It Jus' Don' Seem Right

Something about this graphic just isn't right. Know what I'm saying? I mean, what's the guy doing? Humping-and-trashing? Either way, he's "DOING HIS PART(S)!"

;)

One More Project

This is my Classification project. I designed and wrote a two-spread (4-page) magazine article classifying beer labels according to the human character on the bottle art.

Bukowski

Now that school is winding down for the semester I realized that I can now return to my queue of books. I began, "run with the hunted: a charles bukowski reader" yesterday.
I actually got this book for my Birthday last year and am only NOW getting to it (my Birthday is next Thursday). There are a lot of books in the line-up.

I am super-excited about this book because Bukowski is a new name for me - I only discovered who he was little over a year ago. Since then I have watched several documentaries on the beat artists, including Bukowski.

[My fiance and I are really into documentaries, and there's a great channel on DirecTV called, "Ovation TV". It's all art all the time. It is fast becoming one of our favourite channels.]

Another aside bonus: I know of a website where you can get Bukowski onesies! If and when I have a child... If you're not into the typical pink and blue baby shit, check out www.babywit.com. There's something for everyone on there. It offers a plethora of cute, punk, rock n' roll, political, and much more unusually themed baby/toddler/mommy/daddy clothing.

Back to my main focus:

I have only started the book, but I wanted to share a poem with you. I love the last part about the horse's tongue (hilighted in blue)...

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ice for the eagles

I keep remembering the horses
under the moon
I keep remembering feeding the horses
sugar
white oblongs of sugar
more like ice,
and they had heads like
eagles
bald heads that could bite and
did not.

The horses were more real than
my father
more real than God
and they could have stepped on my
feet but they didn't
they could have done all kinds of horrors
but they didn't.

I was almost 5
but I have not forgotten yet;
o my god they were strong and good
those red tongues slobbering
out of their souls.


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LOVE that last line: "...slobbering out of their souls."

Being that is it the end of the semester, and I successfully (well, as successfully as it is possible) completed my book, I figured it was time for a Project review. I am not sure why I never posted my projects to this blog before. Either way, here's a few. Until I can figure out how to post my movie, and get a good PDF of my classification, projects 1-3 and project 6 will have to do.

Ironing

You know you're in a bad spot when ironing your clothes seems like a fun idea. That's how I felt last night when working on the final touches to my flash video. I feel as good about the video as my self-conscious ego will let me. I am just glad to be done with it. This particular project was a challenge in many ways. Not that I didn't enjoy it. In fact, I found myself unexpectedly excited about this "new" tool. I would like to create more movies in the future.

But last night, at around 10:30 pm, which was two hours after I told myself I should try to go to the gym, I remembered the rather large collection of washed ironables hanging in my laundry room. And I got excited to think about stopping my work to iron my clothes!

I hate ironing. But apparently I hate working on time-consuming projects for over 40 hours more.

Also, I find myself in *exactly* the same position I was in last week: project 5 is done, and I only have tonight and tomorrow night to design, print, and assemble project 6. Ha!

At least it's the home stretch.

I'm a (not-so) closet Trekky

That is why I get so excited when a new form of mobile communication makes its way into our reality. In my Dwell (May 2008) magazine I found an article on a new Skype Phone. Actually, it is really a process article. It's even in a "Process" section of the mag. 

Since I was a little girl watching re-runs of the original® Star Trek with my dad, I have been fascinated with future technologies.

For those who may not know, Skype started off as an online method to call and see live video of others as you talk. All you need is access to the internet, a microphone and a camera attached to your computer. (I don't have the camera yet). You just sign up online and *voila*! Instant picture phone like in the movies.

Well, apparently Skype developed a mobile phone with the same Skype capabilities built in. How cool is that?

And here I was drooling over the iTouch (which is what I really wanted when I bought my iPod two years ago, but wasn't developed for the masses yet.) I purposely don't mention the iPhone because I don't want to hold an unergonomic flat metal plate up to my head to talk to someone.

So that's it. 

I just saw that article and felt all giddy inside.

Show & Tell #10

Yeah, so I collect  "Living Dead Dolls". They're cute little dolls of dead children and they are packaged in coffins. I don't have as many as I'd like but that's okay, because I haven't yet figured out how to store/display them. Pictured are two of the ones I have. I will bring some to class.

This goes to the website: www.livingdeaddolls.com.

And oh yeah, I FINISHED my story project at around 5:00 pm today. Well, I actually finished at, like, 3:00, but insisted on making a few tweaks. There are still some things I can do for the final project, but damn, it's friggin' tight! (ahem. sorry about the brag. this has been such a stress. so glad it's 'over with' for now.)

M'kay.

tired.

gotta go.