Day 8/365: Contest Consideration
Trying to decide which — if any — pages to send to competitions. [Project 365]
Trying to decide which — if any — pages to send to competitions. [Project 365]
Wrestling at work with some quite frustrating QR code integration issues (and getting steamrolled by the marketing department’s demands in the process). Was shown this by a co-worker who recounted for me the great CueCat debacle of the ’90s and ’00s. Because people apparently thought having a dedicated barcode scanner was somehow a greater convenience than simply typing in a URL. People are weird. And stupid, I meant to say stupid. Also, is anyone else…
Don’t mind me, I’m just clicking and dragging and portfolioing. Shelby Farms: Urban oasis A story about the growth and change Shelby Farms is experiencing, accompanied by stunning photos. Check out the story here, as well as Jim Weber’s beautiful photo gallery. In the shadows A follow-up to the shocking CA story about civil rights photographer Ernest Withers’ secret life as a FBI informant. Check out part two of the Withers…
You know how when you’ve been sick and barfing for a couple of days, and you’ve gotten all the badness out of your system and you think you’re on the mend and ready to try to eat again, and you very gingerly eat some chicken noodle soup with Sprite to drink or something, to see if you can keep food down at all? That is sort of what it feels like to be back in…
Seems like every time I sit down to write lately, nothing comes out, and the only stuff that bubbles up in my head is bad, very bad. Work is a nightmare lately. I come home every night feeling completely deflated and exhausted. I take a few minutes to myself beside the closet or in the bathroom to sob my helpless little stress sobs but I suck it up quick before the other half notices what…
Yesterday I received a thanks-for-five-years-of-service award from my company. (I will have been there six years at the end of January.) I was unable to either go pick up the award or attend the ceremony because, thanks to our post-several-rounds-of-layoffs skeleton crew, I was insanely busy all night.
The CA, for a few months now, has been receiving letters from self-identified jihadist Abdulhakim Mujahid Muhammad as he spends time in prison for his part in the death of one soldier and the injury of another at a military recruiting center in Little Rock. This past Sunday, we printed some excerpts of those letters, in which Muhammad describes his purpose and what he sees as an all-out war on Uncle Sam by those Muslims…
Ahhhh, election night. I’ve been home roughly an hour now and I’m a glass in and I just want to listen to Sleigh Bells because it’s simple and dirty and distorted and I kind of just want to bob my head along to a beat right now. I have to keep the volume at a reasonable level, I suppose, because I am no longer the only person in my house. I kind of love that.…
Y’all. I read Aunt B‘s book. I loved it. Like, really, really loved it. I couldn’t read it in one sitting, however. Because it kept creeping me the fuck out. I figure that is the hallmark of a successful book of ghost stories. I can’t remember the last time I read something that was both very beautifully (and funnily, at times) written that was also quite unsettling and made me see things in shadows and…
More news designs to share! This small but fun package ran this past Sunday in Viewpoint. The story –which is a great read and might make you tear up a little or, ahem, a lot — is here.
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