This is the end, isn’t ‘it?
When I got started in my career I called myself a _web designer_. I was fresh out of my MFA program and teaching part-time in an Interior Architecture department. I felt closer to design than technology at the time.
Michael Barrett @ Abouthalf.com
When I got started in my career I called myself a _web designer_. I was fresh out of my MFA program and teaching part-time in an Interior Architecture department. I felt closer to design than technology at the time.
Seeing the David Hockney retrospective at the Portland Art Museum felt personal. His lifelong embrace of technology as an artistic tool mirrors my own scrappy history with photocopiers and inkjet prints, and vindicates every argument I ever had about whether any of it counted as art.
Highlighting my favorite 8 pieces at the 2026 Oregon Contemporary Artists’ Biennial
Adventures in adult braces
Too many bloops. Too many blips. Not enough juice. Time to retire the Apple Watch for a regular old watch.
The story of why and how I made a nostalgic RSS news reader app.
Turning a collection of Instagram posts into a handmade book.
A conceptual art photo journal for Instagram
A short love-letter to INTDEV’s website followed by some thinking about what a website needs to be.
Minimalism.club is a silly little conceptual art joke of a website that I released into the world over the weekend. The central premise is that it’s sort of funny that minimalism requires books, a documentary, a podcast, and many YouTube channels. Why not a club too?
Rain followed us to Guadalajara. The city is mid-transformation. Construction and fresh concrete everywhere. The World Cup is reshaping the streets while protesters block the highways
Meditating on time passing with crows.
My 4-year veggie anniversary passed last summer and I didn't even notice.
On becoming a Brooks Brothers customer; a justification of my bougieness
A crow and his twin observe a post-it-note sunset over the open mouth of the grand canal. Spring foliage is a background memory.
My poodle remains stoic when faced with what must be terrible pain
For the last quarter of the year, I’m turning my Instagram into a calendar.
Tagging along on a work trip to beautiful downtown Pittsburgh, just long enough to visit the Andy Warhol Museum
Notes on Charlotte, Waffle House in the rain, and Virginia Jaramillo’s retrospective at the Bechtler.
How I'm using Instagram in 2025. Making the most of a hostile platform.
Visiting Monet's Waterlilies at the Portland Museum of Art
A young man emerges from a calendar to let you know his sweater and cap are available in two spring-forward colors and also that it is too early for tomatoes.
Reviewing two art exhibitions, one by Laura Beth Reese at Blue Sky and one by Ben Buswell at Oregon Contemporary.
A long weekend in Memphis. Music, grits, ducks, and Elvis await.
Back in January, Instagram changed the format of their profile pages from a 3-wide grid of squares to a 3-wide grid of 4 x 5 rectangles. This change probably reflects Instagram’s continued effort to become a generic TikTok clone for boomers. The 4 x 5 grid of rectangles is better than squares for displaying video previews.
Sneaking off to San Francisco to see the Tamara de Lempicka retrospective at the De Young museum.
Home ownership is a journey.
“Ah, la Biennale…” he responded as if that explained everything.
"Nightcap" began with a snapshot of my kitchen window, taken from outside at just past dusk when the sky was dark, but weirdly illuminated by city lights. The exterior lights cast a strange yellow light on the grey walls of our house. I was thinking about windows and reflections, so I created a grid of bright sunny sunrise colors which I promptly buried behind iconic clouds. A wedge of lime…
She’s from Florence. You don’t know her.
Helen Frankenthaler at Palazzo Strozzi
Bumbling
Florence by Train
Welcome to Venice
Leaving Portland was easy. Drop off the poodle, get a Lyft to the airport. Go.
Lingering remenants of summer in golden afternoon sun.
Electric Ski Goggles
I remember Clyfford
Romantic Mexico
Visiting Orozco
Escaping the rain and the dark
I think Eggs Benedict is one of the best low-brow fancy meals. Poaching eggs and making hollandaise both require better than average cooking skill. It’s just hard enough to do right that you can really impress your friends if you can pull it off.
Snowy weather in Portland reminds me of my hometown
Replacing Substack with Astro and Buttondown in 12 easy steps
The internet is closing in on Glenwood, Washington.
You can't un-know something
Reading Murakami
Visiting Machu Picchu
Chinchero, Moray, the Sacred Valley
Gasping for air in the thousand-year-old Inca capital.