Naw naw that's self deprecation: like anyone who calls himself a dick online, I'm really obfuscating. I think *you're* a dick, but I don't want to say it.
Okay, so I'm a UI/UX guy with 15 years on the clock, as is said in one of my earlier posts. I've just moved to Brooklyn and among many resolutions I'm putting into practise, I'm keeping a blog on what I do because I spend comparatively little time talking about it in a professional sense.
And yes, speaking of which: my new years resolution is 1920x1080. There's that joke to one side.
I'm very good at what I do (which is, of course, why you should hire me) but I suppose - like a lot of UX professionals - I'm obsessed and tormented by the etherial nature of some of the decisions made, and want to have somewhere to ponder and pontificate and intellectualise. Some place where I am king and can delete other peoples' arguments. Yes, I like the sound of that.
A lot of the time, I hanker for a simpler time in Germany in the eraly 90s when I built stages and wired up huge indoor and outdoor concerts: but then I remember that I was paid very poorly and my partner at the time was a total bitch. And I remember how backbreakingly hard the work was. And I realise that there's something deeply wrong with human beings, that we will quite literally make anything into the subject of nostalgia.
But you get the point, right? I've always enjoyed working with closed systems and making them work is a big thing for me. Even if lifting boxes of sound gear isn't anymore.
Beyond that, well this isn't a personal ad: track me down on okcupid if you want a personals ad. I am a UI/UX obsessive, obsessing online. Deal with it.
