The last few weeks have been a whirlwind of business and work but today starts a new week and my morning playlist is pretty much spot-on. It’s the right amount of energy and chill. Here’s my playlist from 9-10am, sipping on my black, French-pressed cup of hot coffee, reading my Feeds and sorting out my schedule.
Morning rituals are important. They are especially important on Mondays.
Respect the ritual.
Beyonce was in the same room as my logo.
In a past life, my former Senior Art Director, Lee, and I were tasked to design a logo and brand for some new technology that Vizio was developing. Well, that new technology finally left the blogosphere and into your homes. Our logo appeared in yesterday’s Superbowl Commercial—that one with Beyonce and all those famous YouTube clips. Yeah. I almost know Beyonce. Vizio VIA. Check it.
The theme of the last two weeks is this. Hectic. Crazy. Bananas. It brings me back to my past days of 2009. 2006 even. But the difference? I’m my own boss. But reunited with my partner in crime, it wasn’t anything we couldn’t handle. 2010 has been great to me, to us (by us I mean Majorminor) but also to Kate and me. But this post is dedicated to my partner in crime, since the design school days, my other design partner… my homie Rob.
Drake and Cudi.
Lil Wayne and Birdman.
Shug n Pac
Bert and Ernie.
Rin ‘n’ Tin the Hip-hop Dalmnations.
The Neptunes.
Naw.
Introducing the first Majorminor-designed story from The Bold Italic. Exciting stuff ya’ll.
Amen. I’m backing up Kate on this one. Here’s to living up our youth, from then, now until I die, whether it’s good times on the dance floor, good conversation over a cocktail or five, to wrestling with little rugrats. I will never ever get stale. Cross my heart, hope to die, and all that.
The Bold Italic, whose mission is to make you a better San Francisco local with a creative twist, has partnered up with Majorminor to design their story presentations. A handful of designers and small studios have already paved the way for an already awesome slew of captivating, well-designed storytelling.
Below is one of four samples we presented this week. We’re stoked.
My uterus has decided that I will not function properly (today).
Why do I have to bleed and hurt every month, while all a man has to do is nothing…. squirt sperm. Thats all. Fc%&!ing squirt sperm.
Speechless… But at least you don’t risk your member from being caught on the tracks… yeah… zippers hurt. Intro the buttonfly…
2009 was great. It was also one of the more stressful years I’ve endured with a mixed bag of healthy and unhealthy stress. Here’s a list of the dome:
My guys threw me a bachelor party with a surprise visit from Jun who flew in from NY
My senior art director, an art director and my creative director left.
I learned that ROI is a BS term, but it helps you make hella money.
I discovered that humans run Google, not machines. I’ve met them. I swear it.
I Married Kate.
I did not speak to Kate for 2.5 hours on our honeymoon.
I saw the most beautiful landscape down the Na Pali Coast in Kauai (see above)
I lost my wedding band to the Pacific Ocean.
I found my wedding band 5 minutes later.
I watched 500 days of Summer and loved it.
I watched The Hangover and loved it and watched Kate love it even more.
I ATV’d for the first time and rocked it.
I built Kate a new bike.
I listened to Lil Wayne in unhealthy doses (Carter 1-3 + mixtapes)
I lost a cousin to cancer.
I visited my best friend and close friends in NYC.
I ate 5lbs of meat in one night.
I added a 6th godchild to my collection.
I saw Just Blaze live.
I quit my day-job for the free world.
I partnered up with long-time design collaborator, Rob at Majorminor.
I witnessed the flannel shirt plague spread to the Bay Area outskirts.
I watched The Pixies perform at the Fox Theatre.
I saw The Alchemist perform.
I moved to a new apartment in the Inner Sunset.
2010 is only going to be better. Cheers!
Every year I push myself to new levels of exhaustion. I don’t recognize it as exhaustion until I’m laying in bed with a 103-degree fever, hallucinating about bloody unicorns and having tea with Gary Busey. But those near-death sicknesses (okay, I’m exaggerating, but it’s sort of like a born-again experience), are like hitting the Reset button on your NES when the levels get too complicated; my body, soul and spirit needed a flush. This happened in 2006 and it happened again. I didn’t get sick, I got fcuked the fcuked up.
2006? I fought a lot of demons. I was the busiest I’ve ever been, being a little Hermione Granger in design school, teaching 2 core design classes and working side-by-side with Rob at The School of the Arts. On top of that, I lost my Lola and my dear Uncle within months of each other. I blindly kept busy, but in the end, fell victim to a nasty sickness. Recovering from that was a wake-up experience, just as the semester was wrapping up.
This year has been pretty nuts too. Great, but nuts. All excuses aside, for whatever reasons that required daily nightcaps, this year (past two years) was just was not kind to my liver. My tolerances for alcohol and coffee is/was insane. But last week’s sickness was part of a process to flush out whatever viruses enveloped me, while ridding me of my toxins and toxic thoughts. I felt like I drank ayahuasca tea with coyotes in the vast deserts of Mexico. I feel flushed.
Just in time for the near year, I feel renewed in body and spirit. I feel ready, for real this time, to embark on the adventures I set out for myself as an independent designer, with my wife, ready to write a new chapter.
