Love me some NYC elevator doors.
You have to have a partner that’s committed to the work, and not just the idea of having a business. Everybody loves to think of the title, not a lot of people are willing to write the book.This guy, from the Humans of New York Tumblr. Insert just about any partnership in place of “business” and it still rings true. Well put.
Classic Captain America comic panels with no context. Aw shucks!
BOSTON SIGNAGE PROJECT (23 of #100bostonsigns) Vintage Quaker Oats #ghostsign is clinging to life but still proudly displayed on an apartment building on the corner of Cambridge and Grove Streets. (Taken with Instagram at Villa Mexico Cafe)
Another great shot taken by fellow ghost sign fan Keith Sliney (@pantone356), as part of his 100BostonSigns project.
"Ghost Ads" is my new favorite term. Clever.
Working on images for project section of my site. This pleases me.
Use the right tool for the job, of course. Less obvious is how often the right space can influence productivity or positively contribute to the success of a job.
When we moved into our new home and I needed a private and quiet place to work and take phone calls, I commandeered the storage space below the basement stairs. I dubbed it the Man Cupboard.
About 6’ long and 3.5’ deep, it offered enough space to mount a length of oak countertop for desk space. I had a power source, two small lamps and a door that could shut behind me. It was a strangely productive workspace despite its appearance.
So it shouldn’t have come as a surprise to me when I recently stumbled upon articles about writing rooms, writer “sheds” and the importance of designated writing spaces. Below are some links on the topic…
The Guardian’s Writers’ Rooms Series - Portraits of the spaces where authors create
If anyone needs Flash, he’ll be napping in the hole he digs every year when the temperature reaches 80 degrees.
As long as I remember, I’ve been saving concert tickets and stuffing them into this Pac-Man tin. From my first adult-supervised concerts in middle school and high school, through the college years, to clubs and festivals in Colorado, California, Maine, New York, Massachusetts, and Washington.
The tin was purchased sometime in 1981 during a K-Mart blue light special in South Plainfield, NJ. Other than my baseball card collection, it’s probably the oldest personal item I still have in my possession. Which means it’s moved around the country with me me about 15 times in the last 32 years, collecting concert memory after fuzzy concert memory.