Ever since I was really little, I’ve always loved the rain.
Whenever I experience a slight drizzle or even a week’s worth of heavy rain, I always seem to enjoy the complexity of how rain clouds travel, and the sound every raindrop makes as it hits the roof of my home. The rattle of the roof, the cold, cold breeze, and of course, the dim, humid atmosphere rainy weather makes, are one of my favourite times just to sit down, relax, and probably read a book or two.
Over the course of 15 months, I’ve redesigned my site’s theme over a dozen times, but for ever major iteration, it’d be a number no higher than six. If you’ve been reading my blog ever since the very inception of it, then you would have at least felt annoyed about why I can’t seem to settle, or choose a design I finally seem to like.
“I like the idea of defining certain spaces or postures for specific activities. The sit and click posture taxes my cognitive and creative faculties after too long. It’s hard for my brain to move from reading to writing, designing, troubleshooting, etc., when my body remains stationary. I need to move.”
True indeed. I find it hard to switch from long hours of reading and studying to creating and designing very smoothly, unless I hop out of my chair to have a drink or something.
Oh, and go ahead and read Trent Walton’s fantastic post. Also, the post design is really lovely.
If there’s ever a site I love reading on the actual website itself, it’d be this one. The full-scale images, excellent typography and the wonderful use of huge quotes create the effect of reading through a glossy, well-designed print magazine.
The Great Discontent is a collection of interviews of the interweb’s best creatives. In short: They want to know what makes creative people tick. Also, going through the site’s archives, Garret Murray’s interview was the best.
The Nest is really amazing.
Imagine this: It’s a really cold day, and it’s practically snowing outside. You start to shiver, so you decide to switch on your heater for a little while –and you crank it up to, say, 30 degrees celsius, because you want to feel that heat straight away. Soon, your friend then calls you up, because there’s some special event happening, and your friend says you need to get there, straight away. You then leave in a hurry, forgetting to turn the heater/thermostat off.
