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He rushed.

via www.flickr.com This is outside a market on Spruce Street in Philadelphia. I took Michaela and her new boyfriend there for her birthday. We had a great time. Having just finished Jane Jacobs The Death and Life of Great American Cities, it was great to be able to

Brew bar.

via www.flickr.com On our trip to Philly on Saturday, we found – just by chance while walking from Independence Hall to Rittenhouse Square – this great little espresso bar on Spruce Street; Spruce Street Espresso. They had on their shelves coffee cups from several Seattle coffee houses, so we knew

Grungi frutti.

Near Fell's Point in Baltimore, on my way back from taking Michaela to work. She's learning to drive. I figure the East Coast is a good place to learn how to drive defensively, as long as you don't get killed in the process. East

A new platform.

Today was my first faculty meeting. I never had to go to these in all my years as an adjunct. Oh, wait. I take that back. I did go to a few at MICA. Anyway, I’ve read a little on the difference between working in industry vs academia. One

Kicking and screaming.

Up the stairs. I need to print this damn thing. Need to print it. Sign it. Lick it. Send it. Need to get it off the teuxdeux. I have so much teuxdeux. That’s when you come in, you sad little beast. You promised to work when I need you

Talk to me.

In contemplating the aesthetics of interaction design, beauty as defined by all five senses must be considered: Seeing, Hearing, Touching, Tasting, Smelling. And, I’m going to make that six senses by adding one more: Emoting. By which I mean a person’s psychological state in response to an interaction

Time and aesthetics.

Beauty may be in the eye of the beholder, but the eye of the beholder has a biological preference based on mathematical proportions. Within the context of the man-made environment and the natural world, there is a documented human cognitive preference for golden section proportions throughout recorded history. Some of

Heaven is full of tiny ponies.

Speaking of tiny ponies, I have something to say. I was a Christian a long time ago. A devout one. A fundamentalist one. A brainwashed one. A very, very naive and innocent one. From the time I was 16 until I started cursing, sinning, and spitting fire again at 26.

Square one.

I have no idea what I’m doing. But that’s the fun part. One of the main reasons I took this new teaching gig was because of the opportunity I have to start a design lab. I worked for about 10 years as a visual/interaction designer in industry

A photographic ode to the Seattle barista.

All the baristas I’ve loved (i.e., a portrait of each barista who pulled shots for me during my last trip to Seattle, minus a couple – when watching the slideshow, make sure to click on “Show Info” to view the captions). In case you don’t know, I’m