joelschou.com v3.0

R.I.P. Steve

joel — Thu, 06 Oct 2011 03:00:26 +0000

Mac Classic -> Rev C. iMac -> iBook G3 -> iBook G4 -> PPC Mac mini -> Intel CD Mac mini -> Intel C2D Mac mini -> ?

The world will miss you, Steve. But I’ll always be a Mac user. Always. So long.

Save the Date

joel — Mon, 12 Apr 2010 01:43:24 +0000

Just under a year ago, Medora said “Yes, of course!” We’re now counting down the days to July 17 and I can’t really explain how giddy we are. There’s a wedding website (just a splash page at the moment) up, the invites are being designed, and all the big plans are made. So close!

SOLD!

joel — Thu, 26 Feb 2009 18:26:21 +0000

Pretty obvious, no?

Countdown

joel — Tue, 06 Jan 2009 14:00:42 +0000

12 Feb: Home Sweet Home
…complications & delays…
14 Jan: Hom Furniture
13 Jan: Where thou art, that is home
12 Jan: There is no place like home
11 Jan: Be grateful for the home you have, knowing that at that moment, all you have is all you need. ~Beathnach
10 Jan: …Sweet Home Minnesota…
9 Jan: Hangin’ with the homies
8 Jan: Home is any four walls that enclose the right person
7 Jan: Home, home on the range
6 Jan: Home is where the heart is

It’s time to blow this thing up

joel — Tue, 26 Feb 2008 03:02:04 +0000

This site has clearly run its course, for more than a few reasons. Here are a few…

I obviously can’t keep up the blogging thing. I put a “For Sale” notice up on my car and never bothered to show off my new one.
This site does a horrible job of featuring my paintings, even though I haven’t finished one in quite a while. Maybe if the site actually filled its role as a quality portfolio, I’d be more inclined to continue working on said portfolio.
This site also does a horrible job of showing off my web work. Unlike painting, I actually have been doing a good bit of work here. Some of it is online, but I haven’t been updating that site much lately, either.
…many, many more reasons I don’t feel like listing (read: laziness).

So, what am I going to do? I dunno. I’ll leave it as is, for now. I’ve got a pile of ideas for new, better, cooler sites that actually serve a purpose. Clearly, this isn’t going to work and no amount of expansion/rejiggering is going to solve it. I need to blow it up and start over. I’ve got a couple other domains at my disposal, and just might make use of them. We shall see.

For Sale

joel — Thu, 07 Jun 2007 06:45:22 +0000

I’m in the process of selling my 2000 Volkswagen Jetta GLS. It’s been a wonderful car for me, but I’m ready to move up to a sweet new ride (there will be a post when that arrives). So, if you would like a fun little compact car that has been treated as nicely as can be for the past four years, head over to my CarSoup page and take a look. I also have put together a photo gallery if you want a closer look.

And just in case you do not feel like visiting the CarSoup page, here are the specs:

2000 VW Jetta GLS
Canyon Red (rare color discontinued after this model year)
Gray cloth
Sunroof
5-speed manual
2.0L 110hp engine
8-speaker Monsoon premium sound system with amplifier
CD player
A/C
Airbags
Power locks, windows, brakes, mirrors, steering
Anti-Lock Brakes
17″ alloy wheels with summer performance tires
15″ alloy wheels with Blizzak snow tires
~72000 miles

Again, check it out!

Helvetica

joel — Sat, 02 Jun 2007 16:13:17 +0000

I saw Helvetica Thursday night at the Walker Art Center. More than just a movie about a font (really!), it is an insightful look into the world of typography and graphic design, yet it is also accessible to and interesting for those who have little to no design background whatsoever. The interviews were intelligent and funny and the director, Greg Hustwit, did a brilliant job of telling a very interesting story about a typeface that is as basic and straightforward as any.

This is my hearty recommendation that you visit the film’s website, learn more about it, find a screening in your city, and go see it. You will not be disappointed, especially if graphic design and the discussion thereof makes you feel a little funny inside.

The Web Design Survey 2007

joel — Tue, 24 Apr 2007 13:47:07 +0000

HB2Me

joel — Tue, 04 Apr 2006 22:24:19 +0000

No, I guess not. I’ll just take this one in stride like the last one. Hm, now that I reread that post, I can see that I was far more ambitious in regards to this web site a year ago. Whoops. I guess I’m just getting to old for this

A Hero Departs

joel — Tue, 07 Mar 2006 04:09:00 +0000

As a young boy growing up in Twins Country, no one embodied baseball for me quite like Kirby Puckett. From the smile to the high leg kick to the superhuman performances in center field, everyone with a glove, bat, and ball wanted to be Kirby. We bounced off chain-link fences trying to rob homers like he did. We kicked our knees to our chests and took gigantic swings to attempt to capture the source of his power. We hustled, we smiled, we played and played and played baseball. I only got to see him a handful of times a year—and then barely once or twice a season in person—but Dad, Andy, and I listened every day to the game on the radio and watched him in our imaginations. Kirby was baseball.

In spring training of 1996, he woke up one day and couldn’t see out of his right eye. Suddenly his 12-year career was over. For Twins fans my age, the mere idea of a baseball season without Kirby was unheard of. We’d never seen anyone else play center field or bat third for the Twins. Every day I would check box scores and league leaders in the paper to see how close he was to the top of the batting average, RBI, hits lists—but he wasn’t there any more. Something was missing from our national pastime, and he wore a huge smile and number 34. I’ll say it again, Kirby Puckett was baseball.

And now, he’s gone. Ten years ago, his career was cut short. Five years ago, he entered the Hall of Fame on his first year of eligibility. And just a few short hours ago, Kirby entered heaven. If there’s any consolation, it’s that Bob Casey’s death last year means that as Puck passed through the Pearly Gates this afternoon, he did so to the sound of “In center field, number 34, Kirr-beeeeeeeeeyyyyyy Puckett!“

We’ll always love you, 34.

Kirby at the StarTribune