Hello there! It is already July, what means is time to review the second quarter of – this lightning fast and very busy – 2019. The second quarter has been one of change. After coming back from Japan Aneesha moved in and we had to adjust to our new life (easy adaptation tbh).
Even though normal people usually has enough with one wedding – even more if it’s an Indian 3-day wedding – we had another wedding to prepare, celebrate, etc. We did all that without dying, what is an accomplishment.
When it comes to the goals that I have set for myself for those 3 months there is a little bit of everything: success, failure and epic failure. On one side we have Chai&Churro. I’m doing quite well with our comic strip and people seem to be liking it. On the other side of the spectrum we can find my attempts at studying that didn’t go as I would’ve liked. Anyway, let’s have a look at the list:
Write but different: I wrote a short story (wiii) and I’ve been working on something else. Would’ve liked to write more though. Partial success
Chai & Churro: We’ve published on the Instagram account (and here at the blog) every two weeks without fault. It’s been good, people seem to be liking the comic strip and I’m relatively happy with my work. Success.
Improve my drawing skills: I have improved my drawing skills during this time but I have failed miserably at being consistent with my practice and work on repetitive tasks like drawing hands, feet, etc multiple times to understand shapes better. Failure
Study: I learned some ReactJS but haven’t done enough. A week or two of studying over a period of three months it’s nothing. Epic fail
Be there for my people: I think I’ve done pretty well in this regard. I’ve managed to do most of the things I wanted to without compromising in the time I spend with my family. Success
As I said before I have done quite well. But I can’t avoid to feel that I lose track of my goals easily and I tend to always forget something that ends up being an absolute failure. Maybe by setting shorter term goals I can make it work. But that’s a story for another post. Peace
This is an artsy mini project I embarked myself a couple of weeks ago. I made a digital painting and wrote a short story. They are independent of each other but share the same seed, the title of music album: Night Driving Avenger. Hope you like it.
Night Driving Avenger
I painted this on my iPad Pro with the app Autodesk Sketchbook. With all its flaws I’m pretty happy with how it turned out 🙂
Eden of the sands
The car lights were on, projecting her shadow over the sand. She walked back circling around the opened door and sat at the driver’s seat. She opened the glove compartment and took out an old and battered notebook. With a sigh, the woman leaned back on her seat and opened the journal. “It’s finally over.” Her words came out in a murmur that expressed sadness more than anything else. She closed the door and started driving back home. She was crying. The window was open and her tears were flying to the sides of her face due to the wind that was coming through. She had spent the last couple of months on a personal mission that was supposed to bring her relief. Instead she felt nothing but sadness.
She drove through the wasteland. Home wasn’t far from there. Nothing really was. The last vestiges of her species had gotten confined to a small piece of land where growing vegetables was still possible. Scavengers roamed the sands of the desert that surrounded their Eden, but none of them was going too far. That would be a death sentence.
Back home she had a little house. One that not too long ago had been shared with a person that filled her life with joy and happiness. A person that made the difficulties of her life bearable. But that person was gone and it would never be back.
Her car emerged from behind a dune finally reaching the border of the liveable land. As she advanced the terrain changed. The sand became more compact. Darker. Fertile. She quickly reached one of the outposts. The community had increased security after what had happened. No one from the exterior was welcomed anymore. Everyone had to go through exhaustive screenings and security checks. No guns, knives or weapons of any kind where allowed inside the community. She got out of the car. Her light hair shone under the powerful lights of the outer rim. One of the guards came to her and took her to the side. She had to go through a full check up. She would be check for weapons and later would be examined by a doctor. Any sign of infection and she would be sent back to the wasteland. Her car would go through an exhaustive inspection too. Seats and any other detachable parts would be removed. Every single inch of the car would be scanned in search of explosives and hidden weapons.
She walked with the guard into the security cabin. Inside another guard was seating behind a desk. He quickly got up. “If you are wearing any weapons, please leave them over that table.” said the guard. “And you need to remove all your clothes, I will call a female guard for your examination if you want.” She looked at him. He was a young boy, maybe 20 or 22. She noticed that he looked nervous. Maybe the first time he had to examine a woman? “No need, let’s get over with this, alright? Just do your job.” The guard nodded but still looking a bit uncomfortable. She removed a knife from the interior side of her left boot. She was also carrying a gun on a holster below her right arm. An old twenty two that had been in her family for long and that she hadn’t used once. She checked the safety and left the hardware over the table. Only then she proceeded to remove her clothes. She folded everything carefully and left it over the table next to the weaponry. There was a small podium at the center of the room, the guard told her to step on it. The security check went on without incidents. She had nothing to hide. “I will call the doctor ok? Your weapons will be deposited at the vault and you can collect them whenever you leave town.” He disappeared through a door carrying her knife and the twenty two.
The doctor came in an instant later. She was a woman in her sixties, blonde hair and a little overweight. A smile crossed the doctor’s face as soon as she saw the woman over the podium. “I’m so glad to see you again Alice, Bruce and I were very worried after you left… you said nothing and after losing Alex… we thought, I mean, we want you to be safe and help you get your life going again.” The concerned felt real. She knew it was. Having someone that cares for you is comforting but that could not change the last two months of her life. It couldn’t change Alex’s death. Neither it could erase what had come after. She tried to be nice to the doctor during the examination and she promise to go visit soon, maybe stay for dinner. But the truth is that she didn’t want to do any of that. Since she had lost Alex she had focused on her mission. It was her escape. Her way of not confronting a harsh reality. But now that the mission was over she felt dead inside.
She went back to pick up her car. The guy at the security post gave her clearance to go inside Eden but not before recommending her to be careful with her car. “Don’t know what you run over with that thing and honestly, I don’t wanna know, but you should clean and repair that car before it falls apart… you’ve got lots of bumps in the front…” She said nothing, got inside the car and start driving home.
Eden was nice. Nicer than the desert at least. Alice was glad to see greenery again. Some more weeks in the desert and she could have lost her mind completely. The town was composed of wooden houses, all of them with plenty of land around them. The houses were simple and functional. They’ve managed to have running water and electricity. The survivors of Eden couldn’t ask for much more than that. The new generations had grown in that environment, they had never known the old days of prosperity and richness before everything went to hell. The inhabitants of Eden tried to keep everything as integrated with nature as possible. There was no place for asphalt or concrete in there. After all it looked like some lessons had been learnt.
It was late and the streets were mostly deserted. That worked for her, she didn’t want to speak to anyone. She opened the window and let the wind blew his hair. It was humid and there was a hint of soil and grass in the air. It was so different in there. She’d missed it. Alice parked the car at the drive-in of her house. Everything looked exactly as she left it, surely her neighbors had kept an eye while she was away. She entered the house and walked to the kitchen. She filled a bottle with tap water and walked up the stairs. It was well past midnight and she didn’t have any energy left on her.
Nightmares woke her up not longer after she went to bed. Her heart was pounding and she couldn’t catch her breath. She tried to go back to sleep but the images of the victims kept coming when she closed her eyes. And Alex, she could not stop seeing Alex’s face beaten up, covered in blood. She hadn’t been able to save her partner and had reacted with rage and anger, becoming someone she had never been. She felt the need to ask for forgiveness. If someone could understand her it would be Alex. She put on a t-shirt and shorts and went down the stairs. Left the house through the main door and came around to the backyard. The first morning light started to shine in the horizon. She walked fast, holding herself. She knew if she didn’t do that she would just fall apart. The pain was too much for her to bear. The feeling that her life was over didn’t let her breath. She looked up trying to locate Alex’s tomb. She fell to her knees in front of it and tears started to run down her cheeks. Grass and flowers had started grown while she was away. Alex’s body had given birth to new life, being the fertilizer that the soil needed. The pain and sorrow that she felt started to vanish as the sun came out of the horizon.
Get married: Yuuuuuuup!! And not once but twice (and one more coming xD). Aneesha and I got married on 3rd January at the Indian Consulate in Dubai and between February 14 and 16 we had our hindu wedding in Mumbai. It all went really well and it was an amazing experience for various reasons (like getting together people from all over the world).
Make and publish 3 Chai & Churro: done. Here, here and here. I’m really happy with how C&C is going. Still struggling with consistency in the art but I have a pretty streamlined process now with my iPad. I will talk more about this on the goals for the next 3 months.
Lose some weight: I somehow managed to lose 3 kg (91 to 88). And last week I even got down to 86.9, TEN KILOS less than when I started making changes in my diet (September 2018). Food happened over the weekend and I’m back to 88 but I’m happy with the progress.
Very happy with how things have gone. I’m also very happy that I got the chance to visit Japan, something that I thought I would never do and now I feel in the position to confirm it: yes, it’s paradise.
For the next quarter I don’t have much in my mind. It’s an extension of what I’ve done in the first quarter with some tweaks. Let’s check the list:
Write but different: I might write something for the blog (I have a couple of ideas) but I would like to work on creative writing. I have a little something prepared that I will post soon and I want to keep exploring this path. We’ll see.
Chai & Churro: Well, C&C is now a bi-weekly comic strip and it has a Facebook page and an Instagram account. I have found the workflow that makes it work for me. I could be more ambitious and do it weekly but it wouldn’t leave me with enough time for things like the next point.
Improve my drawing skills: This is a work in progress and it will never end but I want to take it seriously. I want to improve in key areas for creating expressive characters (hands, eyes, faces…) and improve the art as a whole. The consistency of my drawings it’s a problem (each Chai & Churro looks fricking different) but I hope to improve on that too.
Study: I hate studying. I’m lazy and I get easily distracted buy in my line of work is indispensable. I will focus on front-end web coding and UX as that is what appeals to me the most and where I think my – immediate professional – future lays.
Be there for my people: All these goals are very cool but they don’t matter if I’m not a good husband, brother, son and brother. I want to improve as a person as much as I want to improve on the things I like to do. This is always priority number one but is good to remind it to oneself from time to time.
Well, that’s it… not much more to say. I guess we’ll talk in July, until then peace, love & Periphery IV.
Have you ever heard of Inktober? No? Well, Inktober is a challenge that has gained some traction over the years. It was started in 2009 by illustrator Jake Parker and it consists in making an ink drawing every day of the month of October. Participants share their work with the community – Twitter, Instagram, etc. – and interact with each other. Not only you can see amazing art, you can also see people encouraging their peers in what seems to be a pretty healthy environment.
The event has grown over time and it is now quite popular. And that has given birth to parallel challenges like Wordtober, in which I participated last year. In Wordtober the objective is to write a tweet-long story using the daily prompt as a starting point. It was a really fun and positive experience. The time, topic and length limitations boost your creativity. There’s no time for second guessing, you have to use your instincts. No place for unnecessary words either, you have to get to the point. Aneesha – who also participated – defined the process as word vomit. Writing without thinking it twice once. Maybe it is like that but I surely was doing a lot of thinking before everything “clicked”.
Based on my experience last year, I think anyone with some interest in any art form should find the Xtober that fits their interest. It’s not only a great training tool, it’s also a ton of fun.
Hi! My name is Francisco and writing this post is probably a bad idea 🙂
In case you don’t know, I was born and raised in Spain. My country’s history is tightly entangled with the Catholic church. It’s a relationship that started many centuries ago but has been very important until recent times (and still is). When I was born my parents decided to not baptize me. At the time it was kind of a big deal in the family. I’ve been told that my grand parents on both sides weren’t happy about their decision. But my parents had a very clear idea. Let him grow up and decide by himself, don’t force anything on him.
I remember when I was like 10 or so, all my friends where going through the holy communion. I wasn’t and to be honest it made me feel weird. I still remember how I felt. I felt excluded. I wasn’t “part of the team”. I seriously thought of asking my parents of getting baptized and going through the process like everyone else. I don’t remember asking them so I’m just gonna say that somehow I was mature enough at that age to realize it was a silly reason to be baptized.
When I started high school at 12 my parents made me go to the optional (not for me) religion class. I went to that class for the following six years. We talked mainly about Christianity, Judaism, Islam. I think we scratched the surface on some others, but I don’t remember. The focus was on Catholicism,and we regularly read parts of the bible. But for me the stories of the bible were just that, stories. I think by the time I finished high school I was considering myself an atheist. The main reason is probably my aversion to organised religion.
Did I mention that even though my parents didn’t baptize me they took me to a million churches (approx.)? When I was a kid we traveled a lot and visiting churches was a big part of what we did. I came to hate it but now, with age – and wisdom, some at least – I truly appreciate it. Those churches and cathedrals are true art pieces. They are also a display of what the Catholic Church is and has been over the centuries. An organization that has done a lot of good – that is undeniable – but has done a lot of evil too. Wars and massacres in the name of good, the use of religion to attain power and riches, the hiding of horrible acts by members of the church – yes, I’m talking about pedophilia and others.
We find different cases outside of the Church. We have imams that have supported acts of terror, used their influence to radicalize young believer or even be active agents in terrorists organizations. In India there is a recent history of religious violences, mostly between Hindus and Muslims but it has also affected Christians and Sikh. There are many stories like these around the globe. None of them start with the faith of someone in God(s). They start with someone that is put in a position of power, a place where they can poison the minds of people that are looking for answers or the confort of faith.
Where was I? Oh, yes. So, after finishing high school I can’t say I thought much about God. But recently I’ve found myself thinking about It more. It’s gonna sound like a joke but I think what triggered it was flying. I’m clearly scared of flying and moving to a country that is 7,000 km away from my family has made me get on a few planes. I’ve seen myself asking God for a safe arrival a few times (damn turbulences). How do you ask for help to a being that technically you don’t believe in?
That made me think of the concept of God itself. I asked God because that’s the language tool that I have. But it’s not the religious god – the supernatural being that I was asking help. It’s more of an ethereal concept, a force that might or might not exist. There are things, there are questions I have that I can’t answer. And I don’t think anyone can. How did it all start? The universe is expanding? Cool, but expanding through where? There are many things that science can explain; but there are as many that can’t, at least for now.
I don’t like (and/or believe) in the idea of God that has been popularized by religion. The omnipotent “man-or-woman” that has created everything. It is too much of a human idea to be the truth. At the same time I can’t discard the idea that there is a force that gave origin to the universe we live in and that is a concept beyond our comprehension. It could be a force with a will or something closer to the idea of Mother Nature – something that balances itself but it doesn’t have a will. In the end I don’t have proof of anything, so I can’t discard anything. I guess that makes me an agnostic more than an atheist. To be honest I don’t care much for the title.
Some time back I wrote about what makes Doom II special and why it feels as good and fresh now as it did 25 years ago. In 2016 id Software, creators of the Doom franchise amongst others, launched what came to be a reboot of the series. DOOM or Doom 2016 is again an exceptional example of design. It probably has the best combat system ever designed for a video game, an epic soundtrack and it shines in many aspects. But while Doom II is brilliant in level design and the levels are a constant display of creativity, the reboot feels way more conventional and unsurprising.
I’ve been thinking about why this is the case and the answer seems now obvious to me. On the original game the creators went wild in the design of every stage. From one level to another there was little to no cohesion. Most of the levels are strange and don’t make much sense from an architectural point of view. Back then there were great technical limitations that pushed the designers creativity to new levels. At the same time the medium was still young and there wasn’t an expectation to be realistic or coherent within the game’s world.
Evolution of car designs
This applies to much more than video games. It’s something that extends throughout all the possible spectrum of design. If we look at the cars that were designed, 30, 40 or 50 years ago we will find crazy, extremely creative designs. Cars like the BMW Isseta are unthinkable today.
The car industry has reached a higher level of maturity and there are proven concepts that are common across brands. Shapes, lights, sizes… There is less space for creativity because the industry knows what works, knows what is practical and knows what is logic to do. That doesn’t mean there’s no space for innovation but there is less experimentation – at least when it comes to commercial cars – than a few decades ago.
Data-driven design for the web
The same applies to my field: the Internet. Looking back at when I was at University, the Internet was full of crazy, wild designs. Flash was the trend and people were constantly experimenting with layouts and navigation. You could see all types of things that could make – or not – sense. But the web industry has also reached a new stage of maturity. There is less space for creativity because we have data that tells us what works and what doesn’t. When users see a hamburger menu, they know what it is and how it works. Users will look for the search icon/bar on the right side of the header, because that has become a de facto standard. These and other conventions bring cohesion to the web as a whole and make for a better user experience.
This can’t be criticized. If I have to design a website today I’m going to follow most – if not all – of the proven conventions. It just makes sense. Not only that, it also gives me the freedom to work on other design elements like animation that could bring a higher meaning to the user actions. Design systems and component oriented design have pushed the industry in that direction and I think everyone will agree that it’s been a very positive turn.
But I wonder if maybe we are losing on variety and innovation by limiting the creativity of our designers. Guidelines are great, but sometimes I feel that we take this guidelines as hard, unbreakable rules. And that will keep us from having a better, more creative and meaningful web experience.
Hi there! As I explained on my previous post I’ve decided to set quarterly goals for myself. If you’ve been following my you’ll know that I did it in 2017 and even though I failed to accomplish all I wanted I found it to be a good practice. I have a very active mind, always thinking about new project. And that can be quite distracting. Having public goals helps me focus and keep working on what I want to accomplish instead of jumping constantly between new things without finishing anything.
I have a couple of things I want to accomplish this year. This first quarter I’m going to be quite busy so my goals are not too ambitious:
Write: I’m not going to be ambitious here. Publish 2 posts a month for the next three months. I prefer to post less and things that matter to me the most than just randomly write about anything. Let’s see how it goes next month because…
Get married: Aneesha and I are legally married already but we still have two more weddings to go. The first one will be in India in around 20 days. I have to survive to 3 days of events. Wish me luck 😂
Make and publish 3 Chai&Churro: recently I bought and iPad pro and I’m starting to get used to it. It’s an amazing tool and I hope it will help me be more productive. My goal is for Chai&Churro to become a bi-weekly thing but that is not going to happen now. I aim for 1 comic strip a month.
Lose some weight: I’ve changed my eating habits quite a bit over the last 4 or 5 months. It has worked out well and I’ve lost 6-7 kilos but my weight has been going up and down around the same number for the last couple of months. I want to make some progress, even if it is only a couple of kilos (down).
I’m going to be between India and Japan for a full month. I’m not sure of how much free time I will have. I’ll do my best to be on track and fulfil my goals. I’ll be doing the quarterly review at the beginning of April. Until then, peace, love & death metal ✌
I’m back. Last year was a complicated one. I had a crazy busy second half of the year, with lots of grown up things happening (remember? I’m a child with a grey-ish beard), and this had kept me from writing as I would liked to.
And yes, I also went through some kind of crisis regarding my blog. I had to “look myself in the mirror” and ask why am I doing this. What’s the purpose of my blog? Does it make sense? I was writing about a bunch of stuff, things that I like: games, movies, music… But in the end I realized I wasn’t getting anything back from it on any level and my time was better spent somewhere else.
As a result of this I’ve decided 2 things:
I won’t write anything for weeks (or months) if I don’t have anything to say. It doesn’t mean I don’t have a goal for this blog. It just means I won’t write about whatever just because I made myself a promise to write.
I don’t want to write anything review-like. There are professionals that do that and they do it way better than I do. If I write I want it to be related to what I do in my life, things that matter to me the most, like Chai&Churro, my drawings, coding or writing.
To start this new stage I’ll be looking at something I did in the past: set quarterly goals for myself. I did it throughout 2017 and I found it useful to keep an agenda and remind myself of what are my short term priorities.
I’ll be writing a post for my Q1 goals soon. Stay tuned 🙂
As a kid I loved to draw. I spent countless hours with a pencil in my hand, drawing whatever my obsession was at the moment (Dragon Ball, Sonic and others). But at some point, for whatever reason, this hobby got lost and I never really went back to it. My love for the 9th art also dates from those days; with many people influencing me. Those people lead me to dive into manga and american superhero comics but also European comic (Tintin, Asterix, Blacksad) and comic strips, mainly the Spanish ones (Mortadelo y Filemon, Superlopez, 13 Rue del percebe, etc).
Chai & Churro
A few weeks ago I told Aneesha about an idea that had been in my mind for some time. I wanted to do a little comic strip about situations in our life. We are people of different race and culture and that creates a context where funny situations are quite common. Putting that on paper shouldn’t be that difficult, and it would be a good creative effort, fun and entertaining.
Aneesha loved the idea, and we discussed some situations that we could use. After that, I worked for a weekend on putting together the first comic strip. I needed to find a way of creating characters that looked like us and, after some tries and some feedback from Aneesha, I created the first comic strip. You can see below these lines:
Yes, we started with a toilet joke. I know is not the most original thing in the world but believe me – spicy Indian food and Spanish stomachs are not the best combination. Chai & Churro was born and we were ready to put them out into that wild place that is the internet.
What happened next
Creating this comic strip was meaningful to me. It’s been a way of blowing off some creative steam, it has connected myself with my partner and at the same time with my inner child. I thought it could be special for Aneesha too. But to be honest, I didn’t know what her reaction would be. I’m not gonna go into specifics, but the things she’s said meant a lot to me.
When we published it on Instagram I was expecting some “likes” and some people finding it funny (because I believe it is). That obviously happened. We tend to “like” everything these days. But as soon as we published, we started getting a bunch of comments. People asking for more. People saying that we should open a separate account for the comic strip. I wasn’t expecting that. I think is the first time in my life that I do something and people asks for more.
But that’s not it, something else was coming. We got people telling us how much it meant for them to see a representation of an interracial couple. Specially one with an Indian in it. The Indian community is not used to see this kind of representation. And for that, I wasn’t prepared. I was just having fun, doing some creative stuff because I have an urge to do it. I was writing the most silly and stupid toilet joke. And yes, I know that in the online world, 200+ likes and some dozens of comments are nothing. But for me, if something I’ve done becomes meaningful for just a couple of people… well, it means the world to me.
I don’t know what’s gonna happen with this comic strip in the future. I have another one ready to publish and ideas for a couple more. After that I can’t promise anything because I honestly don’t know what I’m doing. The response to Chai & Churro has been overwhelming and really humbling, and I just want to say THANK YOU for all the “likes”, comments and messages.
In this time and age, it seems like career is all that matters. You have to do this, you have to accomplish that and is your career what defines you. If you ask me, that’s utter bullshit. Your career is just a little part of who you are as a person and of what you bring to this world. Your job is what you do to make money. To survive in a capitalistic world that is harsh and relentless.
Obviously, in an ideal situation, you like your job. I’m lucky to say that I like what I do. It has good and not so good moments (like everything), but overall I’m satisfied. Not so long ago I wasn’t that happy about it. I had that attitude towards my job that I was describing a few lines above. I was obsessed with reaching certain goals, accomplish what I thought it would demonstrate that I was worthy. Because if I didn’t reach my goals as a professional I was a failure.
It has taken me lots of unhappy (and scary) moments and almost two years of fighting anxiety and depression to realize that I’m much more than a what my job title says. I’m a partner, a son, a brother, a friend… I’m a naturally curious person with countless hobbies and a strong creative gene that I’m still trying to develop every day. Fuck, I’m even an occasional blogger 😀
In this two years of struggle I’ve changed the way I look at my job and my career. I’ve learnt to develop myself as a person instead of as a professional and the benefits of it have translated to my workplace.
Your job is just that, and it’s ok to set goals and wanting to progress in your profession, but don’t let it take your happiness away. I can tell you from personal experience, is not worth it.