day. Ok, not all day. But sometimes.)
Labels:
No time like the present,
Type+print,
Work and word
10.9.10
Book fishing
I'm intrigued by the concept behind BookCrossing. Essentially, you sign up, register a book (or more) you want to "release," and then send it off marked with a unique tracking number that lets you follow its journey into the wild. Could be fun, no?
5.5.10
29.12.09
Grrr
I have problems trusting people. Specifically trusting them to do something, do it well, and do it on time. Delegation = trouble. Always.
I've worked on it—I know I can't do or control everything (except, of course, in my marvelous fictional universe ... ). But it does seem like every time I go out of my comfort zone and entrust someone with something and then take a deep breath and go on with my life, it tends to erupt, sending tiny flaming particles of renewed mistrust back into my now-already-roiling-with-needing-to-clean-up-an-unexpected-mess gut.
Grrr.
I've worked on it—I know I can't do or control everything (except, of course, in my marvelous fictional universe ... ). But it does seem like every time I go out of my comfort zone and entrust someone with something and then take a deep breath and go on with my life, it tends to erupt, sending tiny flaming particles of renewed mistrust back into my now-already-roiling-with-needing-to-clean-up-an-unexpected-mess gut.
Grrr.
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