When I was a kid there was nothing more that I wanted be than an architect. More importantly I wanted to be Frank Lloyd Wright. I’d spend countless hours drawing houses and reading up on my idol. As anyone knows anything about Frank Lloyd Wright he amassed an impressive collection of Asian prints. His love of the art resonated in his designs throughout his career, but none more than his design for the Imperial Hotel in Japan. Through my studies of Wright it introduced me to whole new world that helped me immensely with my studies in fine arts in college. While I did not go on to become that architect I had wanted to be it was the young exposure of Asian art that still carries with me to this day as a graphic and interactive designer. I’d love to attend #GlimpsesofAsia to relive those young childhood memories and hear from experts in the field and become inspired for new projects.

Thanks.

The race I ran was a benefit for ovarian cancer research (OROC). Having a daughter (and wife) makes me more aware of women’s issues I think and really glad the timing to run my first race coincided with this great cause.

Next up on my platter is a 10k called the MidTown Cleveland HealthLine Classic.

Of course with the wife she is never too far away from her camera (ugh, my gut!).

Below is a joke sent to me that I just had to share since I think it represents how frustrating our team has become (again). I say again because I remember a time before Bernie Bernie days came when people would call my team the Clowns. Sigh. Ten years is way too long to endure a lifeless pulse of a team losing profusely. Where our cry is “there’s always next year.” This is not the Cleveland Browns I know and loved. We’re a joke and sadly this joke sums up how bad it is.

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A guy walks into a bar wearing a Cleveland Browns jersey and carrying a cat that also has a Browns jersey on, along with a little Browns helmet on his head. The guy says to the bartender, “Can my cat and I watch the Browns game here? My TV at home is broken and we always watch the game together.”

The bartender replies, “Well, normally cats wouldn’t be allowed in the bar, but it’s not very busy in here right now, so you and the cat can sit at the end of the bar. If there’s any trouble with you or the cat, I’ll have to ask you to leave.” The guy agrees and he and the cat start watching the game.

Pretty soon the Browns kick a field goal and the excited cat jumps up on the bar and walks down the bar, giving everyone a high five. The bartender says, “Hey, that’s pretty cool! What does he do for a touchdown?” The guy answers, “I don’t know, I’ve only had him for 2 years.”