dizzia

After hours of deliberating I finally muster enough energy to manifest these words into existence.  I type my first draft, I don't write with my hands fast enough to capture my thoughts. To get to this point is somewhat of an achievement. I'll have this done in a few minutes, I can feel it. This paper is already mentally written. I've just got to keep my flow going fast enough to get it all out before I get distracted. Just hit a snag, I've gotta remember where I wanted to go with this next. My creative process always ends up like this. I spend 99% of the time planning and 1% executing, that ratio always seems to work out for me.. Another sna

When the topic of generations is brought up, it is sometimes hard to realize that you yourself fall into one. The generation before me, 'generation x' was clearly different than me. These people were much taller than me, and because of this I looked up to them, and mentally separated them into a unique group. Little did I know that my generation, dubbed 'generation y' by some, was also getting separated into it's own unique group as well.    I'm twenty-three years old. I don't know exactly when the cut-off for generation y starts and ends, neither does anyone else really. The amazing thing about generations, once you figure out what the def

Cleaning this up, for some reason it's incredibly hard for me to write journals on a regular basis.  I think I always feel the need to write a few pages. So what am I up to? Developing my DIZZIA, GREGORY M. website. That's what I'm up to.  Should be done in a few weeks. Luckily I have the help of the code junkie / super genius Sean Chatman. Without him I'd be lost getting this puppy to fire up in a web 2.0 application. What else? Oh yeah, I also figured out why I chose to go into design recently. Not only was it just a skillset I developed and naturally fell in to as a kinda default.  I think design can be as artsy as a piece of fine art.