Archive for December, 2009

16
Dec

parole

My fall quarter is over, and concluded rather unexpectedly satisfactorily.

I had the repeated experience over the last week that, every time I thought I was totally ahead of my final projects, I would discover some minor miscalculation I made in the process that resulted in me quickly assembling the last bits of my work before class and just hoping that everything would be the right size this time and that I wouldn’t screw up on a part of the project that I wouldn’t be able to replace.

Well, everything was and I didn’t, and my last few days have been rather eminently enjoyable.  Heck…my whole past week was pretty good:

I began to go into a day-by-day description to substantiate the phrase ‘pretty good’…but it was really long so you’ll just have to take my word for it.

A few points in brief (and, since it’s me writing…occasionally not-so-brief):

- I got my homework done despite hurdles.

- I watched Love, Actually and also played with my new miniature bunt cake pans.

- I enjoyed an entirely-too-wholesome day of Christmas tree shopping and lunch and then later dinner and watching Briggs’ young cousins decorate their tree.

- I got an adorably scrawny Christmas tree, which is now so covered in glitter, garland, lights, ornaments and tinsel that you can barely see the tree.

- My illustration teacher liked my final piece so much he had me give him the digital file so he could enter it in the New York Society of Illustrators student competition.  I’m not holding my breath and neither should you, because some of the work entered is absolutely AMAZING, but that my teacher thought my work was so good he took it upon himself to enter it in a competition is plenty for me.

- Yesterday was my last Tuesday this quarter, and my Tuesdays (this quarter, that is) have traditionally been long, boring and all together sucky, as I had only one class but not until 6pm, but am dropped off a little before 1.  I expected yesterday to be much of the same and was prepared to endure, knowing it would be over soon.  I did have a bit of time spoken for, as I had forgotten a factor in the measurements for my final Dimensional Design project and had to make a quick stop at Kinko’s to get revised labels printed, then return to school so I could cut and place the labels.  I finished, put my project in the classroom I would be in later to keep the slightly fragile project safe, and immediately I ran into a school friend that I have had a number of classes with.  He and a couple other friends were heading to lunch and, as I had hours yet to fill, and they were due back at the same time I was, I accepted the invitation to join them.  The four of us walked across the bridge in the freezing wind off the river and went to Joe’s Crab Shack in Station Square.  All three guys were of the geek variety, so we had an awesome lunch talking about favorite sci-fi and fantasy series, Ren Faires, and etymology.  There was even a decent Mac/PC debate in which no one got maimed, no one said anything that would ruin a friendship and a general consensus was reached.   We arrived back at school with about an hour left before class–myself with more caffeine inside me than could really be considered healthy–so I meandered to my classroom (to find my project unmolested) and rambled animatedly to my classmates until 6-ish.  I got an ‘A’ on my project and we were free to go by 7.  (Yes, I’m aware that for most people, stopping for lunch with friends is nothing to blog about…even lunch with a friend and two previously-unknown people might warrant at the least a foot-note…but I NEVER engage in social activities, especially if the people involved aren’t close, long term friends.  Socializing with others and having a good time doing so is an exciting and rare occurrence for me.)

Anyway, today is the first day of my break.  As is traditional, I have mostly done absolutely nothing, and it has been marvelous.  Tomorrow I will be heading back to town to finally get a look at this ‘portfolio review’ thing they speak of…  I figure, with only a year or so left of school, and as fast as THIS quarter shot by, it might be good for me to see what level of work I should be producing for my own portfolio.  Not only that, but the convention center in which the review is taking place is right in the South Side Works, so after I finish looking around, I can  stop at Caribou and get some coffee, then wander over to JB and curl up with a book or 5.

Finally, a reminder:

Calenders

Finally Part 2, the Revenge of Finally:
This is awesome:

16
Dec

words words words

Stolen from Bookshelves of Doom, niftily creative bookshelves.  I have to agree with Bookshelves’ on this one however–creators do tend to choose form over function.

11
Dec

calenders

A few years ago, I made a calender for my mom for Christmas, with a different piece of my art for each month.

I don’t know how it happened, but somewhere along the line, other people started getting my calenders and seemed to like them well enough, which made me happy.

Last year, due to a busy schedule and an unexpected holiday trip across the country, I had decided that perhaps setting them aside for the year was a good plan.  Then I learned that, apparently, people liked them more than I realized, when I started getting asked…wait, let me rephrase that…when friends began demanding that they get their calender for the coming year.

So, I made a list, and I checked it at least twice, but regardless of how nice everyone was in making me feel so very appreciated, for some the calenders were very late, and for others they never came at all.  And for the record, I was one of those others — I had a calender from a strip club up until at least mid-summer.

The issue is that, where as Briggs used to work at a large multi-national copy chain which shall not be named, now he works at a much smaller franchise and is unable to take the copy liberties he once did.  The sad truth is, we do actually have to pay for all the calenders we make now, and due to our poor-college-student and poor-guy-supporting-college-student status and the frankly flattering number of calenders I have had requested, we just can’t afford to send them out like we did last year…sadly, until I am a rich illustrator, I’m afraid I have to ask you awesome people for money. 

We aren’t trying to turn a profit or anything…just cover the price of production and shipping…I think it’s going to be about $15 total?..and on the bright side, this way you will definitely get the calender I promised you — the delays and non-deliveries last year were mostly due to our costs/lack of money.

If you DON’T want to pay me for a calender, or you just can’t right now, I totally understand and will NOT be at all offended, but if you do, please let me know.  Briggs suggested that we could even just set up a pay-pal account and stick the link in here to make everything quick and easy.  Maybe I can even get them sent out before February this year.

06
Dec

Not yet eaten by wolves

Since I haven’t posted a real blog since the beginning of last month, I figured I was probably about due.  Or overdue.

I don’t have much of anything to share, however.  The main reason I haven’t been offering daily glimpses behind the glamorous facade of my life is that there really hasn’t been much going on.  I have a theory–or at least a sincere wish–that my life will be interesting again one day (I’m hoping for ‘good interesting’) and that I will once again have more thrilling tales to avail the world with than;  “I went to school,” “I did some homework,” or “(something about) my cats.”

For right now, well…I’m almost at the end of my autumn quarter and the above pretty much describes my life…but I suppose I can supply a highlight or two:

I completed the main project for my Dimensional Design class.  This is the class mentioned in an earlier post due to the very frustrating teacher.  He hasn’t gotten any better yet — he remains inflexible, demanding and overall, kind of douchy.  The week before our projects were due he told the class that we had (another) night of studio (see:  he doesn’t feel inspired enough to bother with us so he’s just going to let us work on our projects or not, as we see fit) and that he wanted us to “work on our projects, not come ask him questions about our projects”.  This has been his attitude for pretty much the whole quarter.  His reasoning is that “when we have a job in the real world, our boss won’t hold our hand through our project–he’ll just expect us to do it.”  I get what he’s saying, but I feel that before we are trusted on large independent design jobs we will work with other teams, and before that have internships to learn how the design world works, and before that, we are supposed to have teachers helping us learn how to design.

Well, despite my teacher’s inherent unhelpfulness, between the two of us, Briggs and I managed to pull together a project that looked pretty darn sweet and got me an ‘A’.  Due to above mentioned inflexibility, however, anyone who wasn’t there on the dot of 6, project in hand, got–as far as I can tell–an auto-fail.  Including, not only the people who skipped class that week in hopes of dodging the due date,  but also the girl who got to class a mere half hour late in tears with a project she had experienced great difficulty fitting in her car.

My teacher’s attitude combined with the fact that I arrive at school at 1pm and then wait 5 hours for a class that more often than not consists of him calling roll and then telling us we have ‘studio time’ makes me glad I only have two more sessions of that class to sit through–in one of which we are supposed to actually be doing…something.

Other than that…my other two classes are going unexcitingly alright.  I’m doing well enough, though not thrilling over every assignment.  The final project for my Electronic Production class was creating a new package for something, so I made a circus tent-shaped box for the ever-famous ‘Barnum’s Animals Crackers’.  It came out acceptably well.  The box shape is nice, though I miscalculated end-size on a couple of the exterior elements and subsequently ended up with my informational blurb at a font-size that might require a magnifying glass to read…but it isn’t due until the end of class tomorrow so I can talk to my teacher and fix little issues like that.

The part of my week when I was not working on my circus box was spent planning on getting around to working on my Illustration final project, which I made very little headway on, cleaning the kitchen and making a pot of beef stew which I just now managed to burn while reheating by getting distracted writing a blog.  I also tried parting my hair on the side I normal don’t, but I really didn’t like it and when I washed my hair tonight, I returned my locks to their normal arrangement.

Yesterday it snowed until about mid-afternoon…but it was light powdered-sugar snow that drifted down and just barely dusted everything in a sprinkle of white.  Everywhere else seems to be getting more snow than we are.

This evening, Briggs and I went shopping and it was an overall annoying experience from the get-go, overflowing with us not finding what we were looking for and other people’s irritating children.  But we did finally get a crock pot and I look forward to experimenting with cooking in it.  Also, I finally purchased a lemon zester.

Robin Goodfellow has reached an age where he is causing trouble if he is awake…his latest favorites include:

stealing push-pins from the cork-board which results in a) all the stuff pinned to the cork-board not being pinned anymore, and b) me being constantly worried that he’s going to eat a push-pin and die.

stealing my makeup sponges, no matter how well tucked away they are.

climbing on the shelves over my fishtank and next to my desk and knocking everything down while I’m trying to sleep.

…soon we will neuter him, and it will be a joyful joyful day.

So, like I said:  “I went to school”, “I did some homework” and “something about my cats”

Hey, only a year and a little to go before I might have real stuff to tell you.