Anarcorder

Moj Dizajn

Moj Dizjan je zajednica balkanskih dizajnera.

Ideja se rodila iz potrebe da se  napravi mesto na kome bi dizajneri sa naših prostora delili informacije, razmenjivali znanja i međusobno sarađivali kako bi svi zajedno napredovali i doprinosili stvaranju boljeg i lepšeg domaćeg intrenta.

Lična promocija

Svaki član ove mreže dobija profil koji može da uređuje po sopstvenom nahođenju i praktično ga koristi kao ličnu prezentaciju.

Na svom profilu možete pisati blog, okačiti svoje radove, bookmarkovati linkove, okačiti kontakt podatke… Baš kao što bi ste na svom sajtu, s tim što je sve povezano sa ostalim članovima mreže.

Oni vam komentarišu radove i postove, baš kao što vi komentarišete njihove. Ukoliko vam se dopadaju i lajkujete i šerujete :)

Saradnja

U cilju još boljeg povezivanja i saradnje, možete se pridruživati u grupe sa određenom tematikom. Grupu može osnovati bilo ko.

Tu je i sekcija “pitanja”, za “Kako da napravim zaobljene ivice u CSSu” ili “Android ili iOS?”.

If…

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’ t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’ t give way to hating,
And yet don’ t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings 
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
’ Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And - which is more - you’ll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling