Chicago — The night before I was supposed to deliver a keynote presentation to 500 creatives in Chicago, I stood in front of the mirror to practice my talk. I talked about IDEO, about Uber, about Mailbox. And it felt all wrong. Who was I to tell those stories if I no longer worked there? I was unemployed, lost in life, and burning through my savings account. I felt like a fraud. And in the morning, everyone...
San francisco — Note: Wrote this today as a sort of freewrite for Working Draft, a little club started by a friend from 826 Valencia. We invaded the tutoring center late at night and everyone got to work. Originall...
San francisco — This was originally published in Hiut Denim’s yearbook. I finally received the package in SF, which is where I took this photo of the spread. Love the illustration. I want them all to slow down. I wa...
Happy (belated) birthday, L.A.
I love writing stories lol
I don't belong
Tell Me About Magic
An idea to preserve
Planet Fitness Downtown L.A.
California Science Center Blogging
Mac Arthur Park Crypto Jew Worship.
The days of the week always feel different. Sometimes, Thursdays feel like Fridays, and Sundays are too short.
I've always read the stories on hi.com. I never had an account, so I made one today. It's sad Hi will close, but I appreciate everything this website did.
I'm sitting quietly in my mother-in-law's new condo in Vallejo, California. I'm quite sad to see Hi disappear.
Hi my name is evanlee and I just wanted to say that this is my first time on this websight.
The Thinker!!!! Loved your stories too, Joe!
Thanks for the memories! Fun to read and fun to post!
Wherever This May Lead
From the moment I came across hi..
Happy Birthday grandma, born the day Hi will end, will miss you both- Chris and Eiko, she would be proud!!
What I like about hi.co is that it encouraged writing and marking moments. I hoped to contribute more, but each snippet is still memorable.
Me, a Crab
An invitation to be in the moment
Sour grapesThe first day couldn't be harder. Add that to the farewell of Hi and there you have a tragedy...
I resolved to get some much needed lunch
My Mom has Lupus.
This morning we decided on a spontaneous trip to Baker Beach with our two-year-old son.
Spending my Sunday sharpening my Github skills but stuck on this screen for most of the workshop, unfortunately.
So early to say goodbye.
August is yellow because of her. How can these days be so long? Summer rain petered out leaving dewy gold glittering in the street.
Kaua’i was full of cramped cars, nights of sleeping in sweet peace, & the slowly orbiting stability of gravity on hard, Earthy ground.
But I am saying goodnight...
Rediscovering people you haven't seen jn years is the best feeling
Duxbury is not actually this beautiful but this picture represents Duxbury.
A few more days
My phone works down here. Only in downtown stations.
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end. Now more than ever
I miss the old me — the one that wrote and remembered everything. Sniff!
Kind of late, but commotion still plenty here. New Slang is playing.
Our city by the bay is done with Summer. That summertime fog that we wake up to is no more.
A final Hi meeting
Goodnight sweet digital nothings.
Envision > Create > Scale
People, can you feel it? LOVE is in the air!
Washing a tarp turns into slip and slide! Simple end-of-summer fun!
on the road
An open letter to you, and to the next person that comes along.
Meaningful last words...
i am just trying this out
What am I but a wandering soul, lost in greed and hatred, Trying to be Serene and Loving?
The local neighborhood bar has a quiet time between six and nine. It is a place that specializes in coffee, beer and seasonal menus. There is just enough of each for a satisfying snack and effective buzz. After the time when the laptop lids close and before the social gatherings start -- there is a sort of twilight*. Often this time is a fugitive ground rife with creative inspiration and meditative work -- of the kind that results in personal reward.*twilight may refer to civil, nautical or astronomical variety depending on your social or terrestrial condition
A man positions his mouse on the edge of his browser window. He clicks, holds and drags the viewport first left then right. The content of a video game promo micro site responds and adapts to the available space. To the man, this is more delightful than the game itself.
A man laboriously moves his piano down three levels onto the subway platform. Classic vocals and strided chords -- he played so well I swore he was blind. Oblivious to the heat on that August stage, he was most in touch with his audience -- whom he elevated with his music.
A woman should do exactly as she pleases no matter what a man may think.