A whole new way to create posts and pages. We had only recently launched an “interim editor” when we got to work redesigning a new one from the ground up. It was the last piece of the Calypso puzzle and it is my favorite thing I’ve ever had the pleasure of designing. (More screenshots and info coming)
I left Moab and drove back up to Park City to hang out with 400 of my coworkers for the week.
I co-worked with people I don’t normally get to work with, went on some epic mountain bike rides, used a selfie stick for the first time, jammed in the band room, tried crossfit, and danced to the Jane Doze. It really was the best time. Great end to an amazing road trip.
Biking with coworkers
Mosco mule post ride
First time crossfitting
The Automattic Band
Jane Doze dance party
We also had a too much fun in the photo booth, celebrating Automattic’s 10 year anniversary.
We stayed in Utah for that night and drove to SLC the next morning to drop my dad off at the airport. Although I was less than 20 miles away from where I needed to be on Monday, it was only Saturday. Moab was calling my name so I drove the four hours to my friend’s house for some mountain biking and down time.
My dad and I redid a 1987 VW Vanagon last year. We (well, mostly he) did quite a bit on it and continues to be a work in progress. He was itching to go on another road trip and I had to be in Utah for work. I think you can guess what happened next.
He started driving from CT to my place in Chicago. He stayed the night and we got up on Sunday, said goodbye to Emi and hit the open road.
We knew we wanted to see Jackson Hole and Yellowstone and he had a flight out of SLC on Saturday, but other than that we didn’t have much of a plan. This is my favorite way to travel and well, to live. To have just enough of an idea of where you are going and things you want to accomplish while leaving plenty of room for “things” to happen.
Day 1: Chicago to South Dakota
The flatlands. Illinois > Wisconsin > Minnesota > South Dakota
It’s normal to go on a road trip with your dad when you’re 31, ya?
My dad woke up early and started driving. I laid in bed for a while. Perks of van living.
Sometimes working from home can be quiet. Too quiet. And some days I don’t want to leave and go to a coffee shop, meet up with a friend, or go somewhere. I like being home.
So I’ll put something on. I’ll listen to music, usually something with few to no words when coding, planning, and discussing. I put on a podcast while designing because there’s something comforting about a human voice when you are home alone.
And then there’s Mumble Meetings.
I have two very close friends who also work from home. We are all in different states, working for different companies, and every so often our schedules sync up and we have a Mumble Meeting. Basically we all jump on a video chat and just work. I guess you could call it virtual co-working. (We say mumble because we mutter to ourselves under our breath when we work.) We click away at our keyboards and trackpads, we vent, we catch up, we help each other out. Its a great way to break up the day and it has the added side effect of staying in touch with long distance friends.
The box said it was for ages 14 and up. I decided to show my 4-year-old nephew how to fly my little drone anyways. And by fly I mean just to use the up and down throttle. He eventually figured out if he moved the same control a bit to either side he could spin it as well.
Hours of entertainment. Well, until a few propellers broke. Related: We are both now eagerly awaiting new propellers.
“Did the flying things come yet? Does the mailman know?”