Design Wisdom: Zip it

The “Z” element in my alphabetic mnemonic list for successfully practicing design is:

Zip it.

What do good designers and good bartenders have in common?

A good designer or bartender knows when to zip it versus when to put forth. That is to say, part of being professional in any vocation is being gracious — having a sense of timing and appropriateness.


An example (not from) from design practice

In this final installment of my “Design Wisdom” series, I’m going to invert the rules and not conclude with a design example from my past, but rather start with a story. About a year ago I was sitting at the bar of a local restaurant with a former client, now close friend. We were reminiscing about the contractor we had worked with. We had both been amazed with how friendly and gracious he had been throughout the job, even when difficulties…

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Five Sentence Fiction – Human

Sharing Thoughts

What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one-word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five-sentence story based on the prompt word.

The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.

This week: HUMAN



 The man lying on the pavement in tattered clothes was the same man, who, once lived like a king, was worshiped like a god by his disciples, who foolishly believed in his magic tricks, smooth talks, and false promises, hoped that with his superpower he will help them get money, power, and success without any hard work.

He took advantage of their laziness, greed, and stupidity, made enough money, acquired enough power to think him above law till one day, when he molested a minor girl, who was…

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“Vapid Movements”



“Vapid Movements”

Vapid movements, the moth descends and finds his pain will cease
But only as he ascends with no complaint as food of spiders, seed of birds.
The journey’s appointed end comes with no sound heard.
Scarlet warnings of darker wisdoms breed
A pilgrim brought to naught when only light attracts
This mindless wandering epitome of ease,
A drawing to what he cannot use and which he cannot even please.
The question’s not been asked, it seems, the simple act,
The noble task, the trek from nothing to the summit’s
Glory proves the goalie’s goal―to annoint an apex as in an art.
The point of vanishing desire’s the only worthy arc
And comfort in this world; its prisms’ glow, the slow attrition in the wick
Embracing richest flow in moments here sans thought to hesitate;
Forever’s soon enough, the pas seul reveals itself but far too late.

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