The first time I went to see Mount Kilimanjaro, it wasn’t there. Get up first thing tomorrow morning, just as dawn breaks. So I did. And there it was, that awesome monster of a mountain. And it was pink.
I grew up in a colour-coded world. In Belfast, even the kerbstones are painted. I’ve realised that my brain is horribly colour-coded. It’s cultural. It’s sub-conscious. It’s worth reflecting on…
Prepping for a Visual Thinking workshop at DCU in Dublin last month (part of a…
I’ve really enjoyed capturing keynotes and conversations live. It involves being playfully curious about what’s…
Back in the old days of social media, h/t was a thing. (I remember having…
I think in the early days of thinking about open credentialing, I got fixated on…