The Noun Project is a wonderful resource for creatives, especially when brainstorming.
According to their website, the purpose of their site is to create “a global visual language that unites us — a language that allows quick and easy communication no matter who you are or where you are.”
What image comes to mind when you think of the word ‘save‘?
I guess many of you would have thought of an old 3.5″ floppy disk, the kind used as the save icon in Microsoft Word. Or maybe you thought of a lifebelt, the kind that is thrown out to sea to help save someone’s life.
It is this kind of thing that the Noun Project is trying to collate—the connection between words and images.
Another one, what image comes to mind when you think of the words ‘improve‘ or ‘wish‘ or ‘inspire‘? It is those more abstract words that I find the Noun Project particularly useful for, when I need to illustrate something.
I love Christian’s style and voice in his writing and the humour and honesty of his videos. I really admire his outlook on the world and his willingness to share so much of his life online with the rest of us. I’m a big believer in the idea that often what we believe to be the most private is often the most universal; I often feel inspired by the stuff that he shares, especially his anecdotes about personal experiences.
I’ve been thinking for a while that I ought to blog regularly about stuff that has happened to me in the past: the stories that I find myself telling in social gatherings, the stories that make me laugh when I’m on my own and wandering aimlessly through my memories, the random stuff that I’m reminded of because of something said or seen or heard. I’ll maybe start doing that as a Throwback Thursday thing, or something.
This year, Documentally started up a weekly email called Backchannel, which has replaced a lot of his blogging. It’s a personal jaunt through his last week: stuff done, books read, drinks drunk, sounds heard, and items bought. I thoroughly recommend it, it’s full of personality and humanity, and a whole bunch of really practical stuff too.
How can I not enjoy something that has a heading of “Greetings from my shed” and opens with:
Nourishing rain. I was starting to feel sorry for the grass. It needs this. More than I need this coffee. But there’s nothing better than sheltering, supping and writing. And it’s too early for wine.
I belong to the rain. If you can be happy on a rainy day, you can be happy any day.