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Design Studio 108 B.

They say those who can, do and those who can’t, teach. I say that’s bullshit, based on my own experience with designers in the “real” world. Those who should be doing, but don’t. Can’t, actually. Even if they wanted to. On the contrary, the design professors

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

Back to school.

Today is the first day of the rest of my life. And this is the hallway where I’ll be spending the immediate future: the Visual Arts department at the University of Maryland, Baltimore County. See all those posters? Student work. But my crit walls will be filled with iPad

Notes from a beer tasting.

Beer tastings are awesome. We will definitely be doing another one soon. Here are Will’s notes from our menu planning session. And for a great book on beer, check out this one. Oh, and there are also great pairing guidelines from Wegman’s.

No design is good design.

Last semester, I taught a course on visualizing information at MICA. I used Tufte's first book, The Visual Display of Quantitative information. I love Tufte. I love his simple, Swiss modern approach to design. His strict belief in form following function. His unwavering defense of content and firm

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Urban pattern libraries.

In the morning the city Spreads its wings Making a song In stone that sings. In the evening the city Goes to bed Hanging lights About its head. - Langston Hughes How to navigate a city? Let me count the ways. In some cities, there are many more ways than

White space and the city.

My post using Omm Writer – beautiful white space for writing in. I have always, always loved snow, having spent most of my childhood knee-deep in it. So this recent post on Design Observer about snow, cities, and white space deeply resonated with me. The author talks about snow as the

Write, then.

I am inspired by Orangette. I want to write. I really do. And what this means is that I need to start writing every day. Even if it’s just a paragraph. But speaking of paragraphs, I now hate how the ones on this blog look. Thanks to Ellen Lupton,

The eldest.

My sister Megan, 1970-something. Purgatory ski resort, just north of Durango, CO. This morning, when I liberally applied my new Lush conditioner, the smell reminded me of my sister, Megan. I don’t know what it was. Maybe the chalky orangeness of it. Maybe the woodsy sweetness in it. Whatever