Posts tagged with #work

“When I break out the pen, alarms start going off” —Bender

Reviving two projects from 2006-2007. It’s a good enough plan for the undisputed visionary geniuses in Hollywood. So it’s good enough for me.

  • Woke up to an amazing message this week: You know what?
    I’m gonna seriously try to be this artist thing.
    For fucking real. Let’s be successful together.

— Daisy, illustrator and animal-obsessor

I love it! The new generation is on their way. I’ve been deep in the design business since I was 17. After a stretch at a full-blown agency, I’m weeks away from reaching 4 years without a 9-to-5 job. My friend & frequent collaborator, Doug Hughmanick is earning his 1-year-freelancing chip soon after that. But it all started with the decision to turn a passion & interest into a career. I’m excited to see another friend start their journey.

Who’s next?

Related: One of my favorite “moment of realization” messages from another friend, last year

Watch me make love — to hard work ethics
Cause game without ambition is game never respected

— Lemon Andersen in his poem, “Watch Me

If you sleep for too long, you could pass up your dreams.

Sonny Bamboo on the song, “Cinderella Man

  • Matt: I was noticing you write a lot of lyrics about—
  • Diana: Being really sad?
  • Matt: Yeah.
  • Diana: I have a lot of inspiration.
  • Matt: Well, that’s what I wanted to ask you about. You’re able to work when you feel like that?
  • Diana: No, but I’m able to drink when I feel like that. And then I’m able to work.

— From an episode of Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip

Can I make it to my 4 year annivorcery of not having a fulltime job? Just need to keep my head down for a few more weeks.


Coffee tastes sweeter after midnight. Related post: Confirmation gift


Window cleaning week for my apartment building.
Super distracting while I’m trying to work.
Also, I have to wear pants.

It’s 8:47AM. So far today, I have worked 8 hours and 47 minutes.

I just signed a contract using Comic Sans for my signature. That’s how we do it in the big leagues.

  • Justin: tell them you want to add a revision, then rainbows and lens flare.
  • William: Very unprofessional.
  • Chris:‎^ Shout out to William who has to deliver that contract to his HR department. Sorry.
  • William: Hah, I had to be like, “Thats his signature! WHAT!?’

The faces of Seyoung Money when she's at work

Working from The Hazel Room in southeast Portland.

Crucial step before any project launch: Search all files in the project for the word “fuck”.

Also known as: My first post. In three parts.

I.

My name is my name.

— Marlo Stanfield in The Wire

  • Most people call me Chris Rhee in casual conversation. Rather than just plain Chris… I haven’t quite figured out why.
  • Girls call me Christopher to try to be cute. Sometimes it works.
  • Everyone mentions that “Mr. Rhee” sounds like “mystery”
  • Among a group of friends, I have a catchphrase that’s constantly shouted at me: “I’m Chris Rhee, bitch!” But I’ve never said it before. Ever. Pretty sure my friend Jill came up with it.

II.

If we talk for too long, I’ll forget how we started. Next time I see you, I’m not gonna remember this conversation [...] I’ve told you this before, haven’t I?

— Leonard Shelby in Memento

My perception of passed time has gone to shit.

When I preface anecdotes with, “The other day”, I basically mean any point between yesterday and the beginning of all time.

When I preface anecdotes with, “When I was 8”, I still mean any point between yesterday and the beginning of all time.

The other day, I wanted to create a personal website to capture, collect and catalogue memories, events, interests and inspiration. With its help, I hope to gain a better perspective of what was going on in my life when I was 8.

III.

The key to staying on top of things, is treat everything like it’s your first project. Like it’s your first day, like back when you was an intern [...] Just stay hungry.

— Notorious B.I.G.

Soon, I’ll be 26 years old. I started making websites when I was 13. That’s half my life. And it all started with a (s)crappy personal website with no particular theme, plan, rhyme or reason.

Before I worked for a design agency, or startups, small businesses and multi-billion dollar corporations — I had nothing but a small, unknown place on the internet to play and experiment.

There was no audience. No one to please. Just me, hacking away until the sun came up.

I want that back.