This is my ugly backyard. I wanted to get a complete view of it now, because I hope to be making some pretty substantial changes soon. In the meantime, I’m just confusing the h*ck out of the doggos with all these roped-off areas.
Tonight’s sunset in Reynoldstown, Atlanta. My tiny glimpse of a view of the downtown skyline through the trees is my favorite thing about winter.
Back to thinking about house stuff for a little while, as I’ve started working with a landscape designer. These are some options for concrete finishes in some stuff we might be building. Yes, I realize how boring a literal picture of concrete is, but this is the kind of minutiae I revel in. And I hope it becomes part of a before & after that’s as satisfying as this one (before, after) soon.
It’s a happy day, because Maggie turns 12 this week. I would sell my soul for 12 more.
It’s not that MARTA doesn’t go anywhere, it’s that we haven’t built anywhere worth going to around MARTA.
Published on Oct. 28, 2016 by Matthew Garbett
There’s a good piece in StreetsBlog about the benefits to transit in Atlanta if the MARTA expansion tax passes. These include doubling bus frequencies, 30 miles of light rail, Bus Rapid Transit, infill stations and more.
It’s an important stepfor Atlanta’s future as a city who’s population is expected to double or triple in the next 35 years, and critical for our attempts to be a more walkable, transit oriented city.
But it’s only an important first step. As Sam Newburg of Joe Urban puts it:
“Rail miles, lines and stations are important, but equally if not more so is the fabric of the city once people step off the platform.That is where we must set ourselves apart, and that requires…
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This is an interesting read. After having lived in Atlanta for a few years, I’m beginning to understand the importance of the role of design in cities — and the degree to which it’s been neglected.
Posted on September 24, 2016 by Darin Givens [ATL Urbanist]
Walking to a transit station in Atlanta should be a breeze. It should be a thing that you actually want to do — not a dangerous chore that you do only when you have no other choice.
In the video above, which I made this week, notice the white car turning right onto West Peachtree Street from North Avenue into a crowd of pedestrians who are crossing with a signal. I watched several cars do this exact thing before I pulled out my camera.
You can see this kind of thing all day at this spot in front of the North Avenue MARTA station and I believe it’s not just a matter of careless drivers — as someone who walks the city and observes driver and pedestrian behavior, it seems to me that the design of the street is encouraging and enabling…
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In the decade that I’ve been designing for Automattic, my job has taken many shapes. As the first designer working for the company, I was a generalist—I designed everything from the company logo to the WordPress.org website and the interfaces for our first products. While my time in college taught me a lot about art and design, almost everything I know about my career, I’ve learned here. Our company creed begins with those five words, I will never stop learning. It’s not aspirational—it’s a statement of fact. It’s impossible to work here for very long without being constantly inspired and challenged.
This year I’ve learned an incredible amount about something I’ve never thought I was good at: hiring. Earlier this year we formed the design hiring group at Automattic, a team of designers who, in addition to our regular duties, review portfolios, interview candidates, oversee trial projects, and recommend designers to our CEO. It’s a giant task, and deeply influential in how our company grows and our products evolve. If you apply for one of Automattic’s product or marketing design jobs, you’ll probably hear from one of us along the way.
When I started working on hiring, I was on my own, and I was pretty sure I was terrible at it. I didn’t cause any major meltdowns, but I had a complete awareness of how out of my element I was, and how much I had to learn. I knew I’d only get better with some help, so I asked a few of my colleagues to join and together, we have leveled up quickly, learning how to be comfortable in an environment that, as designers, none of us were all that familiar with. (I went through my fair number of job interviews after college, but my last one was in 2005!) Our efforts are already paying dividends, as we’ve gotten to see some tremendous designers join Automattic as a result of our recommendation.
Along the way, I’ve gotten to help with two major pieces of news we get to announce today. This summer, the design hiring group assisted with the monumental task of finding someone to become Automattic’s head of design. If hiring designers was intimidating, talking with some of the greatest minds in the industry about Automattic’s design was ten times so. But through that process, we learned an incredible amount about what we aspire to, and what we should do to get there. And as a result, we now have an amazing leader in John Maeda, our new Global Head of Computational Design and Inclusion.
One of John’s first ideas was to let the world know about the design culture we’ve been building, and today that idea has gone public in the form of Design.blog, a new publication from Automattic designers & friends. We’ll use it to profile the people who make design happen at Automattic (here’s mine), and to feature the voices of designers who inspire us to keep pushing ourselves to do more, and be better. Our first pieces are from Jessica Helfand, Cassidy Blackwell, and Alice Rawsthorn. Each are thought-provoking and inspiring, and I hope you’ll check them out.
In the decade I’ve been here, I’ve never been more excited about the state of design at Automattic. If you love design and are interested in what we’re doing, I hope you’ll join us.
On my way home from a doctor’s appointment today, I stopped by the new Google Fiber space at Ponce City Market. It’s a comfy little spot with super-duper-fast internet. Since Reynoldstown isn’t one of the first five neighborhoods to sign up, it was nice to get a little taste of the future. If you live in Midtown east, Piedmont Heights, Morningside/Lenox Park, O4W, or Virginia-Highland: sign up now (and I hate you). If you’re waiting a while longer like the rest of us, stop by the Fiber space at PCM and see what you’re waiting for.
“The reason this genocide against people of color continues is because far too many of us remain complicit in our silence. I thought about not writing this this morning. I thought about just retreating in my feelings of disgust, outrage, and grief. But that is not my job. Every time I, or anyone of you, retreats into silence we breath life into the killing machine.”
I want to start by being very specific about who I am talking to; this post is meant for people who look like me, those of us with white skin.
Many of you woke up this morning and heard the news about Alton Sterling, the 37 year old man who was shot and killed by the police in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. The sickening feeling in your stomach probably hit you hard as you watched the cell phone footage of a police officer charging and tackling Sterling to the ground. You knew what was coming next. And, within seconds you saw it: the police officer mounts Sterling like a UFC fighter. There is no confrontation. No struggle. Sterling is subdued and then another officer yells “Gun. Gun.” The officer on top of Sterling pulls his gun and within seconds fires multiple rounds killing Alton Sterling.
This morning my Facebook feed…
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I like to think that I was a pretty good kid. Always did my homework, said my prayers before bed every night, never got into fights. Except for this one time, one day in the second grade — the first time I ever got sent to the principal’s office.
I know exactly why I got sent there. I threw a stick at a boy named John in my P.E. class. It was pretty unlike me, and I don’t remember why, but I definitely did it — I can remember the moment now just like it happened yesterday.
I was scared to death when we got there. The only principal whose office I’d ever seen was my dad; he was the principal at a different elementary school one town over. And I don’t remember what our principal said to us that day, but I remember what I said to him. I lied. I told him that John had been the one to hit me. And the principal believed me, John got paddled, and I got to go back to class.
It’s one of my most shameful memories from childhood. I’m ashamed because the guilt of that lie stayed with me all throughout my life, but I never did anything about it. I could have confessed to the principal anytime during the years I was at that school. I could have accepted the lesson I deservedly had coming to me. But I never did.
Instead I learned a different, more insidious lesson — that white kids get the benefit of the doubt. It wasn’t until decades later I learned the other side of that lesson: that black kids like John do not. As I’ve begun to understand what white privilege is, I’ve remembered the times when I took advantage of it in my own life. To get away with breaking laws, to slack off in school, to use an already-corrupt system to bend the rules even further in my favor.
Why bring it up now? Because I see the hurt, and the brokenness, and the fear that people I love and respect deal with on a regular basis, because the system that protects and supports me doesn’t treat them the same way. Because I’ve just started to understand the monumental weight of institutionalized racism on our society, and the obligations we bear because of it. Because I see family members, and old friends, bristling at the focus on the struggles of black people, offended by their own incorrect assumption that because we say that black lives matter, that theirs do not. Because coming to these understandings have fundamentally changed who I am and how I see the world. I don’t know what to say to those friends and family yet. But I want them to see the journey I’m on, in the hopes that they’ll understand it’s not too scary to attempt for themselves.
I don’t have the answers. I don’t even have a good ending. I only have the understanding of the role that privilege has played in my life, and the hope that if more white people can admit their own, we can begin to agree that we are all equally broken, all equally to blame, all equally responsible for making it better for generations that follow.
Listening again to helicopters hovering overhead downtown last night after watching media coverage of the ensuing protests across the country, I couldn’t sleep. I kept playing over and over in my head the conversations I’ve been having with two APS graduates who are black males. “I am one bullet away from becoming a #hashtag.” A […]
Last weekend I got to do something fun; the contractor who built my house came by with her photographer to take a few glamour shots of the place. I hesitated to post these here, because it feels a little bit silly, but since I talked so much about it when it was under construction, I figured I might as well show the final payoff, too.
I’m about as self-conscious about these as I would be of actual glamour shots of me. 😆 I’ve still got a long way to go to make it exactly the home I want, but after all the effort it’s taken to get this far, now seems like a nice time to pause and enjoy how far it’s come.
This comes pretty close to capturing their personalities.