July 25, 2007


Meet the Flockers: Sean Salmon

Hello. My name is Sean Salmon and I am a new clusterflock-er. I come here via the wonderful Mary Jeys and the generosity of Deron to give me a little space to contribute.

I am a recovering Architect and currently an Interaction Designer with an eye more towards concept design and development. I live in Jersey City NJ with Doris,my beyonce [fiance]. We have no cats and no dogs.

I have included a helpful timeline below:

1976 Born in NYC on October 3rd to Robert and Jutta, a toy designer and bookkeeper respectively. On my fathers side an Irish grandmother, and English-Welsh grandfather. My mother is from Germany, as are my maternal grandmother and grandfather, Omi and Opi. Live in a loft on Reade street. I’m a baby.


1977 Did baby stuff.
1978 More being a kid
1979 Learn to ride bicycle
1980 Sister Hilary is born. Move to Rutherford where I will spend the better part of the next 15 years. Backyard is my kingdom. I have lots of blonde hair that covers my eyes.
1981 Go to private school because the public school won’t let me in as I missed their cut off date by 3 days.
1982 Still in private school, hair still big and very blonde
1983 Second grade with Mrs. Wilk at Lincoln School in Rutherford
1984 Kickball. Ms. Fitzgerald abandoned us halfway through the year to become more of a hippie in Oregon
1985 Not much to say about fourth grade. rode my bike.
1986 Decide I want to be an Architect when I grow up.
1987 Play trumpet. Get a paper route. Soccer.
1988 Start skateboarding.
1989 Skateboard more. Kiss a girl
1990 Being a freshman in High school kinda sucks
1991 Travel to Germany for my cousins wedding. High school still kinda sucks, but I have a girlfriend. Thats nice.
1992 Not so good year at school, some ‘issues’ with the football team and my skateboard type friends. Previously mentioned girlfriend is a psycho.
1993 Work at Gunther’s Camera, my last retail job
1994 Travel to Austria for snowboarding. Graduate High School. Lifeguarding. First car - Saab 900 Turbo, $2400. Architecture School at NJIT in Newark NJ. I ‘commute’ but end up staying in the studio and on friends couches more often than not. high speed gunter car chase.
1995 Car dead. commute by bicycle to school. basically live in studio all week. broken heart
1996 Live in a loft in downtown Newark NJ. work as a framing carpenter. meet Doris. fall in love.
1997 Best year of Architecture school by far.
1998 Architecture School. Work as a Restoration carpenter. Architecture school.
1999 Bachelor of Architecture. Travel across the US and Canada by train, including Halifax and San Diego, in 30 days. Begin work as an Architect.
2000 Moved to Jersey City with 3 friends into a 3000sf loft. got a motorcycle and ride it alot. Parents and sister move to Buffalo NY.
2001 Still working as an Architect. Projects begin to dry up after September.
2002 Architect. Travel to Documenta 11. Architect.
2003 Decide that change is good and look towards grad school.
2004 Purchase Apartment in Jersey City. Exhibit at Artbots. Leave Architecture (so I tell myself) Start Graduate School at NYU in the Interactive Telecommunications Program, ITP
2005 Student. Enjoy the student lifestyle of living off loans and freelance work. Travel to Alaska, awesome! Work on projects like an Interactive Storefront.
2006 Complete Grad school. Now I’m a self proclaimed Interaction Designer.
2007 get engaged to Doris (see 1996). start blogging for clusterflock

comments

4 Responses to “Meet the Flockers: Sean Salmon”

  1. Deron Bauman on July 25th, 2007 at 1:35 pm

    wow, you learned to ride a bike pretty quickly! welcome aboard, Sean.

  2. Michael Grant Smith on July 25th, 2007 at 1:44 pm

    Welcome, Sean.

    clusterflock is like riding a bike: you fall off, you bloody your knees, you get back on.

  3. India on July 25th, 2007 at 2:10 pm

    high speed gunter car chase.

    Is that all you’re gonna say about that?

  4. Sheila Ryan on July 25th, 2007 at 2:53 pm

    Sean, I think it’s sweet that when a sister entered your life, you chose not to smother the baby but to strike out on your own for Rutherford, claim your very own backyard kingdom, and irritate grown-ups, who couldn’t see your eyes for all that hair.

    Welcome to the House of Fun.