As of 1.00 pm tomorrow afternoon, I will officially be done with my first year. And not a moment too soon. I seem to have lost my motivation. And might I say, my confidence. This semester (and my sophomore review today) just took it out of me.
And a quick note about the book (below). I actually made the entire thing from scratch - even bound it all by myself (without gluing my fingers together - shock!). I never meant this to be any sort of instructional blog, but I know some of you have an interest in bookmaking...It's quite easy and if you want to know, I can give a quick "tutorial". Let me know.
It's A Book.
Or otherwise known as, that thing that has had me occupied for the past week. Well...that and the 5 hour crit from hell yesterday and the 5 hour crit today. At least there was pizza.
So. Type class and our final project. We were given two texts "On Bullshit" by Harry Frankfurt (snigger) and a chapter from Annie Dillard's "Pilgram at Tinker Creek" called "Fecundity". We chose one of the texts, then chose a supplementary text and designed a book. Pretty straightforward stuff.
I chose "On Bullshit" because, well, I thought it was bullshit and I was able to pepper the essay with the delightful commentary - or "deep thoughts" if you will - of Jack Handey*. At the encouragement of my professor and classmates, I showed a bit of restraint and instead of making it an incredibly visually interesting work of art, I just tried to make it a beautiful book that you really have to read to get to the funny**.
Ok. So it was a bit boring compared to the work of my peers. And ok, so no one really wanted to look at it because, well...it just looked like a book. But - it made my professor laugh so hard that he cried. Real tears. I saw 'em. Eat that.
*I don't know if it's possible to have just one favorite Deep Thought, but these are pretty much at the top of my list:
"Maybe in order to understand mankind we need to look at the word itself. Basically, it's made up of two separate words - "MANK" and "IND". What do those words mean? It's a mystery and that's why so it mankind."
"It makes me mad when I go to all the trouble of having Marta cook up about a hundred drumsticks, then the guy at Marineland says, 'You can't throw chicken to the dolphins. They eat fish.' Sure they eat fish, if that's all you give them. Man, wise up."
"Probably the saddest thing you'll see is a mosquito sucking on a mummy. Forget it, little friend"
Ah...the good old days.
**For instance, in a paragraph where Frankfurt is talking about lying, I inserted "Of all the tall tales, I think my favorite one is about Eli Whitney and the interchangable parts".
So. Type class and our final project. We were given two texts "On Bullshit" by Harry Frankfurt (snigger) and a chapter from Annie Dillard's "Pilgram at Tinker Creek" called "Fecundity". We chose one of the texts, then chose a supplementary text and designed a book. Pretty straightforward stuff.
I chose "On Bullshit" because, well, I thought it was bullshit and I was able to pepper the essay with the delightful commentary - or "deep thoughts" if you will - of Jack Handey*. At the encouragement of my professor and classmates, I showed a bit of restraint and instead of making it an incredibly visually interesting work of art, I just tried to make it a beautiful book that you really have to read to get to the funny**.
Ok. So it was a bit boring compared to the work of my peers. And ok, so no one really wanted to look at it because, well...it just looked like a book. But - it made my professor laugh so hard that he cried. Real tears. I saw 'em. Eat that.
*I don't know if it's possible to have just one favorite Deep Thought, but these are pretty much at the top of my list:
"Maybe in order to understand mankind we need to look at the word itself. Basically, it's made up of two separate words - "MANK" and "IND". What do those words mean? It's a mystery and that's why so it mankind."
"It makes me mad when I go to all the trouble of having Marta cook up about a hundred drumsticks, then the guy at Marineland says, 'You can't throw chicken to the dolphins. They eat fish.' Sure they eat fish, if that's all you give them. Man, wise up."
"Probably the saddest thing you'll see is a mosquito sucking on a mummy. Forget it, little friend"
Ah...the good old days.
**For instance, in a paragraph where Frankfurt is talking about lying, I inserted "Of all the tall tales, I think my favorite one is about Eli Whitney and the interchangable parts".
Look at the Girlie Man, Going Into His Girlie House.
Aaah.
The semester from hell is almost over. It's funny. I have two fantastic professors who are teaching two fantastic classes (Typography II and History of Graphic Design)...then there's the Hans*. The soul sucker. Who has made this semester hell for me. And he was in fine form today. I try never to be disrespectful to people, especially when those people are my professors. But I actually walked away from him today, it was that bad.
But. I'd rather not make you all listen to me complaining about my professor, and the number of times that I've thought of either quitting school or jumping out of the window, so....on to better subjects:
Like how I got the new Snow Patrol album and LOVE it. It's one of those rare albums that has pulled me in from the first song, and I'm sure I'll be listening to it for days to come. And since their live show was one of the best I've been to, I was hoping to catch them on their current tour. But they are already sold out in Boston and in San Francisco. I guess I'm going to have to live vicariously through Christie, who gets to see them in Denver (you're going to have a blast!).
*We actually have both a Hans and a Franz here. And both are from Eastern Europe. Insert your best "Pump you up" jokes here.
The semester from hell is almost over. It's funny. I have two fantastic professors who are teaching two fantastic classes (Typography II and History of Graphic Design)...then there's the Hans*. The soul sucker. Who has made this semester hell for me. And he was in fine form today. I try never to be disrespectful to people, especially when those people are my professors. But I actually walked away from him today, it was that bad.
But. I'd rather not make you all listen to me complaining about my professor, and the number of times that I've thought of either quitting school or jumping out of the window, so....on to better subjects:
Like how I got the new Snow Patrol album and LOVE it. It's one of those rare albums that has pulled me in from the first song, and I'm sure I'll be listening to it for days to come. And since their live show was one of the best I've been to, I was hoping to catch them on their current tour. But they are already sold out in Boston and in San Francisco. I guess I'm going to have to live vicariously through Christie, who gets to see them in Denver (you're going to have a blast!).
*We actually have both a Hans and a Franz here. And both are from Eastern Europe. Insert your best "Pump you up" jokes here.
Not So Tough After All.
I like to think that I'm somewhat impervious to the cute. I mean, it would totally ruin my street cred if I wasn't, right?
Until my friend Katherine sent me this photo. Because good god, what is that thing?! And where can I get one?* [except probably not because it would most likely sit on Dexter. And that wouldn't be so good]. It might be one of the greatest things I've seen in awhile.
I mean, come on. Giant bunnies?!
Actually, I know the answer to this: England! Um, Wesley...?
Until my friend Katherine sent me this photo. Because good god, what is that thing?! And where can I get one?* [except probably not because it would most likely sit on Dexter. And that wouldn't be so good]. It might be one of the greatest things I've seen in awhile.
I mean, come on. Giant bunnies?!
Actually, I know the answer to this: England! Um, Wesley...?
There's No Place Like Home.
Berkeley it is!
I just found out that I got the internship at ReadyMade Magazine! I can't stop talking in exclamation points!
So that would be a 100% chance that we're going home for the summer, just in case you were wondering.
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I just found out that I got the internship at ReadyMade Magazine! I can't stop talking in exclamation points!
So that would be a 100% chance that we're going home for the summer, just in case you were wondering.
!
You Know it Had to Happen Some Day.
I ruined my wedding ring.
Well...ruined is....no - ruined is the right word.
The whole episode went something like this: We were getting ready to leave for the city and, of course, were running late. I put on my boots and noticed that the sole of the heel was coming off. No problem, I thought, because I have the superest strength super glue that can fix that in a second. Literally. It dries in like, a second.
I grabbed it off my desk, and began walking towards the entry way to glue the heel, when I felt something very wet all over my hands. Then in the next instance, something drying very fast. I have no idea how it happened, but the bottle of super glue managed to explode (or leak, more likely) all over my hands*.
I ran to the kitchen to run water over my hands (why I thought that would help is beyond me). It was only at this point that I noticed that my pinky and my ring finger were sort of attached. Then I noticed that my engagement and wedding rings were also attached - to each other and to my finger. I do believe a stream of interesting words came out of my mouth, but I can't be sure.
I managed to rip my two fingers apart (and only sacrificed a bit of flesh in the endeavor), then after really working, managed to pull my rings off my finger (taking a little more flesh on that one). It took an entire day of rubbing my hands and peeling off glue, but my hands are now back to normal.
Unfortunately, the same can't be said of my beautiful rings. They were both covered in a solid layer of superglue. I soaked them in hot water. I soaked them in acetone. Nothing has worked thus far. But we did call the jeweler Herman bought the rings from, and he said that he can fix it. Until then, I'm ringless.
So sad.
*And the misadventures continue.
Well...ruined is....no - ruined is the right word.
The whole episode went something like this: We were getting ready to leave for the city and, of course, were running late. I put on my boots and noticed that the sole of the heel was coming off. No problem, I thought, because I have the superest strength super glue that can fix that in a second. Literally. It dries in like, a second.
I grabbed it off my desk, and began walking towards the entry way to glue the heel, when I felt something very wet all over my hands. Then in the next instance, something drying very fast. I have no idea how it happened, but the bottle of super glue managed to explode (or leak, more likely) all over my hands*.
I ran to the kitchen to run water over my hands (why I thought that would help is beyond me). It was only at this point that I noticed that my pinky and my ring finger were sort of attached. Then I noticed that my engagement and wedding rings were also attached - to each other and to my finger. I do believe a stream of interesting words came out of my mouth, but I can't be sure.
I managed to rip my two fingers apart (and only sacrificed a bit of flesh in the endeavor), then after really working, managed to pull my rings off my finger (taking a little more flesh on that one). It took an entire day of rubbing my hands and peeling off glue, but my hands are now back to normal.
Unfortunately, the same can't be said of my beautiful rings. They were both covered in a solid layer of superglue. I soaked them in hot water. I soaked them in acetone. Nothing has worked thus far. But we did call the jeweler Herman bought the rings from, and he said that he can fix it. Until then, I'm ringless.
So sad.
*And the misadventures continue.
We Are Now Handicapped Accessible.
Has anyone else noticed the nice little wheel chair icon under the word verification box? Does anyone else wonder what it's for? Can anyone enlighten me?
Because I just pushed the button, and I'm pretty sure I accidentally activated some sort of weapon of mass destruction, and we only have 24 hours until the entire planet falls apart. Or something like that. There was a voice. And counting.
Don't Panic.
Because I just pushed the button, and I'm pretty sure I accidentally activated some sort of weapon of mass destruction, and we only have 24 hours until the entire planet falls apart. Or something like that. There was a voice. And counting.
Don't Panic.
Wacom.
There's this whole weird birthday thing in my family. Not as in tradition, but as in the way our birthdays fall. I won't bore you with the freaky details, but I will let you know that Herman was 29 on the 29th (of March) this year. And I turned 28 on the 28th (of last Friday).
Thus, my shiny new toy. I give you the Wacom. It's going to open up a whole new world for me. Expensive design school?* Pft. All I need is a Wacom.
Actually, all I need is to learn how to wield the power that the Wacom possesses. I'll let you know how that goes.
*So, so joking by the way. So what if I have the world's worst professor this year and he's torn out my soul and thrown it on the floor, then stepped on it because just throwing it on the floor wasn't evil enough. No big deal. Still lovin' me some RISD. Sort of. Ask me tomorrow.
Thus, my shiny new toy. I give you the Wacom. It's going to open up a whole new world for me. Expensive design school?* Pft. All I need is a Wacom.
Actually, all I need is to learn how to wield the power that the Wacom possesses. I'll let you know how that goes.
*So, so joking by the way. So what if I have the world's worst professor this year and he's torn out my soul and thrown it on the floor, then stepped on it because just throwing it on the floor wasn't evil enough. No big deal. Still lovin' me some RISD. Sort of. Ask me tomorrow.
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