Thursday, February 20, 2014

“Do what you love” disguises the fact that being able to choose a career primarily for personal reward is a privilege, a sign of socioeconomic class. Even if a self-employed graphic designer had parents who could pay for art school and co-sign a lease for a slick Brooklyn apartment, she can bestow DWYL as career advice upon those covetous of her success.

If we believe that working as a Silicon Valley entrepreneur or a museum publicist or a think-tank acolyte is essential to being true to ourselves, what do we believe about the inner lives and hopes of those who clean hotel rooms and stock shelves at big-box stores? The answer is: nothing.

Do what you love, love what you do: An omnipresent mantra that’s bad for work and workers. (via bakcwadrs)

Yeah, my inner life today is no richer than it was when I worked at Steak ‘n Shake.

I don’t think we should measure the value of a person’s professional life by whether they have esteemed or lucrative work. The best formulation of professional value I’ve come across is from Tim O’Reilly: “Do things that need doing.” 

Stocking shelves? Needs doing. Serving food? Needs doing. Collecting garbage? Needs doing. Editing wikipedia pages? Needs doing. Figuring out how to maximize fees on checking accounts? Doesn’t need doing. Engaging trolls on the Internet? Doesn’t need doing. Volunteering at animal shelters? Needs doing.

Ultimately, for me at least, the measure of work’s value is not expressed best by money or love. The question is whether something that needs to be done is getting done.

(via fishingboatproceeds)

Thursday, February 14, 2013
Happy Valentine’s day.

Happy Valentine’s day.

Sunday, May 1, 2011
Draw a friend.
This is my friend Andrew, but he doesn’t look anything like this. I’m going to need to get used to drawing faces again.

Draw a friend.

This is my friend Andrew, but he doesn’t look anything like this. I’m going to need to get used to drawing faces again.

Someone you like.
This is my friend Justine. But it actually looks nothing like her.
This is a day late, but I drew it yesterday! I swear!

Someone you like.

This is my friend Justine. But it actually looks nothing like her.

This is a day late, but I drew it yesterday! I swear!

Friday, April 29, 2011
I never realized my potential to look like an angry black man before this day.
It actually looks better than this, but I’ve got a crappy scanner.

I never realized my potential to look like an angry black man before this day.

It actually looks better than this, but I’ve got a crappy scanner.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010
This is a picture I drew for a friend yesterday. We work at a dinner theatre together, and when I met him he was dressed as Scudworth, so I kinda always saw him as that. Eventually Luigi was added on, then Captain Kirk, an obnoxious Anchorman, vanilla ice, and then I found out he’s a stoner. And a total princess.
"There’s no sesame seeds on this bun! It’s not even a bun!"Friggin’ princess.

This is a picture I drew for a friend yesterday. We work at a dinner theatre together, and when I met him he was dressed as Scudworth, so I kinda always saw him as that. Eventually Luigi was added on, then Captain Kirk, an obnoxious Anchorman, vanilla ice, and then I found out he’s a stoner. And a total princess.

"There’s no sesame seeds on this bun! It’s not even a bun!"
Friggin’ princess.

Also from an ad at my old job.

Also from an ad at my old job.

Drew my hand. Guess where? Work!

Drew my hand. Guess where? Work!

Ad from work! Ha. I got paid to do these :P

Ad from work! Ha. I got paid to do these :P