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Relationships in The Phantom Tollbooth, one of the greatest children’s books with timeless philosophy for grown-ups, visualized. (via)
Best book of my childhood. How can you tell I mean that? It’s not entirely a coincidence that my son is named Milo.
This visualization is fantastic.
Umm! How do I get this as a print?
“So my little cousin posted on FB that he was bored and gave everyone his new phone number…”
New favorite thing, via reddit.
Someone just called the Channel Frederator Hotline!
(thanks hammy!)
As much as I dislike Nickelback, I am willing to admit that this is actually pretty funny.
This is amazing :D
Not Out of Context, but awesome.
WAIT. I thought Archie married Veronica?? What did I miss?!
The desk was a present. My daughter turns 8 today and more than ever I feel like a father. It’s not just her age that makes me feel this way, but her growing talents and my responsibilities in nurturing them. She, like me, is a Builder of Things.
She draws; she paints; she makes books (as in literally, *makes* them, from the bindings to the illustrations to the stories within; She makes puppets; She takes photos; She. Makes. Things.
And she is very, very good at what she does.
I want to help her channel her creative energy in a way that will let her inspire others as she grows. She is a next generation maker and the creative tools already at her disposal make my childhood tools look like Play-Doh in comparison (because, actually that’s what it was). She will be leaps and bounds ahead of me. I want to pass on some of the lessons that I only learned in my twenties and thirties, now, while she is still moldable.
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My boss, on teaching creativity. Read the whole thing!
1) Be more positive at work.
2) Try (TRY) to be nicer to my boyfriend.
3) Be more social and see my friends once in a while.
We had a nice New Year’s at home. We popped champagne at midnight and then ran up on the roof in time to watch fireworks in both Manhattan and Brooklyn. I’m wearing some cardboard 2012 glasses that Erik made me and that only let me see out of one eye.
2011 was pretty good for us. I’m hoping 2012 will be even better (or at the very least, not the end of the world). Happy birthday, Barack Obama.