The Graphics of Life

  “It’s not as black and white as it seems.” That statement can really cause a logical brain to struggle. A logical brain finds the patterns, sees the connections and tends to follow the rules much more than break them. To a logical brain, things either are or they aren’t. You either do or you don’t. You either will or you won’t. There’s right and there’s wrong. It’s kind of like going to the eye doctor; 1 or 2? 1 or 2? There’s always a clear option when making a decision. Now, I will concede that there are tymes when doing the wrong thing for the right reason can factor into a situation. In the movie National Treasure, Ben Gates had to steal the Declaration of Independence in order to protect it from someone who wanted to steal it, but who didn’t respect the document. Ben Gates did what was wrong in order to do what was right…and when defending his action said, “it’s upside down and backwards”. In truth, it was the gray area between where black and white meet. Graphic designers, h...

A few months ago, I traveled with some cousins to the funeral for our uncle. While the circumstances of our trip were not pleasant, the tyme together was enjoyable. One cousin brought two of her children along for the trip. As we traveled up the interstate, we chatted about this and that, often reminiscing of our childhood and our usually harmless, but often comical antics. At one point on our journey, we passed a sign that read, “Molly Pitcher Highway”. The sign sparked a conversation and prompted the four adults in the vehicle to admit we knew little, if anything, about Molly Pitcher. It turned out, however, that my cousin’s son had recently read about and did a report on Molly Pitcher. His mother encouraged him to tell us what he learned. He informed us that Molly Pitcher helped during The Revolutionary War by carry water to soldiers. We began contemplating the circumstances of the event and asked some qualifying questions. I mean really, the lady has a highway named after her, so y...

  I went on a bike ride today up and down the many hills in my county. You see, today was supposed to be the first wind still day we’ve had in what seems like years, but what in reality is only a couple weeks. About three seconds into my ride, I knew whoever had forecasted the weather had been mistaken. Still, as the wind made its presence obvious, I pedaled on. The route I chose had several large and long hills on it and, since the wind decided to be my foe instead of my friend, I began to feel a fatigue that I don’t normally feel on my rides and it started early. Determined not to be defeated, I kept pushing forward, but the wind had the same determination and the same plan: I thought many tymes along the way that it was a true shame that the wind and I were not both going in the same direction. About 15 miles into my ride (and the wind), I came to the most difficult “hill” on my route. It is called Mole Hill, but I am of the opinion that they could easily make a mountain out of ...