busy three months

My girlfriend, dog and I are finally settled into our new house in downtown Indy. While it's great being so close to work, friends and amazing restaurants, I'm hindered by no longer being able to go fishing at a moment's notice. I'll find a balance. 

CODO's busier than ever and we're actually having to turn work down. We're over flowing with cool nonprofit work, new bars, exhibition design and a complete over haul of our own website. 2012 is going to be huge for our small shop!    

I joined a great Crossfit Gym downtown ( Crossfit Naptown ) — it's painful but fun. I've lost around 15 pounds but drink brew enough beer to balance it out. 

I've quickly become obsessed with bikes and am racing to hit another 250 miles before snow takes hold of 2011. 

And finally, I came within an inch of buying another motorcycle a few weeks ago but don't have anywhere to keep it. Someday. 

RFP

I wish there was a way of quantifying intangible things in proposals without sounding arrogant. We've been unable to properly articulate the level of immersion and passion we put into every single project we do.

We've framed this business so that money is only incidental to the fun, amazing work we get to produce and the inspiring people we get to work with. 

But then the world runs on numbers. 

Blah.

—

Losing a loved one calls everything into question.

Every conversation you had; or didn't have. Every minute you spent with them; or didn't.

It weighs heavy on your heart sending a lucid realization that everything is finite and some things, the most important things, can disappear in an instant.

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during my first year at Herron, I volunteered as a reading instructor in IPS. I was assigned a 2nd grader, Josel, who could hardly speak English, let alone read. together we worked hard and over the course of a year, he was reading at a third grade level. a typical lesson involved Josel talking about recess, me cursing a bit, drawing ghosts on his binder and then reading a short book together.

it was fun.

near the end of my term, I was going through some big changes; a rough patch. I was getting gruffer, cursing more and each lesson became more about me telling him not to do drugs when he gets older than it did with reading. then one day I came in to work with him and he was gone. his teacher, a profoundly disinterested woman said his parents took him back to Mexico.
I've always felt bad about this.

I hope Josel's ok.