It's been a long, long time since I wrote a caustic journal with the intention of shaking things up, but it's time to shake off the rust and raise the pitchfork because this shit is just hard to watch. In case you've been holding your breath waiting for DeviantArt to can their Eclipse project, go ahead and give up the ghost.
Apparently, despite overwhelmingly negative feedback, they're still planning to shove this down your throats. It's not just my old school following, either; just take a gander at these search results for 'eclipse' sorted by 'popular this month'. There's also a change.org petition nearing 25,000 si
This journal will, to some extent, include my thoughts on the topic of freelance art. In the spirit of full disclosure, I feel that I should open up by admitting that I never really made all that much money off freelance work. At the height of my involvement, I was making enough to pay for the single room I'd been renting and to feed myself. That was several years ago and, since then, I've only taken a handful of commissions; it amazes me that work still trickles in despite zero advertisement and years of virtual inactivity.
The last time that I threw myself into art, I came out with a headache and mixed feeling about the industry as
Here's one I've never quite gotten the hang of, but always intuitively known to be true on some level. The cliche goes something like "You are the average of your five closest friends", but that's not the whole story. It goes much deeper than that, you're influenced by the company you choose to keep. Your social climate affects your perception of the world, what you perceive to be norms and thus what you expect from yourself and other people.
Honestly, I've never been very good at pruning fruitless relationships myself. The contacts of people who've mistreated me tend to linger around in my phone for much longer than they ought to. Eve
Slow down, breathe... listen.
Remember that you're only human and, while it's true that human beings are capable of great things, progress takes time. Whether you're learning a new skill or honing the skills you've already got, it's going to take time. That project you're working on? It's going to get done one small, imperceptible step at a time. Stick with it.
Take a moment to put yourself aside and really look at what you're doing. Resist the urge to run screaming to the nearest distraction and give yourself a fair shake - the way that you might consider your best friend's efforts if it were them instead of you. Diligence is an attractive
First of all, thanks. Unless you're here by accident, I appreciate that you were interested enough to find your way here. If you're here by accident, have a sip of water and take a deep breath - navigating the internet can be a bit tricky at times.
Right out of the gate, let's address the elephant in the room - cash. If you want to see a creator flourish, throw money at them. You might be surprised by just how much a small amount of 'no strings attached' money can mean to a shoestring creator, living paycheck-to-paycheck out of a studio apartment and eating a steady diet of ramen noodles. I know it's cliche, but I've survived weeks o
In case you didn't catch that, I'm moving again. This time, all the way from the great state of California up to good old Missouri, where I'll be stationed somewhere top secret inside of Kansas City. Why? Well, for one, it's fucking expensive here (also, Kansas City has Google Fiber.)
I'd like to say that I had fun, but honestly my last year pretty much sucked. I got a six month chunk of time bitten out of my life by a chronic illness. Oh well, shit happens - at least it's diagnosed now! There's also the fact that I haven't had my own bedroom since we moved here (LOL, incredible, I know). I really wasn't able to enjoy the wonderful Californi
I just want to remind all of you to get up and stretch your legs. Seriously, do it now. Don't even finish this paragraph. What are you waiting for? Go, shoo! Just move around in your human body for five minutes; loosen up - shake out the stiffness in your wrists and ankles.
Do you remember way back in high school? Okay, so maybe you're not old like me, but hear me out. There's a ton of downtime in high school; during recess and waiting around in line at lunch and during homeroom and going through hallways between classes. I used to move a lot during school and now I don't move hardly ever. Everything that I've got to get done happens at my P
Hey, so just in-case you weren't already aware, I am easily distracted. Check this out!
I spent the last couple of months correcting my slow typing speeds (45 WPM, hunt-and-peck typing) and, now, I average 105+ using a combination of TypingClub, TypeRacer and 10FastFingers; I learned to touch-type from the home row position using all ten fingers (well, I don't really use my left thumb). So, now, apparently I'm in the top 2% of typists online, but it still seems like everyone I know types way faster than me. I created a small series of typing prompts to help me build up my speed; if you're interested you can find them here.
I'm a bit stingy when it comes to beliefs. No Tooth-fairy, no Easter Bunny, no Santa Clause, but also no God; no psychics, no horoscopes, no paranormal, supernatural or extraterrestrial activity. I believe in objective reality precisely because it requires so little be granted on the part of the believer. The scientific method evidently works. The same method that supports evolution as an explanation for life invented the automobile that gets you to work every morning, the percolator that prepares your coffee and every other electronic device populating your homestead.
I steer clear of conspiracy theories, alternative medicine and an
I saw a specialist; I went through a highly unpleasant diagnostic procedure. The professional medical diagnosis corroborated my own suspicions: I have Ulcerative Colitis.
It's a 'stomach' thing. More precisely, it's a gastrointestinal disease. Because it's a 'stomach' thing, people seem to have trouble grasping the severity of the disease; especially where it's quite variable and mine seems relatively severe. I've described it as 'being allergic to food', yes — all food. Eat something — anything — at the wrong time, in the wrong quantity, too quickly, and suddenly you're slogging through pain for the rest of the day. M
Hey guys, I'm here typing out a journal 'from the couch' because, unfortunately, everything is fucked again — my health issues have resurfaced. Fortunately, this time, something is being done about it. I got my insurance sorted out and I've been to my primary care doctor who, after a brief examination, came to the brilliant conclusion that I ought to be referred to a specialist (in my case, a gastroenterologist) — so here I am, waiting for my appointment on the 7th during which, with any luck, I will be scheduled for the tests required to diagnose me.
I'm sorry that I didn't write sooner - this flare up came out of nowher
It's Sunday again, and so I shall endeavor to shake loose some thoughts from my cobwebbed mind to share with you. Last week, I started out with the intention of exploring some relatively actionable, if not prescriptive, thought space and got completely derailed. Let's see what happens this week.
My interest in the subject of self-improvement extends well beyond my craft. I'm fascinated by the human capacity to grow, adapt, learn and self-direct. In my experience, most people (especially in creative fields) have a tendency to focus on their own limitations and shortcomings. However, there are a few people who, whether by deliberation
There are just so many things wrong with Eclipse. I recently decided to give it a shot, but it's nothing but a gigantic pain in the ass. The new design ruins at least a half-dozen convenient little features that made browsing smoother in the origina
"Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time."
- John Lubbock