I’d like to introduce you all to my new daughter: Zurhi Tolani Azizat Pelumi Emmanuella Alake Omolade Huntoon.
As my life is getting more and more hectic with a brand new baby girl, a new wife, and a new job, I’m finding that my free time is becoming more and more precious (as expected, really).
I partnered up with the boys over at Krop.com to provide my readers with any creative job search help that I might provide.
If you fancy yourself a loyal citizen – and mind you, I’m not getting righteous and spilling yellow ribbons from my orifices – I hope that you take advantage of the services your tax dollars pay for in your town and country.
I have decided that I’m going to start writing about some of my client communications here on this site.
Folake, Sidney and I just returned from a 6-day vacation to see Mark and Francesca get married in Padernello which is west of Treviso and north of Venice, Italy.
After nearly three years on the farm, Brian and I have decided to hang our saddles up on the barn wall. Go Farm is shutting down, and I am starting a new position with a local firm here in Beverly Hills (to be named shortly). I have been working for myself for the better part of seven years, after leaving my post as creative director of Media Temple back in the day. I had a brief stint down at Juxt in Orange Country, but have been on my own (or with a partner) for a long time now. And I have to tell you, I’m a bit apprehensive about working for someone else.
I’m leaving for Italy in about 18 hours to see one of my best friends off into marriage, and when I get back, I have about 3 days until I start the new gig. That being said, I’m going to be completely forthcoming about the variables in my decision, and about the things that went through my head. In no particular order, here are a few of the thoughts, both pro’s and con’s:
Don’t have a whole lot of time to write, so this is just a short update to say that Thailand is fantastic, the food is great (albeit interesting at times), and definitely relaxing.
It’s comforting to me that I can recount my bachelor party with full recollection, free of regret, and with a story lacking all conventional the seemingly requisite strip clubs, decadence and chicanery. No fights. No strippers. No blood.There were plenty of guts shared. Emotions revealed. Prayers given freely and graciously. And damn, my ass got roasted…
I tell ya’ man, I’m lucky. Four weeks from now, I’ll be married, Insha’allah. (If you haven’t met my fiancee Folake, or heard about her, I’ll tell you in a minute.) I’d say that four weeks is still a good ways off, but the last 9 months of engagement have kinda screamed along. Perhaps that’s due to the fact that six of those months have been spent preparing for a little one. As it is, June 16th is the day I’ve been preparing for my entire life.
I’ve always been very particular about grammar. Sentence structure, punctuation, appropriate usage, correct spelling, rules and guidelines; these things have alway stuck out to me as supremely important. That isn’t to say that I don’t break the rules from time to time, purposefully, and even by accident occasionally, to boot.
I’d love to say that a new design will be forthcoming, but that would be overzealous and ultimately a promise that I cannot even attempt to keep.
I’m an anthropologist by nature and education, a writer, swimmer and runner by passion, and an art director by accidental occupation.