...i Know Good Design When I Fail

Shared Joy Is Increased, Shared Pain Is Lessened.

Time Didn't Pass; It Tailgated.

In 1971, After Seven Years In College, With That Magic Piece Of Paper Clutched Triumphantly In My Fist, The Best Job I Was Able To Get Was Night Watchman On A Sewer Project In Babylon, N.y. Guarding A Hole In The Ground To Prevent Anyone From Stealing It. God Bless The American Educational System!

Euphemisms Are For The Differently Brained.

To Be Human : To Strive In The Face Of The Certainty Of Failure.