Summerhaven Swim Club
09/30/09
I heard this song the other day, and it reminded me of my youth, but more specifically, the pool I swam (lived) at when I was a kid. It’s Aretha Franklin ft. George Michael “I Knew You Were Waiting”.
Great song. Makes me flashback to smells of chlorine, tastes of deep-frozen Snickers bars and that irreplaceable feeling of having the time of your life just splashing around with your best friends. The sounds of soft rock ever-present in the background.
Summerhaven, later Paddock, wasn’t exclusive. It wasn’t ritzy. Hell, I’m not afraid to admit the place was kind of a dump. But it was the community’s dump. And we loved it. My parents, along with a group of others kept the place weedless, wet and working until and amid the 90’s North St. Louis County white-flight. They did all they could do, but couldn’t keep the place going, so it closed. It was a church for a while, but I think now its just a concrete hole filled with rain water. Disgusting, desolate and depressing.
What my parents and the others may now see as a worthless struggle or wasted time, I look back on as some of the best times of my life. Due to their hard word I not only learned the Butterfly and Backstroke, but how hard work, cooperation and friendship can accomplish amazing things.
“Thanks.”
Here is short list of other songs that graced mine ears while frolicking in the sun and splashing in the pool… wearing Speedos, mind you. I looked good:
1. Every Little Kiss – Bruce Hornsby
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4. I Want To Dance With Somebody – Whitney Houston
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5. The Motown Song – Rod Stewart
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6. Do You Believe In Love – Huey Lewis and the News
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7. Middle of the Night – Billy Joel
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8. When The Going Gets Tough, The Tough Get Going – Billy Ocean
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9. Hard To Say I’m Sorry – Chicago
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Check back in the next few days, and I’ll post some photos of the pool and my Speedos.
Martin Luther King Tribute
06/1/10
I wanted to attempt this style in February, and being Black History Month I chose the Rev. as my muse.
His face is made up of the words of his epic Lincoln Memorial “I have a dream…” speech.
Take a look. I am having it framed as I type.
Smoking Goat Branding
04/1/10
I like beer.
Beer high in flavor, alcohol and price. I brew at home, but wouldn’t consider myself very good at this point. I’m working on it.
We have friends in Louisiana who I would consider really good. I designed some branding for their forthcoming brewery down there.
The Smoking Goat will hopefully be amazing, especially if I get some good beer out of the deal.
Have a look. Then drink a beer and have a look again. Continue this process until the logo looks awesome.
New Poster
02/4/10
This is a poster I made for my buddy Dustin.
A classic quote from him as we drove by Effingham, IL’s infamous and huge cross.
I thought it would look good in his new apartment.
Sheltered Perceptions
01/6/10
I recently got the chance to work on a project for the Humane Society. Given the fact that every time I walk into an animal shelter I have to be talked down from taking home every animal in the place, I was happy to help in anyway I could.
With the majority of pet buying in the United States coming from breeders, mall pet shops and unfortunately mills, animal shelters (specifically the Humane Society) are left overflowing with pets that need loving homes. They are running into a perception problem however, and many misconceptions about shelter pets are accepted as fact, and often repeated as such.
To get past this, we decided to take the problem head on, and address the most common misconceptions individually.
Here is where we landed:
Lauren and Dan sit’n in a tree…
01/5/10
My good friend Lauren is getting married in July, and though I am extremely jealous of her fiance Dan (don’t tell my wife), I made their save the date cards.
I use VistaPrint to print these types of things. Though the quality suffers, and the rumor is that they are destroying local community printers nationwide, for the price they can’t be beat. Check them out next time you want to customize your own holiday card or invitation.
Here’s how Lauren’s STDs turned out: