I try to keep this updated with my new graphic design and photography work. Technically it is a blog, and I love to write but never seem to make time for it.. So occasionally you may run across a few of my unedited tirades thoughts.
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This is why I hate you, Adobe
Dear Adobe,
I’m usually not one to complain1 but I’ve reached my limit. The time has come for me to draw a line in the sand, make my final stand, and, well… continue using your Creative Suite. If that sounds conflicted, confused and cynical, it’s because it is. I am. As a graphic designer slash web guy operating under the current reign of Apple, Google and Adobe, my choices and options for quality tools are indecently limited. Here’s the good news: the tools I do have are all great. Things have progressed so amazingly fast in the past couple decades, and the capabilities of our software have multiplied so rapidly that I feel like a complete jackass complaining about how my quartz rendered real-time 3D true-perspective shadowmapped anti-aliased-on-the-fly-[insert crazy shit]-whatever doesn’t work exactly how I want it to2. But I have no one else to turn to. You killed Paint. You decimated PaintShop. You put Corel out to sleep on the porch. You mocked Quark mercilessly (and maybe you still do - I donno, who cares). Nothing else is left. Adobe, you make the best applications for the job, and you bought out the rest. For the most part I‘m cool with that. I love PhotoShop. I love Illustrator, and InDesign, and I really love Bridge. I love you, Adobe, and that is why I hate you.
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The Pursuit of Comfort
My least favorite aspect of the human condition is that comfort is fleeting. You would think that there would be an ideal position, but no.. With the right goosedown pillow or memory foam mattress, we should be able to lie motionless for hours on end, but in a singularly wicked twist of biology, we can’t. Well, I can’t, anyway. Even in my sleep, I flop around like a frustrated seal that’s being taunted by a herring on a string. Yes, I know this is a weird analogy, but the act of seeking out comfort that quickly transitions into restlessness seems to bleed out into our daily life in profound ways.
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