I was told that my first logo design lacked a certain “coolness”. This is take two: For those of you who don’t get it: char is the C keyword for a one byte of data. Think of it as a standard character in the English. Basically, it is one definition of the smallest snippet of data.
I’m not much of a graphic artist, but I want to think of myself as a designer. Maybe just a User Interface designer, but a designer none the less. I want to create more personal works. Images, pictures, presentations, and website. I would like to “brand” these creations with a mark that represents me. I have always wanted to. This “brand”ing mark would be personal logo. Logos are hard to create, and I’m no expert. This is my first attempt: ...
In college I studied social networks. This was a few years before Facebook really took off. I was convinced that the world was a small network from books like Six Degrees and Linked. There were events in my life that convinced me of this, but nothing like what happened on Wednesday night. I have become friendly with the owner of Rebel’s Elite. I saw her the other week at a competition and was asking her if there was any way I could help coach. I miss all star coaching. Much less responsibility, much more effort into the actual coaching. I like having my own team, but it is easier to just coach. Anyway, she mentioned she could use some help with her College program that met on Mondays and Wednesday nights. So, Wednesday night I found her new gym and showed up to help out a bit (late, but at least I came). ...
My littlest brother, Spencer, graduated from the Marines boot camp on November 21st, 2008 in Parris Island, SC. I moved to California before he enlisted, and got to spend about a month in CT during the summer at home so I could spend more time with him. I left for California about the same time he shipped out. I hadn’t seen him since August. I feel I need to clarify. My family is pretty close. We moved around a lot as kids, making new friends everywhere we went. While there was a lot of brotherly fighting, we were consistent in each other’s lives. As we grew up, we started to grow apart. My next youngest brother is only 2 years younger than me. So while we spent a lot of time at the same school, we lived in different circles. My youngest brother is about 6.5 years younger than me. He’s a good kid, and looked up to me for a long time. I tried very hard to lead by example. ...
I recently took a trip to CT for Thanksgiving, and I will be writing a post about all of that shortly, but before I forget, I wanted to write a post about Red Dot. They are AMAZING. I have taken CT Limo several times before, so I was very upset when my mother broke her plans to take me to the airport and told me I would have to take one of these services. ...