Help me replace my dying Laptop

As you know, I’ve got the design bug.

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I’ve been teaching myself the ins and outs of Adobe Illustrator and Photoshop.

People tell me I have talent and a good eye for composition. And by people, I mean the pros that have seen my work.

If I say so myself, I’ve made some pretty illustrations.

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But I’ve hit a wall.

One could say that an artist is as good as their tools. And sadly, my poor old laptop, as awesome as it is, can’t handle the requirements of Adobe. Add more than five layers to the artwork and wham, it crashes. (Help me get a new one)

This laptop has served me well. But the time has come for it to get an honourary retirement and move to Florida (or wherever retired laptops go to enjoy their last years in peace and happiness). Continue reading

That Illustration Thing

A few weeks back, I wrote a post titled Moi, a graphic designer?.

I was not trying to be cute. Okay, fine, I was trying to be cute, but I was half joking. The thought of me being a graphic designer made me laugh. Graphic designers go to school for four years to learn how to be graphic designers, right?

So, lol, no. I couldn’t possibly be one myself.

But thing is, I am getting kinda good at it. I am even getting commissions from family and close friends. Furthermore, I’m getting all sorts of great feedback from real graphic designers. You know, the pros?

I’m in shock!

In shock, I say! Continue reading

Things Are Happening

If you stumbled into my blog by any chance in the last couple of days, you might’ve seen it looks completely different.

If you read my latest post over at Geek Squared Art, you already know the Winds of Change are blowing my way. Again.

In 2014, I had a great idea. That crystallized as Geek Squared Art.

In 2015, life threw so many punches at me, I honestly thought that for the first time in my life I was not going to survive them. Geek Squared Art lay dormant the whole year.

But I did survive.

So in 2016, I’m going to make it happen.

Do more of what makes you happy

I’m following my own advice

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Never a dull moment at Casa Colombiana

So, I woke up to the sounds of a violin.

I went to the living room and this is what I found:

Mi kickass daughter


Now, she’s going through Youtube violin tutorials to keep her busy while she start taking classes.

My daughter is awesome!

And now there a violin in our household.  Sweet!



You live

You love,  you hate

You laugh, you cry

You are happy, you are sad

You give, you receive.

You win, you lose

You worry all the while

You get drunk

You sober up

You suck the marrow of life

You make mistakes

You apologize

You learn to keep your head up

You learn from your mistakes

You learn from other people’s mistakes

You learn that life can only be lived as you walk on

You are wronged

You learn to live with it

You learn to carry on

You sing and dance

You feel joy and you feel pain

You get wrinkles and grey hairs

You grow up, you grow old

You grow wise and you grow tired

And then you learn to love again

And in the end, you learn that the most important lesson you will ever learn is to learn how to let go

Live life to the fullest and all that crap

We all have heard it. It’s everywhere. First it was the inspirational books. Then there appeared the countless inspirational websites. Now they’ve moved on to social networking platforms. Twitter is full of self-appointed gurus, telling the world every day about it. We all have been followed at some point or another by one of them. You know the type, following 22,839 people, each tweet an inspirational phrase. Or even worse, a link. No engagement whatsoever.

I would love to be able to say they’re full of crap. Unfortunately, I can’t. They are actually right. One should live life to the fullest. The problem is defining what “to the fullest” means.

Some people think that in order to live to the fullest they must be in this permanent adrenalin high. Always in the run, always trying something new -just for the sake of trying.  It doesn’t matter what, as long as it is new. A cooking course this month, a slam poetry course next month. Scuba diving? Shooting elephants in Africa? Juggling snakes? Sure! just add them to my to do list, I’ll squeeze them between Underwater Golf on Thursday and Ostrich Racing on Friday. I’m not even making this up. Check out the Top 30 New Extreme Sports.

Now, don’t get me wrong. Learning new things is not only good but advisable. Bucket lists are a good thing too. Specially when you add a date to them. It gives you purpose. It helps you go through life. All these things can bring great joy to your life when done in a reasonable fashion.

But let’s rewind for a second.

To the fullest. Right!

To the fullest can be sitting down not moving. Maybe in a park, listening to the wind blow through the leaves. Or in your living room, after a day’s work, listening to your child talk about the new story she read today. Or going for a run, just you, and the pavement. No fears, no annoying co-workers, no insanely demanding boss. Just you and the pavement.

To the fullest can also be calling (or emailing, texting, DMing, Beluga-ing) that friend you haven’t seen in months just to touch base. Oh hey, we can even get extreme here. How about telling your loved ones that you love them? imagine that!

I’m no guru. I’m no expert. I’m just a regular Jane. But I have gone through enough crap to learn a bit about life. So a long time ago, I decided I was gonna live every day like it was the last one. That’s why I hug people all the time. That’s why I don’t mind getting dirty playing with doggies. That’s why I go for walks in the rain and jump in as many puddles as I can. That’s why I tell people I love them. What if I’m dead tomorrow and they never knew? wouldn’t that be sad?

So take the time to find out what “to the fullest” means to you. And then go right ahead and do it!

And then -if you want, drop me a line to let me know how it went.

And whatever you do, don't forget to dance

And whatever you do, don’t forget to dance