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Design
My favorite tools
As a kid, when I watched TV shows and all the strong adult male husband characters talked about getting new power tools for their workshops, I never understood it.
….I get it now.
Here are a few of my favorite tools right now.
Learning design – balance
Here… no, here…
Hmmm, still not quite right.
Maybe here?
Small adjustments to a design, just a few pixels, can completely throw off an entire design.
The illusion of great design
Probably not, because you just experienced good design.
Well, maybe not right, right now, but within the last day there’s a good chance you have, and by not noticing it, indicates that you had the pleasure of experiencing great design.
You don’t realize you need it until it’s fixed
There are some problems we don’t know we have.
Often referred to as ‘blind spots.’
Yup, just like when you’re driving. You check your mirrors, make sure you’re not going to hit anything, but sure enough, when you move…
The fun, and frustration of prototyping
I’ve got an idea!
Now, how does that idea actually become real and go together?
That’s what prototyping is for. So you can mess up a bunch, with minimal consequences, so that you can figure out how something, that doesn’t exist yet, and there’s no manual for, should function. As well as how it should be formed, and, well, while you’re at it, what color(s) it should be.
How I organized my banking system and why they thought I was a drug dealer
They were very suspicious of my activity when I went in to create 5 bank accounts. I’m pretty sure they thought I was a drug dealer.
Making it perfect for you, when custom is worth the price
This is the best, but…
Fits your space, your stuff, and looks how you want it
Comes at a price… for now.
Not only money, but time… is it work it?
Think so and list why
Want something custom? Don’t know what flow analysis.
Why I love cardboard and you should too
When I was a kid I made a fort/spaceship out of cardboard and was fully armed with an arsenal of nerf guns and stocked up with snacks for my imaginary journey to some yet-to-be-explored planet or jungle. How did I travel there? In a giant scribbled upon refrigerator box, I connected to my bunk bed of course.