Blogger, Builder & Lover of Coffee
A few years ago I had shut down my old blog.
Thankfully, I saved the posts and have slowly been resurrecting some of them.
I’ve published the posts worth keeping on ChurchMag and here as well. Some I’ve rewritten, others have been copy and paste, but this one needs to be set into context and left unedited.
After living in Italy for over five years now, it’s an interesting retrospect for me:
Clients and vendors, vendors and clients.
I’ve been on both sides numerous times.
As a client, you know what you want, you communicate what you want, and wait for the vendor to deliver. If you’ve picked the right place, you’ll not only get what you asked for, but they’ll throw in some extra ideas and insights—like icing on the cake.
As a vendor, you hear what they want, you communicate what you think is best, and you hope the client is happy with what you deliver. If you have communicated well, you not only make your client happy, but they will also trust you like a great advisor.
Design. Creativity. Edge.
I love it.
There are some days I am so happy with what I create, and then there are days it seems like a 3-year old with a copy of The Print Shop could do better.
Design is a language and it’s important to my generation.
If online communities were drawn out like a map of the world, what would it look like?
I found these a few years back.
Comparing these fictitious maps of the Internet from 2007 and 2010, you see how much the topography of the web has changed in just a few years:
Whenever you are communicating with a client, superior or sometimes co-worker, be mindful of TMI – Too Much Information. We’re not talking about the High School kind of TMI or birth story TMI, we’re talking about information overload.
Your client or company has hired you to do something that:
When I turned five years old my Grandma and Grandpa mailed me a personalized birthday song.
It was Captain Zoom, the song came on a vinyl record and it went something like this (replace “Big Guy” with your own name):
Working from home has its advantages and disadvantages.
(Many of which I am sure will become excellent fodder for future posts.)
Recently I left my desk and headed into the kitchen for a refill of some kind.
Today marks seventeen years.
Seventeen years of marriage to the most awesome person that has ever graced my life.
Seventeen years of love.
Seventeen years of hate.
Seventeen years of hurt.
Seventeen years of healing.
If there is anything that I have learned in these past seventeen years, it is this:
The New Year is here.
Hello, 2015. 🙂
I wanted to write this yesterday — makes sense right? — but today is better than never.
That’s the latest New Year advice my wife gave me.
It turns out that having a personal blog is going to take more brain power than I first realized.
But it’s all good.
I’ve been thinking all week about what to post about. With Christmas this week — tomorrow — I figured I would write a little something with a holiday slant.
I kicked several ideas around in my head, but most of them ended up in my mental wastebasket for various reasons.
With Christmas upon us, a lot of focus and pressure is placed on gifts, I am reminded of something I learned in my Family Communications class in college: