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The Cover Story

Posted on January 11, 2014

I don’t believe there’s a person I know to whom I haven’t mentioned at least once that I’m kind of a narcissist, so when I decided to go through with my quitting social media plan, I realized the posts themselves wouldn’t garner sufficient attention from the people in my friend’s list on Facebook and thus could have left a lot of people wondering where the hell I disappeared.

‘The Cover Story’ was set up as a 16-day teaser, with one image posted as my profile’s cover photo every day and a countdown being issued, without any other explanations than the content within the images. Unknown until the reveal, I would delete my Facebook account at the end of the countdown. Sure enough, people started following the story and ‘liking’ it every day. With 3 days left, I posted the first part of the story detailing my motives, and at 1 day left, I posted the second.

It was a fun storytelling experiment through an unconventional medium. I tried to have both ups and downs, and then slowly reveal what the subject is about. I also had a self-imposed limitation to how I could tell it (which made it even more interesting to write) although I don’t think anybody noticed it: each image had exactly as many words in it as the number of days left – no. 12 had 12 words, no. 5 had 5 words, and so on.

It’s the little things that make me excited.

Why I’m quitting social contact – part 2/2 – the emotional arguments

Posted on January 4, 2014

I wrote in my previous post about the rational arguments as to why I’m quitting social media. What I intentionally omitted to mention was that I would also be ceasing any form of social contact for an undetermined period of time. As such, the change of wording in the title, from “social media” to “social contact”, is neither accidental nor overstated. Allow me to explain.

I’ve identified myself as an introvert for as long as I’ve known what the word meant. Starting in 6th grade, I believed that I would always be more comfortable when I would have only myself for company, free from the constraints of others’ demands or wants and free to explore whatever my heart sought after. Over the next few years, I sunk my time into video games, books and online chatrooms with the same enthusiasm as others my age would invest in going out and other, more social hobbies.

By the time I finished high-school, I had resigned myself to being somebody who would never enjoy the benefits of a large social circle; I cherished the few friends I had, and that was that. I wouldn’t go seeking new people because I didn’t believe I could connect with somebody more than I had already done.

The problem with this kind of thinking, of course, is that I never experimented. I didn’t actively befriend more people because I didn’t really know what the previously mentioned benefits were and thus underestimated them.

That changed during my university years. Joining a large student NGO meant that not only did I have a large pool from which to acquaint myself with others, but also that they have been selected to have the same kind of ideals and objectives like myself, something high-school and even the university I attended weren’t able to do. Over the next three years I found myself developing relationships with a myriad of people that I felt more connected to than ever before.

Throughout the past 8 years or so, I would periodically sink into pits of depression. They would last anywhere from a week to more than two months and would come around anywhere from two to four times a year. Some would come and go like clockwork, in a certain period and with a certain weight to their blow, others would dig deep down and change me. Change my views, my opinions, my values and, always, my sense of self-worth.

Slowly, I became a recluse. I started relying only on myself.

It has taken me the better part of my life to realize what drove me into them, what stood at their root, and it’s only been this autumn that I realized the festering cause: lack of social contact. Having no friends to interact with, nobody to have a decent or maybe meaningful conversation with, had been eating away at my mental health every year.

Slowly, I became a recluse. I started relying only on myself. I integrated an unhealthy amount of sarcasm into my sense of humour. Apathy began taking the place of empathy. I satisfied myself with transitory, ephemeral relationships through virtual mediums. Having friends I could activate only when I wanted to gave me a sense of power, as if I felt I could control the contact between us so I would draw only the benefits and suffer none of the downsides of what nurturing a friendship actually entailed. I put up walls so tall the sun wouldn’t shine on my side.

Later on, I would become excessively proud of my own independence. I would ask nobody for help, because I believed that having the strength to endure whatever life throws at you is a critical quality a man must possess. These days, I’m not so sure. As a matter of fact, I’m not sure of almost anything now - I became an agnostic sometime ago. Ultimately, the consequences of this type of independent thinking led me to turn into a solipsist, that is, if I can only be absolutely certain of the existence of my own conscience, then logically that means I’m the only conscious entity that does exist – until proven otherwise, of course.

The other logical conclusion I took was that the discovery of the cause of my depressions, meaning the lack of social contact, meant that I wasn’t an introvert – I was actually an extrovert. Interaction with other people made me happy and it carried positive results: over the past three years, my depressions were fewer, more shallow and they lasted less.

So why on Earth, after realizing all this, would I voluntarily choose to isolate myself?

I’ve mentioned previously that both the volume and the quality of relationships I have been a part of since entering university has overall been higher than the ones I entertained until then. I’ve found that the feeling of being connected, of sharing the same prospects, values or interests with somebody, has been stronger and more prevalent.

But why, then, if I had solved the issue and had (arguable) success with it, did I keep falling into depressions?

I realized that my proposed solution was incomplete, or rather, it required an addition that changed it enough that it required viewing from another angle. It wasn’t only the lack of social contact that sent me spiraling, it was the lack of what I considered high-quality social contact, which meant that I not only sought to feel connected with somebody, but to have someone with whom I could feel comfortable tearing down all the walls I put up and admitting I’m human – something that most of you reading this would think is difficult, but attainable. For me, it means giving up everything I’ve worked on for half my life.

I grew up with an old-school mentality on many things, and the old-school dictates that men don’t complain.

That kind of connection is something I don’t expect to find in a friend or even a best friend. I’ve tried finding it in romantic relationships, but somewhere down the line I realized that it was expected of me to fill either the role of ‘rock in the storm’ or ‘wise counsellor’; sometimes I would fill it voluntarily.

I grew up with an old-school mentality on many things, and the old-school dictates that men don’t complain, they don’t admit to being or feeling vulnerable, and they sure as hell don’t talk about their insecurities or mental health.

The conclusion I eventually arrived at is that until I found somebody with whom I could mentally strip down naked in front of, nothing was going to change. Basically, the reason I haven’t escaped my recurrent sinks is that, and I’m laughing as I’m writing this because of the absolute-fucking-ridiculousness of how this sounds like coming from me, the reason is that I haven’t fallen in love.

I can’t force something like that to happen. I can look for it, ask for it, beg for it even, but if I’ve learned anything from all the testimonials I’ve listened to and the literature and cinematography dedicated to it, is that it has a mind of its own. The result is that until it somehow magically and miraculously happens, I’m stuck with feeling down.

I’m not okay with that. The perspective of going in and out of depressions doesn’t exactly tickle me jolly. It may take anywhere from a year to 20 years to never until that certain someone comes up, which is altogether too much.

That means I need to buckle up and enjoy the ride, and the only way I can learn to enjoy it is by becoming comfortable with who I am and with my own company. In turn, achieving that entails spending more time with myself and with my thoughts.

I don’t expect it to be pretty. This isn’t going to be like taking a little vacation up in the mountains to smell the fresh air and pick daisies. I’m still going to go through daily life: working (remotely), paying the bills, buying groceries and learning, but I won’t have any of the support systems I’ve developed to help pick me up when I’m down, because I intend to go down.

The purpose is to climb out of this journey feeling at peace with myself.

Basically, the only way out of this cycle is going as deep as I can into a depression, because that’s when my self-analysis is firing at full capacity and when I can become as jaded as possible for the most objective possible viewpoint. I call this process “seeking the abyss”.

I have no intentions of harming myself. I’ve gone through this enough times that I know when I’m not thinking clearly. Just as well, my personal views on life, along with the solipsistic mentality I’ve talked about, make me enjoy life and have me excited for both future opportunities and experiences as well as the future itself.

The purpose is to climb out of this journey feeling at peace with myself. It’s a process a lot of people go through, some earlier, some later than others. I will be neither the first nor the last to embark on it, but nonetheless it’s something I have to do, and I’m determined to seeing it through.

Out of respect, I won’t jump into this cold turkey. January will act as a buffer month for easing into rhythm, and will allow me to meet up with everybody I would like and everybody who wishes to talk to me before I start this. It will offer me enough time to get as organized as I can with the logistics behind everything and to slowly withdraw myself. Likewise, I have one last responsibility of hosting a design workshop in early February which I’ve planned a few months back, and that’ll be it.

I have no idea how long this will last; I’m estimating anywhere from 4 months to a year. It’s a sufficiently complex process with a vague enough conclusion that I can’t make any promises of when I’ll be back. To be honest, it’s going to take a lot just to figure out how I’m going to know that the journey is complete.

As to the effects on current relationships with my friends, I trust they’ll understand why this is important to me. I don’t expect to return to the same situation as before, because inevitably both they and I will change over the course of the following months, but as one author puts it, “I will take care of me for you, if you will take care of you for me.”

Until then, thank you – it’s been fun.

Why I’m quitting social media – part 1/2 – the rational arguments

Posted on January 2, 2014

I joined Facebook on June 18th 2010 by being a smartass, followed by Twitter on November 22nd with a vague promise, and I started this very blog roughly one year later on 11/11/11 – I’m a sucker for numbers - with a short self-analysis and the reason the world didn’t end in 2012. (You can thank me for that later.) Since then, I’ve become a member of about 20 to 25 social media and networking platforms, checking everything from learning-based ones like Quora and Wikipedia, to procastination-enablers Reddit and YouTube, from professional aids such as LinkedIn and Behance, to fitness-based communities Fitocracy and Dailymile, and many, many others.

I can’t deny that there have been advantages to using each of them. I could name at least 5 things I’ve learned from every single one, and certainly at least 20 from the major networks. I’ve grown both personally and professionally by interacting with people through the channels they’ve offered and by using the tools they have available. I’m well-aware I wouldn’t be the same person I am today without them. Take that as you may, but I mean it in a completely positive sense.

However I’m not optimistic about their future utility for strictly personal use. I have a few issues with the perspective of using social media for yet another year, and for ease of reading, I’ve labeled each of them:

The addiction to novelty

Issue № 1

Before I even get into problems of volume or quantity, I’m displeased with how I have become so accustomed to having information served to me from various sources that I can cherry-pick according to my mood and preferences. It’s gotten to the point where I’ve started giving undeserved attention to the ‘novelty’ of an element – that is, the perceived quality that the more recent an item, the more value it has.

It is not right that the only way information can get to me is by having somebody post or share it through various channels, for it to fight through poorly-understood algorithms so it can (maybe!) grab my attention through a catchy title or thumbnail. The quality of the material itself, the thoroughness of its research and the ranging impact it carries should be qualities I offer more attention to.

There is a wealth of articles, studies and opinions scattered throughout the internet that I can dive into, thanks to search engines, indexes and lists of all kinds. Books and the printed word have always held the distinction of encasing valuable knowledge between their covers, and the majority are really only printed a few times. Aside from fields where constant update and editing is required, why should I ignore what’s already been written down?

The diminishing value of my words

Issue № 2

The average person on a major social network follows the updates of roughly 300 to 500 individuals and 100 to 200 companies, personalities, groups or communities. Even in an optimistic scenario where a person proactively cleans up their news feed and selects only the most relevant of these communicators to be displayed to them (something I’ve been trying to convince people to do for a while), there’s still well over 150 distinct emitters. In that scenario, I would still represent less than 1% of what my intended target receives, and with more people connecting together, that small percentage is bound to get even smaller.

Call me a narcissist, but I place the value of my opinion at more than just the average. I think that due to learning how to select, filter and curate the content I share – and investing no little effort into it, for that matter – my posts should hold more weight than Joe Smith and his KFC check-in.

The fact is that the vast majority of social networks have no means of differentiating between Joe and myself by anything other than the number of peer appreciations and subsequent shares, both of which are mandated by the personality and mentality of the crowd we chose to share with. Let’s face it, most of you reading this have not optimized your news feeds to focus on quality – because you’re not there for it, or you’ve resigned yourself to not finding it in that context. Social networks have lost their potential for harnessing quality.

The lack of permanence

Issue № 3

This is something of a technical offshoot of № 1 and it refers to how, once I’ve said something somewhere, it’s essentially gone. Those lucky to have seen it might have read it, might have interacted with it, but months, weeks, sometimes even days later, it’s very difficult to find it again. You’re faced with the option of trudging through your browsing history or asking the person if he or she remembers it – which isn’t an option when the person has no idea who you are.

The poor search and indexing options major social networks have certainly don’t help. At one time, Facebook experimented with a “Save” function that allowed you to store updates or posts from others in a personal folder, but I don’t know what became of that. Most platforms in the field seem to leave it to the user’s initiative to “save” what they find useful or interesting, through apps like Pocket or Evernote (or even the humble bookmarks), but then you’re faced with having to add yet another service to the already complex myriad of tools you use. Too many apps, too much time lost in maneuvering through and around them, while losing track of what’s important: the content.

The illusion of learning

Issue № 4

Everything moves fast in social media. I’ve gotta stay on my toes to catch the latest news or meme or movement, because if I miss the first few days (sometimes hours), I’ve lost it. Because of this high-speed flow, I’m flooded with information and never feel a lack of it. I can’t remember the last time I felt not enough happened on the internet.

A direct consequence of this phenomenon is that after consuming a piece of content, it has no time to settle, to give me time to digest it or remember it for longer than a few hours or days. Only a small amount of what I read and see really passes through and makes me think about it. It’s a damn shame, because there’s tons of great topics out there to consider. But when I’m hit with wave after wave of new and potentially interesting things, I just keep consuming until I’ve taken in too much to handle. At the end of the day, I may have read all I could about a subject, but I won’t be able to detail it in a coherent manner to another person.

What ultimately happens is that I’m left with, as one cartoon puts it, “an approximate knowledge of many things”. I’ve spoken about how one of my life goals is to become mediocre in as many fields as possible, but even being mediocre implies having an absolute knowledge in a field, even if it’s incomplete or only touches the basic introductory parts of it.

The oversharing syndrome

Issue № 5

Due to hanging around on various news, link and image aggregator websites, I tend to read and see a lot over the course of an average day. Due to both the fact that I’m always taking things in and the way I’ve taught myself to share these respective items, I’ve developed the need to communicate them to whomever I believe may also be interested, which in turn start to hail me as some kind of authority in the subject.

Another problem is that having done this so often, I start thinking about how I’ll share something, and whom I’ll share it with, as I’m consuming it. This leads to less attention and less power of thought being given to what I’m actually looking at, which together with the satisfaction and fake reward I perceive in having a field or expertise associated with myself, contributes to making me think I’m actually more qualified in that certain field than I actually am.

It’s a cognitive bias very similar to the Dunning-Kruger effect, which states that the self-confidence that stems from believing myself competent actually masks my (very real) lack of competence. In complete honesty, that kind of realization about what I’m doing to myself makes me despise myself whenever I become aware of my own ignorance.

The fake validation

Issue № 6

As easy to guess as it is, this one carries a heavy blow. I take an unreasonable amount of pleasure from having my posts and comments liked or shared. Each new notification of how somebody liked something I said triggers satisfaction centers in my brain and makes it give me a mental pat on the back that’s equivalent to receiving actual verbal praise. Which, of course, is false. The person on the other end simply gave a bit of attention to what I posted, clicked a button, and then went on to consuming another piece of information.

The fact that I get this kind of validation means I’m encouraged to comment more often and invest extra effort into it, which leads to more positive feedback and thus further encouragement. It’s a vicious cycle that I want, need, to break out of.

I won’t deny the fact that my activity on social media has helped me have a stronger voice or become better known among my friends and maybe beyond, but this reputation boost has too small of a return, all things considered. It has always been the things I’ve done, more than the words I’ve said, that has made my name stick in people’s minds. I need to remember that.

The excessive time I sink into it

Issue № 7

Partly a consequence of № 6, partly an effect of social media developing into an excuse. I tell myself I’m not really wasting time: I’m either passively or actively interacting with my friends, I’m learning new things, I’m developing communities, on and on and on forever. I’m exceptional at finding excuses – it’s one of my talents, alongside bullshitting.

The point of the matter is, I’m investing all this time into all kinds of activities that have no long-term value or return. Sometimes (most times?) there isn’t even any gain on the short-term, just a vague possibility of it.

I’m not the kind of guy that makes plans for his future. For a long time, I swore by the motto “go with the flow” – take what life throws at you and run with it, don’t plan. While I still keep this in mind, it’s time to worry about how just my personality won’t be enough to get me ahead in life: I’ll have to actually know a few things. In order to get started on that path, I need to take control of my time the same way one takes control of his personal finances. In more ways than one, time is money.

In conclusion

Social media is currently keeping me from becoming a better me, and that means it’s gotta go.

What’s next? Even though I’ll be permanently deleting my Facebook account and will cease posting on any social network platforms (exceptions being LinkedIn and Behance, where I’ll only update my profile when required), I will still be using and posting on this blog, due to how I perceive it as a counter to many of the above-mentioned issues, and it will from now on act as my sole public point of contact with others – you. Email will still be here (mail at danbaciu dot com). I’ll still be here – sort of.

Part 2 will follow in another 2 days, detailing the emotional, interpersonal arguments and expanding on what I’ve written here.

Impressions of Rome

Posted on October 28, 2013

Travelers busking in the metro
by fiddle or sax or guitar,
coins clattering in paper cups
Ding, grazie, Ding, grazie,
That’s lunch.
New graffiti on top of old graffiti
on top of ancient -
vandalism is timeless
as history repeats itself:
“Augustus was here.”
Guided tours of mother ducks
leading their aging ducklings
through narrowing streets
to ease their passing.
When all roads lead to Rome,
Death follows.
Indian and Pakistani aliens
hawking their shawls
and handbags
and coloured plastic flashing toys
one euro very nice,
scurrying like frightened mice
before the carabinieri.
Sharply-dressed old
debating politics and football and women
and youngsters and cars and the weather
gesturing wildly
as if it’s their national sport
it probably is.
Scooters zipping left and right through traffic
like mosquitoes between raindrops
helmets firmly fastened
as if cars aim for their heads.
Light brown boots covering white cotton socks,
tan leather belt strapping light cream pants,
navy woolen cardigans hugging striped silk shirts,
curly beards beneath curly heads:
“We’re gonna hit Milan in November,”
he confessed,
“for shoelaces.”
So many buildings
flocked by tourists hand-in-hand.
Aged marble lining old cement
reinforced by new concrete
in every square and market
blur the line between
legacy and
The City clutches its fragmented remains:
money still flows
down the Tiber.

* I actually enjoyed Rome, don’t get me wrong. It’s a great city, and it’d be a pleasure to live in it, I’m certain. But as previously mentioned, I tend to be a snarky bastard more often than not.
** I am horrible at free verse.
*** Actually, make that any kind of verse.

Question the truth

Posted on October 25, 2013

Back in the 1950′s and 60′s, doctors would frequently recommend smoking cigarettes and ads of them endorsing certain brands were popular. Until the 1970′s, it was thought that if women ran a marathon (roughly 42 km), their uterus would fall out, and they were forbidden to run in such races. Einstein once thought the universe was a constant, in that it always was and always will be the same. Popping your knuckles and joints doesn’t cause arthritis. Reading at night or in poor light has no permanent effect on your eyes. There is no such thing as a “tongue map” of different taste regions. A number of scientific theories you grew up with or were taught in school are no longer supported. So how do we know what and what not to believe?

The situation

or what you need to know

We have gone through more than 450 years of modern scientific inquiry and research, and millennia of exploration and discovery. Over time, we’ve postulated theories and made assumptions about how the world around us works. We’ve been continually adding, subtracting, correcting and connecting various hypotheses in an effort to further our understanding, but even after so much time we are finding out that some elements of this respective understanding are, quite simply, wrong. Not a lot, mind you, but enough to pose some questions into how we treat the information we are offered as fact.

The most widely accepted explanation of a phenomenon is called a scientific theory, which is born out of a relatively simple process: you propose a hypothesis, then perform experiments, observe the results and check if they support your hypothesis or not. If it offers new insight or challenges current assumptions, you publish your findings and have others analyze your process and evidence and decide if it’s reasonable or not. If it is, then it becomes a theory (depending on the field, there can be competing theories). If it isn’t, then maybe it’s time to review, or provide further data to back-up your claim. Alternatively, in the case of scientific laws, you observe phenomena repeatedly, gather the data and offer explanations on why this or that happened.

What’s my point here? A scientific theory is essentially a best guess. Varying by field and complexity, it’s based on (potentially hundreds) years of study by anywhere from tens to thousands of contributors, each ready to challenge any inaccuracies or possible fallacies, and it’s considered the reliable and accurate representation of its targeted phenomena, but in the end it’s still a guess.

The problem

or what should scare you

Everyone who we assume has a great deal of knowledge in a certain field such as doctors, researchers or professors are just as vulnerable to misinformation as the rest of us. Poorly researched theories and studies are not always easy to spot. They all have varying degrees of education and experience, and may suffer from a degree of bias or have preconceptions, liked, and disliked theories.

There’s an old joke that goes like this:
“What do you call the guy who finished last in med school?”
Only it’s not a joke.

Researchers and research projects are almost universally underfunded. They compete for grants and sponsorships and regularly have to make their proposed hypothesis and predicted findings more attractive and marketable. Some of them ignore data that invalidate their hypothesis (and thus years of work) or cherry-pick results that further their claim.

A number of studies which make universal claims dealing with medicine, sociology and psychology have test groups and sample sizes consisting of subjects from a single country or group (sometimes only students from the researcher’s university), instead of truly randomly picked individuals (due to obvious cost issues). There are several fields of study where we have insufficient studies or not enough data to take universal conclusions, either because we’re dealing with highly complex systems (e.g. human body), we can’t take into account all the elements that may influence the results or we’re simply unaware of outside factors.

There is mounting evidence that an alarming number of research papers, especially in the bio-tech / medical field, are incapable of being replicated and thus confirmed. On the other side of the world, China, the largest nation by number of citizens and ranked second in terms of GDP, falls victim to widespread corruption in its research efforts and is largely discredited as a reliable source.

The solution

or what you should keep in mind

What you need to understand is that science is dynamic, which means that even if we’ve arrived at a common agreement, that doesn’t make it an absolute truth (except in math). Science doesn’t deal in absolutes – that market is cornered by religion. We don’t know everything and the things that we do know, we’re only sure of until proven otherwise.

At a consumer level, in industries where there is money to be made and especially where there is heavy subsidization, there will always be (sometimes significant) pressure on qualified specialists to embellish or modify facts so there can be a higher volume of sells. Never trust anybody who claims something is good or bad for you at face value.

In conclusion, I’m not suggesting you should contest research findings (unless you can offer an alternative theory with analysis and experimental data to back it up) from various fields, but I am suggesting that you should always understand that just because something is universally accepted, or if somebody said it’s so, doesn’t necessarily make it true. It may very well be the closest thing to the truth, but that may not be enough.

I’ve said a few things and made a few assumptions in this article. Why do you believe them?

The things I’ve left unsaid

Posted on October 14, 2013

Back in April this year, I had something you’d call an epiphany. I’ve always struggled with certain negative elements that define me and the way I behave with those around me, even my closest friends, and instead of trying to find a way to fix it I’ve just shrugged my shoulders and assumed that’s how it’s going to be. Then the simplicity of the solution hit me.

I’ve waited a long time to do this, so bear with me.

The problem

or why I’m a prick sometimes

Those who know me in the slightest are well-aware that I’m not the kind of guy to shower people with compliments. On the contrary, I’m much more liberal in my criticism (constructive or not) than anything else. I always find something to comment on, whether it’s the wording and delivery of an idea or the construction of the concept itself. People (most probably) think I’m never content with anything – which is true. The problem is that I’m never content with anything I do, but I always mistakenly translate that to everything others do as well.

I’m kind of a perfectionist. Not in the sense that I lose sleep over trivial details in my work (although that certainly happens from time to time), but that I’m never pleased with the outcome of my work. Yeah, I can ship off a project that’s not 100% as I want it to be, but that doesn’t mean I’m happy about it. There’s always something that stands out in a weird way, something that isn’t transmitted in an ideal form, something that’s just … off. You know? I haven’t done something I’m proud of in years – if that.

I’m more conscious than anybody else that I suck. But this type of thinking pushes me to get better. Without constant self-criticism, I would still be wasting my time playing video games back in my home town. That’s fun, right? Of course it is. But that doesn’t mean it’s healthy.

That’s why I’m such an annoying prat. I’ve always assumed others had the same type of thinking or, at least, they should have. Who doesn’t want to improve themselves, right? Right, of course they do. But that doesn’t mean I have the right to assume people are ready to accept my opinions or that they even want it in the first place. The reason can be anything from being in a poor mood, over-anxious about the outcome, constrained by deadlines or, whatever, it doesn’t matter. Assuming something doesn’t make it true, even if I want it to be.

This is a big issue for me and how I behave around the people I care about. Most get used to it sooner or later, but (I imagine) it’s not a pleasant process. You always wonder if I’m being sarcastic (usually, yes), if I’ve got bad intentions (I don’t) or if my opinions are actually honest (they are). Until you figure it out, I may upset you. And that sucks, because I don’t want to.

I can’t change that about me. I can, however, say thank you.

The solution

or something close to it

I don’t claim this is going to be some kind of magic make-it-all-right solution, far from it. My only hope is that I might apply a rough band-aid on my reputation with people and the way they view, if not me, then at least our friendship.

I’ve recorded a few videos of myself this weekend, sitting in a corner of my home with a glass of water for roughly 12 hours, and just talking. Letting it all out. All the things and opinions I have of the people who have had a small impact on my life and the way I am, but for once, just this once, it’s all positive and absolutely heart-felt.

There’s about 80 videos resting on my hard-drive right now, each dedicated to one person who I’ve always appreciated for at least two or three things, but with the exception of a small handful, I’ve never let them know it. I plan on uploading and sending them out, in private, sometime on Wednesday evening to their respective owners. Odds are, if you’re reading this, you’re getting one. If not – please forgive me. I’ve tried.

Thanks go out to: Ada, Adi, Ale, Alex, Alexia, Alina, Ana, Anca, Andra, Andreea, Angela, Anghel, Anto, Ami, Arama, Atz, Augustin, Aylin, Bibi, Billy, Catalin, Catalina, Cezara, Chiru, Corina, Edi, George, Ioana, Irina, Isa, Katy, Laura, Lola, Luiza, Lupu, Malte, Maria, Maxi, Mihaela, Mihai, Milo, Mircea, Miruna, Mom & Dad, Paula, Posh, Raisa, Raluca, Robert, Sabrina, Sorin, Stanciu, Teo, Tudor, Vlad.

Timpul să mă-ntorc la scris.

Posted on July 27, 2013

A trecut mai bine de un an de când am scris ultima oară pe blog, dar încă am lucruri de zis și experiențe de povestit.

O să urmeze o restructurare a site-ului, o să uploadez mult conținut nou, lucrurile se vor mișca din nou … cel puțin pentru o perioadă scurtă cât ține avântul.

Când am pornit treaba asta, am făcut-o cu scopul de a ajuta pe alții să conștientizeze anumite lucruri și să învețe altele. Conținut care să aducă valoare celui care-l citește, într-o mai mică (cam întotdeauna) sau mai mare (în visele mele) măsură. Viziunea rămâne aceeași, doar că de data asta vor mai intra și niște experiențe personale în ecuație. Nu multe, dar suficient cât adresa de să fie îndreptățită.

Ah, și probabil o să scriu în engleză. Poate e puțin narcisist din partea mea să cred că mă va citi cineva care nu este român, dar mi s-a spus că narcisismul e parte din brandul meu, așa că iată.

Ne-auzim curând :)

ExplorIT – Typography 101

Posted on June 7, 2012

Pe 18 – 20 mai am participat la ExplorIT, un concurs național de creativitate digitală organizat anual în Bacău, unde am fost invitat să jurizez categoria Digital Arts, datorită experienței mele recente din domeniul graphic design-ului. Nu aș fi putut să o refuz pe Măriuca și nici nu aș fi avut vreun motiv. A fost o plăcere să fiu prezent. Am întâlnit în cele 3 zile petrecute acolo o mulțime de oameni competitivi și dedicați pasiunilor care i-au adus în mândria Moldovei, iar proiectele lor m-au surprins plăcut.

În același timp, am ținut un training: o introducere în noțiunile typography-ului. Am stat absurd de mult să-l fac (în jur de 30 de ore), iar rezultatul nu este foarte impresionant, însă măcar tot conținutul este original și făcut de mână.

Pe lângă prezentare, am avut clipuri din documentarul Helvetica (pentru studiul de caz) și câteva exemple de kinetic typography.

Mulțumesc echipei ExplorIT pentru invitație. Fără ea n-aș fi realizat training-ul, n-aș fi aprofundat un subiect interesant și nu m-aș fi gândit să realizez o întreagă serie de training-uri :)

Prezentarea în sine o găsiți mai sus.


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