I’m not one for the formality of “New Year’s Resolutions”, but I am all about cultivating practices and accomplishing goals.
In less than four months I am going to turn 30 and graduate with a few more letters. It is hard to see past April and I am half-joking to friends and family to consider me “studying abroad” for the next few months.
Who knows what all of this new year will bring, but for this first third I’m focused on just these three things:
a. finish school
b. be a kick-ass leader for my team at work
c. do yoga
Simple, right?
I’ll let you know how these went in May when you’ll find me jumping for joy.
School is back and session and I am once again head down, hidden away from friends, family and leisure. I am pulling back the curtain just for a moment to share with you the exciting launch of a little documentation project I’ve been working on. Over the summer a few of us from the first class of the MBA in Design Strategy program put together a portfolio of our work. So now you can see what I was doing instead of blogging… or returning your emails/voicemails/owl.
If this kind of thing strikes your fancy, or if you like to shop early for the holidays, you can order your very own copy of “the student annual” at MagCloud. MagCloud is a super little print-on-demand magazine site that democratizes publishing and prevents excess inventory. (And not-so-coincidentally the subject of one of my projects last semester.)
You can also be super-eco and just browse right here in the blog:
Hope you enjoy! We’d love to hear any comments or suggestions you might have. It is too early to be quite sure, but I think there will be some sort of sequel produced this year.
Now back to my regularly scheduled homework…
P.S. If you are interested in following my antics off-thinkradical, . Lots of lapsed bloggers are doing it…
My world feels completely turned upside down. One minute I’m off taking spanish classes in Costa Rica, the next minute I’m coping with a huge medical emergency.
In a state of crisis, we all need to find some peace and solace. For my Dad it came through this cathartic dance, aired last week on the day of his diagnosis.
I hear there was not a dry eye in our house (nor amongst the judges) and I think I’ll never hear that song the same way again.
I escaped the city for the weekend, up the coast to Sea Ranch. I’ve heard of the wonders of Sea Ranch for years but never experienced more than a drive by.
I drove up last night watching the sunset over the Pacific and arrived at our weekend rental just after dark. It wasn’t until this morning that I realized our house had a full ocean view.
With spotty internet the videos will come later, but here’s a quick view of the Sea Ranch lodge. I think it is safe to say that I’m in architectural eco-heaven.
