It was in the mid-eighties when I discovered that the activity I now call "design" had a name, and that you could do it for a living. Despite having spent almost 30 years involved in it one way or another, to this day I freeze for a moment when someone asks me "What do you do?" Either this means I spent a long (long) time doing something I don't understand (and considering I made a decent living at it that would be remarkable in itself), or I don't trust in my ability to convey the nature of it in a few words. Instead I try to find an easier, faster, more acceptable way to handle the question and move on with the rest of our lives, secretly resenting the fact that I failed, once again. The problem is that "Design" is a term open to a variety of interpretations, and everybody expects it to get more specific, or else they'll attach to it whatever preconceived notion they have about it. "I'm a designer" means virtually nothing...
It's a known fact that a lot of great ideas come between the walls of a bathroom, after all we spend some quality time with ourselves in there. When these big ideas are made public though, their birthplace is somehow seldom celebrated (I wonder why?) Well, this one here is pretty far from a great idea, but you can see it's birthplace "written" all over it :) Mahalo
The waves were good this morning, perfect shape. Too bad for the fierce crowd, I caught way fewer than I wanted, but still managed to get a handful of really good ones, plus some fillers. Thanks Dave for kicking me out of bed. Now the time has come to partake in the activity that in my mom's hometown is called "polleggio"...pretty heavy stuff ...see if you can find it on the web. That's why I need to replenish now. Same homemade bread, same homegrown chicken...can't speak for the pig, but I trust the source. Mahalo Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
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