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Here’s something I worked on over at Hoodline, a neighborhood news site I’ve been loyally reading since we moved to San Francisco. It’s a bit of comparative data analysis and visualization of the longevity and composition of two neighborhoods’ main commercial corridors. Stay tuned for more!

The Upper Haight has long been known as a global destination for hippies and the tourists who love them. But did you know that the neighborhood has also become a hotspot for urban streetwear retailers in the last few years?

Divisadero, meanwhile, has seen an influx of new restaurants recently. But did you know it’s still a big hub for local service businesses, including a collection of decades-old car repair shops? …continue reading on Hoodline »

Happy Halloween


In an unexpected turn of events, and while enjoying a lovely morning in Dolores Park, I slipped and broke my wrist. I believe the medical term the x-ray technician used was “super broken”. I clutched my wrist to my body and tried not to vomit or pass out as we took a cab to the nearest ER, Davies Medical Center. It was dead quiet there, so I was seen almost immediately.

Above is my first x-ray, which I was made to understand shows that the tops of my radius and ulna are broken into more pieces than there are supposed to be, and that all those pieces are in the wrong place. I have to take their word for it, because I have no idea what I’m looking at (I was expecting something more like this).

They told me that everything being in the wrong place meant that they needed to stretch and bend and snap my arm back into place. I think my exact words were, “Cool. So how many drugs am I going to be on when that happens?” The answer turned out basically just to be a (much appreciated) local anesthetic injected around the bones and some intense hand holding courtesy of Chapman.

I don’t wanna brag, but the words “trooper” and “champ” were thrown around quite a bit. I’m waiting for my merit badge to arrive any day now.

Anyway, now I’m learning to live with a giant splint and only one functional hand. Chapman is much more involved in my hair styling than either of us ever imagined he would be. Let’s just say that the buns were not good. Now that we’re working on braiding, there’s a brighter glimmer of hope.

I’m typing this one-handed and trying not to get frustrated that doing anything in the Adobe suite without my left-handed key shortcuts is impossible. Also included in this post is a picture of my parents’ emotionally unstable cat, June, that I took when I was in Texas a few days ago for my friend Anna’s (lovely) wedding. She seemed Halloween-theme appropriate (the black cat, not Anna).


Q: What is design school like?

So like, we moved to California. This is the oldest of news, but not to you, unloved website (Happy V-Day, btw). You probably think we’re still in Austin. Moving was so much harder than I ever thought it would be. If anyone is wondering what not to do when moving cross-country…I have notes. The worst is definitely past, but there are lingering struggles. I’m slowly and doggedly sorting and evaluating every possession (physical and digital) in my charge, and today I came upon this modest treasure tucked inside an ancient mini DV tape:
I think if you analyzed the set of all my experiences throughout design school and tried to solve for the average (mean, obviously), the result would just be that video clip. I never thought 2006 would be so long ago.

P.S. Here’s one of the dozens of images that ultimately resulted from that project (this one specifically from the way the screw travels down an incline (when doused in ink, then digitized, then manipulated):

Line illustration
More from that project here.

Humble beginnings

This post is password protected because it is neither interesting nor good work, and I don’t want anyone viewing it without me contextualizing their experience (vanity). It is simply a failsafe in case all my file storage, physical and digital, is destroyed simultaneously. I also want a record of these memories.