Finding a sanctuary but losing my voice.
Looking back on a well-travelled yet otherwise directionless year.
A two-week stay in Berlin not only gave me time to explore the city, but also space to question the direction of my career and address a growing sense of disillusionment with my profession.
Ich bin ein Berliner?
With a pile of rubble sat before me, confirmation that a chapter of my life has reached its conclusion.
Three aspects of my personality have proven pertinent.
Kris Benbow, 1981-2018
Dr. James Paul Dicks, 1980-2017
I wasn’t going to write about 2015, but reading a few end-of-year reviews has encouraged me to attempt the same, so here goes…
Ten years ago today, I boarded United Airlines flight 955 from London Heathrow to San Francisco. Here’s what happened next.
Though memories of my time at university grow ever murkier, one incident still stands out.
Goals, resolutions, call you what you will, here are a few ways I intend to become a better, more productive person this year.
This weekend I will move into a new flat, the first I’ve owned rather than rented. While I’m trying not to see buying a property as an act of settling down, that I’ve bought somewhere in Brighton suggests I’ve found a city I’m happy to call home. This is partly thanks to Clearleft, the design agency I joined in 2009.
A brief thought about collaboration.
A page on my website, dedicated to a cat.
They say change is as good as a rest. With early morning commutes, a distinctive uniform and interaction with the general public, volunteering at the London 2012 Paralympic Games couldn’t have been further removed from the desk-bound job I’d become weary of.
Although I spent much of April writing a tutorial for .net Magazine, I did enjoy a brief respite while I ran the Brighton Marathon. Yep, it’s been quite the month.
A new pair of jeans, the reignited love for a city and an inevitable answer to a surprisingly surprising question. Just some of the artefacts collected during two weeks in America.
Interaction designer at Clearleft and design lead at Fontdeck.
I’ve always wanted to run a marathon, but shorter races were beset by poor training. Since taken running more seriously, I’ve become lighter, leaner and possibly even a bit faster. If I’m ever to achieve my dream of running a marathon, then this is the year to do it. An Olympic year too.
As 2012 gets into full swing, it’s time to enact the yearly tradition of setting some goals for the year ahead. By no means an exhaustive list, here are a few that have caught my imagination in the last few days.
October has been a crazy month, and I’m not even done with it yet!
Today I was told the sudden and unexpected news that one of my family’s pets, Sage, had been put to sleep. Unbeknown to us, his body was being ravaged by a cancerous tumour so aggressive, that it only made itself visible last weekend. He had days to live.
Last year was notable for a running theme on sustainability; both in the topics I was writing about and my decision not to make any flights as part of a 10:10 pledge to reduce my carbon emissions by 10%. This meant travel was based around the British Isles, and for the first time I visited all four constituent countries of the United Kingdom in one year.
A number of half-written posts have remained on my hard drive for so long that their incompleteness only serves to annoy me. So I’ve salvaged the pertinent bits and published them here.
Holiday and illness means this is the latest I’ve got round to writing a yearly review. Whilst today is possibly the latest I can get away with such a post, I still think it’s important to reflect on the achievements of the previous twelve months.
Continuing the trend of this blog documenting events that happened several weeks ago, this month saw me become the ninth member of the Brighton based web agency Clearleft.
Earlier this month I wrote about my love of organisation and systems. One such example is how I name the devices I attach to my Mac.
On Friday evening I got a call from Jon on his way back to the house after a night out, asking if I had heard anything about a bomb found near Littlehampton station.
In a recent conversation with a client, he asked why I got into design. Its something I’ve been meaning to write about for sometime, so I’ll try to publish my answer here.
As I approach the end of my latest trip to America, I continue to fight the losing battle that is getting people to understand me when I say my first name.
Before such a post becomes embarrassingly late (although I fear we may already have passed such a point) here is a quick run down of what I got up to last year.