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Shit They Don’t Teach in Design School: Get Money!

I should preface this: I never went to design school. I never liked the idea of paying someone to teach you how to be more like them. I’ve always found it more informing and inspiring to find mentors and those you look up to for inspiration and go on the interwebs and find design tutorials. Nobody can teach you how to be you, but you can find ways to bring the best out of yourself without paying out the ass for your education. Nothing against design schools, it just wasn’t the avenue for me. That said, design schools teach you a lot about the technical aspects of creativity. You can learn everything thing there is to know about Adobe (that it’s not just huts in Arizona), make some good friends, network, and all that good stuff. One thing they never teach you though is how to get your money. Money isn’t the reason to get into graphic design (trust me, it really isn’t) but it’s important that you get what you’re due. I can’t even count the amount of times I’ve gotten screwed (and still get screwed occasionally) because as a freelancer, I had no idea how to send estimates […]
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Graze Against the Machine

Recently I’ve found myself being overly introspective. I’ve been going through a period in my freelance career where I’m either getting low paid work that I feel really enthused about or medium-grade paid work that I could give a toss about. I found myself at a crossroads. I contemplated giving it all up and just getting a steady paycheck job where I could just be another cog in a larger machine. At least then I was sure to have steady maintenance and feel connected to something, regardless the size of my contribution. Then this happened: The video (from Thai Good Stories) popped up on my Facebook feed and I watched it. Normally I just scroll past videos posted on a friend-of-a-friend’s page thinking it’s another stupid cat video or a baby doing skateboard tricks in a ring of fire, but something compelled me to watch this. So I did. I watched it from beginning to end without pause. Something rare happened: out of nowhere, I began to cry. I couldn’t explain it, nor could I have imagined that a short video on Facebook could move me so much to cause my eyes to leak salt water. If this weren’t me we […]
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