It wasn’t that I planned on dropping the ball this early into the adventure, it was really just the fact that I didn’t know it was Thursday.
For this edition of AFT, I am introducing fashion for both women and kids. And there’s more going on behind the scenes that I’m not a liberty to discuss yet. But rest assured, it will be huge. Blow your mind huge. I had some help with the women’s stuff.
If you need to know the rules or missed AFT v1, catch up here.
Loving this logo by Stephen Layfield of Sydney, Australia based Layfield Design. Not a huge fan of the all-Flash site but there are some other good finds there as well if you take the time to look around.
Can any typophiles tell me the font name of the What’s Next project under his Logos section?
Heeding Merlin Mann‘s advice, I decided tonight to listen to the clackety noise (NSFW language) and see what came of it. I think it’s true that my writing doesn’t really come to me unless I am actively doing it. Most of the things I produce in length don’t start anywhere but in a simple text editor or notebook. My thoughts and ramblings would probably end up more coherent if I started with an end in mind or with some sort of outline but just doesn’t seem to flow that way.
Been thinking for a while now that I might want to write a book. I have an idea in my mind but no real direction and no real place to start or finish. Maybe this is a start.
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I have to think that my college experience isn’t anything out of the ordinary. But then again, I may be wrong. If it was normal then we’d all have a Craig. And a John. And a Trevor. And I’m almost positive you don’t have any of them much less all three under one roof.
For an extended period of time, the four of us shared residence in a loft apartment above a print shop in the downtown area of our alma mater’s city. If I had to guess it was 5000 sq/ft and combined we occupied about 1/4 of it. To say it was a bachelor’s pad would be an understatement. If I had to label it, I would lean towards calling it a bachelor’s paradise. We could do whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted and never have to worry about bothering anybody but each other. Drive golf balls in the living room? Check. Drive golf balls off the roof down the street? Check. Music louder than a club at midnight? Check. We had full reign, we were the kings. We had the place everyone wanted to be at and if it wasn’t for Trevor, they probably would have been. (more…)
At the top of the list of things I don’t get used to, I would place stopping fountains of blood coming from my son’s face and subsequent trips to the ER to stitch up the gashes.
It isn’t a new feeling, I’ve been sick to my stomach like this before. While getting dinner ready for the kid and myself this evening, he took a spill climbing into his chair and we were off to the races again. I was able to get the bleeding to stop here at the house with some medical tape but knew the 1-inch or longer slice needed medical attention.
With his mother (and the family nurse) at work, Cohen and I were left to figure it out ourselves. I don’t know how to even describe what his head will look like after this but it will be his third scar on his face before the age of two, by far the biggest and probably most noticeable.
Even describing it, I want to throw up. Not because it grosses me out, but the fact that I can’t figure out for the life of me how this keeps happening. Every time in the forehead region. How about a knee or elbow for goodness sake? (more…)
After being contacted by the PF Flyer company, I stand corrected my post that the New Vantage shoes from A Fashionable Thursday are not in fact produced by Converse – nor does it look like they have ever been – but instead by the PF Flyer corporation.
Check them out for yourselves: http://pfflyers.com/
And to the PF Flyer corporation, my apologies and your shoes are still rockin’.