My office is a total disaster. It looks like someone seriously vomited index cards all over the place. And scraps of paper. Full of little drawings. And cryptic notes. With lots of arrows. And big exaggerated circles. There are markers everywhere. And highlighters. And mechanical pencils. And silver Sharpies that cause one hell of a…
Magic Beans, Elvis And Feeling Like A Sucker
A few years ago, a sweet friend sent me a Magic Bean. Which is basically a bean. With a secret message inscribed on it by elves. Stuck in a can of dirt. You water it. It grows. You see the message. There is rejoicing. I dug the idea. But I was pretty sure absolutely nothing…
Chicken Apocalypse
Last week I was taking some gnarly antibiotics for a gnarly infection. Kidney. All better now. Thanks for asking. But it was one of those uber suck antibiotics where the side effects sheet lists scary stuff like, May cause your tendons to spontaneously explode out of nowhere. Or something like that. So when the back…
One Secret. Three Questions.
There are some things I just know in my bones. Stuff that rings so deep and so true that it regularly rocks my world. One of those things: life is a song. Always there. Always playing. Whether we’re paying attention or not. But that paying attention part is super important. And so delicious. Because this…
Sexy Twins, Big Magics And Making Price Irrelevant
My studio is getting an upgrade. Which means stocking up on shiny new things that make noise. I love that. Like crazy. Of course. At the top of the list of shimmer-ey new noisemakers? A pair of synthesizers. Sexy little nuggets of pure digital hawtness that will let me work some serious magic on a…
