Day 1: Final Concept Art

Here we are then.  A clean faced time/date mechanical, a clean time/date chronograph, and an oversized numbered chronograph.

Oh, and for the record, it is not my plan to finish each days design/designs to this degree.

30 Days of Design Discipline -- Day 1.

Well, here it is: Day 1 Watch Design.  Really, what else would Day 1 be?  Funny, I happened to design a new DK logo along the way and think I'm going to keep it.

If I make the time some days, I may be doing a computer rendering as well, so watch for those...

30 Days of Design Discipline...

I am beginning a little project which I'm calling "30 Days of Design Discipline".

The idea is to "fire up", test, and excercise my creativity and design skills, as well as respond to the discipline of creating at least one strong design per day.

This month will be entirely product design... Watches -- of course,  automotive related, environmental/spatial, a guitar, some furniture, lighting, maybe a wine opener... We'll just see where it goes (and I'm open to suggestions).

I may renew my subscription for another 30 days, and do 30 logos in 30 days, or posters... or? But that is to be determined.

Here we go!

Unbeliever...

I admit it.  I don't believe in blogging.  I am a Blognostic.

That's not true.  I do believe.

I have simply made the choice not to do it for a while.

But I am back.

I have forward-slidden.

Goodbye 2008. Good Morning 2009.

2008 has been both a quick and painfully slow year.

This house has bore witness to all kinds of complications this past year... As well as trust, faith, growth and ultimately relief.

The challenges in a nutshell: My grandmother had a stroke in March, but we couldn't go bw with her with Tracy's back as it was. Then after months of pain, trying multiple non-surgical options and procedures, she ultimately ended up unable to walk, stand, or even pick up her head. Surgery ended up the ONLY option. Within days of her back sugery at Mayo, I came down with an acute case of Cocci (Valley Fever, here) and was sick, then weak, for months. We lost Mindy, my dog of 13 years (and our dog, now). On that same day, we found out that my grandma was having emergency surgery and that they found cancer.

There has been plenty of good as well. Tracy graduated from Fuller Theological Seminary in July, with her MAT-BST, having taken on both Greek and Hebrew, and so, so much more.

I played softball in both church league and city league, and found that I can still hit the ball -- though the following attempts at base running are not what they were 17 years ago. I am younger in my head than I am on the field.

In September, It was announced that two 73ideas logos were selected for Logo Lounge 5 "2,000 International Identities by Leading Designers" -- the premier collection for Corporate Identity. There were over 33,000 pieces up for consideration in the internationally juried competition. It's my first international contest win since 2001.

Tracy has taken on teaching the senior high girls bible study and found it both challenging and rewarding. I have pitched in to help where I can, which most of the time means moving a chair or two, or hooking up a laptop to the home theater.

I was baptized in November. I grew up without that being either stressed or readily available. It is amazing the hunger to read and know more that has followed that experience.

Ultimately it has been a very good year. A tough year to be sure, but a good year. Without the challenges there is not the opportunity for growth.

Hello and welcome, 2009.
I look forward to your opportunities and challenges.

Hard Goodbyes.

There is a dog under my desk again this morning. It's her last morning there. In two hours, we have to say goodbye for the last time. It's cancer. A 2 inch by 3 inch tumor pressing against her lung -- she can't breathe... And against her esophogas -- she can't swallow. She is so weak that she can hardly stand. Yet when I got up this morning, she did too. She got out from under the bed and made the slow and unsteady walk to my office to lay down for her last morning at my feet.

Somewhere in the neighborhood of 13 years ago, I got a call from a friend. She said, that she knew someone that was moving and had to get rid of their dog. She believed that it was medium to large sized and brown and thought it was a girl.

We scheduled a time for me to see her, and I drove over to Hillsdale, Michigan in my 1983 Honda Accord. A very spirited little black dog came to the door and barked at me, and I remember wishing that it was her... and not the medium to large brown one that I had signed up for. The owner came and opened the door and I asked to see the dog. The other one. To which she replied, "we only have one -- this is her. Her name is Mindy".

I loaded the car with dog dishes, a bag or two of food, treats and a some chew toys. She has never liked chew toys. Just doesn't care. At 15 now, she doesn't have enough teeth left to try even if she did. She had 14 pulled just last year. And that doesn't leave a lot.

So I carried her out to the car in my arms. She liked me from day one, and maybe just wanted to get out of that house. I don't know what her life was like there, but she had panic attacks for years after. She has been loved though, and she hasn't for many years now.

I think she got sick on that first car ride home. It is a tradition that she has kept for many years now. She has gotten better with time and at certain points of semi-regularity has grown to very much enjoy riding in the car.

Early on I tried to rename her "Hebmuller" after Dr. Ferdinand Porsche's original design for the Volkswagen. I even tried "Heb" for short. She wasn't interested. That wasn't her name.

She has been there through many changes in my life. Distractions. Over a decade of path and career moves. A broken engagement. The most rediculous work-a-holic stretch of my life launching a new firm. With special permission, she was under my desk there for 16, 18 hour days. A 2,000 mile move out west. Another start of another company, 73ideas. When I created 73web.com, I used her as it's face. Every single customer asked what a dog had to do with web hosting, domains and email. I just said "She's my dog"... but did take her off the site eventually.

One of her classic manuvers was the hug. I would bend down and simply say, "Give me a hug", and she would come running over get up on her hind legs and put a front paw on each shoulder. And she would roll over with vigor -- even into her old age. She hasn't done that for a while. Her hips aren't what they used to be.

She was there with me finding the woman of my dreams -- that I get to share my life with. Visiting the Grand Canyon with us on the day we celebrate as our "when we knew we liked each other" anniversary (and our first kiss). She was there for most dates. At least the shakes and chocolate desserts at the house part of them. She was there when the blender exploded chocolate over the wall, the ceiling, and me... and there was only enough shake left for Tracy.

She has been here through a wedding and a remodel. And through the adoption of our (now 2 year old) Skye Terrier mix, Tess. She came alive when we got Tess. She literally became a puppy again for a little while. They curled up under my desk together. They played, chased, growled and tussled. It was as if she was 2 again and not 13.

She has been here with us through the very long summer of 2008. Tracy's back surgery and all of the challenges leading up to it and my acute case of Valley Fever. She allowed herself to be quarantined in a room with me while I was at my worst, not knowing yet what I had.

She's been close when I've been sick and close when Tracy has been sick or in tears. Under the bed and distant when she herself has been sick. There have been days that her head has been on my foot. If I moved my foot, she got up, spun around, and laid back down on my foot. And there have been days that she wasn't interested in "close", and if I put a foot up against her, she would get up and move.

It's been the hardest thing writing this with her still breathing her shallow, rapid, painful breaths at my feet. But I couldn't write it with her gone. It imortalizes her somehow that I tell her story in the present tense.

She's been a good friend and a constant companion through all that life has offered.

She'll always have a special place in our hearts.

Quote for the Day.

You cannot make a man by standing a sheep on its hind legs. But by standing a flock of sheep in that position you can make a crowd of men.

- Max Beerhohm