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Tuesday, January 29th, 2008
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Why give hugs? Many hugs have been given before. Why fall in love?
Haven't you fallen in love before? Brushing your teeth? You did that yesterday.
Why keep living? Many lives have been lived before yours.
I believe that people, even people who haven't been formally trained as
artists or inventors or designers, have something to contribute creatively.
It pains me to hear the phrase "everything's been done before" as excuse
for why creating and making things cannot occur, rather than as inspiration. Like,
"Hey, everything's been done before! Let's think of something new! How
would my own voice be suited to express these ideas that have been used
tirelessly. How could my own interpretation contribute to the expression of this
idea?"
There's so much elitism around art school, and while it's a great platform for the
sharing of ideas, comraderie, mentoring, and collaboration, it doesn't give one
person more license than the other to create.
What's the difference between a designer who's gone to school and a designer
who hasn't gone to school?
One holds a vendetta against their alma mater and the other has shitty
typography.
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Comments: Read 3 or Add Your Own.
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Friday, September 21st, 2007
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A man walks down the street
He says why am I soft in the middle now
Why am I soft in the middle
The rest of my life is so hard
I need a photo-opportunity
I want a shot at redemption
Don't want to end up a cartoon
In a cartoon graveyard
Bonedigger Bonedigger
Dogs in the moonlight
Far away my well-lit door
Mr. Beerbelly Beerbelly
Get these mutts away from me
You know I don't find this stuff amusing anymore
If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
A man walks down the street
He says why am I short of attention
Got a short little span of attention
And wo my nights are so long
Where's my wife and family
What if I die here
Who'll be my role-model
Now that my role-model is
Gone Gone
He ducked back down the alley
With some roly-poly little bat-faced girl
All along along
There were incidents and accidents
There were hints and allegations
If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me Al
A man walks down the street
It's a street in a strange world
Maybe it's the Third World
Maybe it's his first time around
He doesn't speak the language
He holds no currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by the sound
The sound
Cattle in the marketplace
Scatterlings and orphanages
He looks around, around
He sees angels in the architecture
Spinning in infinity
He says Amen! and Hallelujah!
If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me Al
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Comments: Read 8 or Add Your Own.
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| Time: | 1:32 pm. |
| Mood: | bored. |
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Post something that you like here.
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Comments: Read 14 or Add Your Own.
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Wednesday, April 27th, 2005
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When was the last time you took on more than you should have and got in over your head?
What was the situation; why did you do it?
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Comments: Read 18 or Add Your Own.
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Thank god today is payday.
It's high time to get serious about spring shopping.
I went to make some copies this morning and watching all the young women parading into the copy center with their peptol bismol colored t-shirts and daisy-studded flip-flops filled me with an indescribable amount of envy.
Thinking about how lacking I am in the pastels department makes me a little teary.
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Comments: Read 22 or Add Your Own.
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I hate being cooped up in this drab shithole on such a fine, balmy, Northern Californian spring day.
Anyone want to go to the beach this weekend? I'm sick of being hideously pasty.
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Comments: Read 9 or Add Your Own.
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Wednesday, February 9th, 2005
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Although Michael Jackson says in a new documentary that he has had only two operations on his nose, a leading plastic surgeon believes he has had so much work done that he is now a "nasal cripple."
Dr. Pamela Lipkin, a prominent plastic surgeon in New York City who has studied photographs taken of Jackson at a California court appearance in November — in which his apparently scarred nose was covered by a small transparent bandage — believes something went wrong.
"What I think happened recently is that something in his nose — a graft, an implant, something — has now come out through the skin," said Lipkin, a nasal specialist who is not Jackson's doctor and has never examined him in person. "He's really got a hole in his skin."
"Michael Jackson has what we call an end-stage nose, a crippled nose, a crucified nose — one that's beyond the point of no return," she said.
People who have had so many surgeries on their nose that it becomes hard to breathe through are called "nasal cripples," Lipkin said.
Although Jackson's face has been splashed across the tabloids in recent months, Brittan Stone, photo editor at the celebrity magazine Us, says the singer's face is not being seen on magazines.
"The one thing you can't do with Michael is a beauty shot, because that shot simply just doesn't exist anymore," Stone said. "I don't think you can put Michael Jackson's face on the full-page of a magazine…. I think the flaws in his face become a little too evident, a little too frightening. It becomes like a medical study."
story @ http://abcnews.go.com/Primetime/story?id=131910&page=1
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Friday, January 7th, 2005
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Wednesday, December 29th, 2004
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This is some spin-off on a meme that starts out something like, 'Gee, isn't it insanely weird how we don't really know each other through livejournal?' So I was asked recently, today to be specific:
"Do you work for any certain company at all doing the graphic desing [sic] thing?"
Fortunately, someone was so kind as to provide their own answer to the question so I don't have to:
What, he thinks you sit on the street corner with a computer while you
design charts and graphs? For free? For passersby to throw change into your
coffee cup? "Please, mister, I made a pretty chart, please give me some
money so I can eat tonight." "Here you go, little girl, now give me that
chart full of statistical information, I'd like to hang it on the wall in my
living room. I am mesmerized by all the numbers and colors."
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Comments: Read 7 or Add Your Own.
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Okay, really now.
It's time to get serious about things - serious about life.
I can look very serious when I try hard.
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Comments: Read 4 or Add Your Own.
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Tuesday, December 28th, 2004
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/enter wonderful thing
Life: Here! Take this, it's yours.
Cynical person #1: Hmmm...
Life: No, really. It's yours.
Cynical person #1: That's ok. Thank you anyway. It's probably broken.
/weeks later
/enter wonderful thing once again
Cynical person #1: My eyes, do they deceive?
Life: What have I been trying to tell you?
Cynical person #1: Hmmmm...
Life: Go for it! You can have this.
Cynical person #1: Fine.
/pause
Cynical person #1: Wait a second! Why is this 2 inches away from my grasp?
Life: What?
Cynical person #1: You tricked me, motherfucker!
Life: Grab it, you idiot!
Cynical person #1: can't..reach.. No, wait, I've got it...
/pause
Cynical person #1: Okay, nevermind. Never-fucking-mind, you sick sadistic fuck.
Life: I don't know what your deal is, I'm just going about my business.
Cynical person #1: Stalemate*
*original version contained 'Indian giver' in lieu thereof. Now if it weren't for the vulgarity, my screenplay would procure a PG-rated film..
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Comments: Read 8 or Add Your Own.
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Friday, December 24th, 2004
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Wednesday, December 22nd, 2004
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| Time: | 7:23 pm. |
| Mood: | mystified. |
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I'm not a big fan of cliches (unless I'm exploiting them) but I've always adhered to the belief
'If it seems too good to be true, then it probably is.'
A true cynic I am.
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Tuesday, December 21st, 2004
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I almost hit a pedestrian on my lunch break who had determined that it would be a brilliant idea to lunge in front of my vehicle. After that, a cadillac making an unprotected left turn nearly careened into my driver's side, causing me to swerve and the dumb bitch just kept turning, oblivious to all other cars.
Christ, day be over all ready please, or at the very least, may all of these people be shot.
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Comments: Read 4 or Add Your Own.
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| Time: | 10:43 am. |
| Mood: | Optimistic! Well, almost maybe. |
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At the very least I can say my life is better now than it was at this time a year ago. Not by a longshot, but I guess you've got to start somewhere.
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Comments: Read 8 or Add Your Own.
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Sunday, December 19th, 2004
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I found an element of a project I worked on three semesters into my major in college.
It totally blows me away that I don't remember doing parts of it.
I found myself perusing it with fascination as though I were seeing all my own work for the very first time.
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Monday, December 13th, 2004
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Wednesday, December 1st, 2004
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I consider myself a person with few regrets. I almost said no regrets, and then I realized that it would be madness to claim that I never feel taken hostage by the past.
I've thought lately that I wish a certain person or persons would've met me at a different point in time. I don't think I can consider that a regret because many events that you have no control over shape the person that you are. Sometimes those events aren't pleasant or don't seem beneficial on any level. You then don't like the end result, which is the person you are, or the ways you've been shaped. Don't expect to see justice served because this is what you've got. This is all there is. Maybe I'm a defeatist, maybe I've forgone the idea of the fruits of one's labor, or that which is worth waging a war for. And maybe that's why I think that some people believe they can control more than they actually can. I think the modern image of an individual who is fully empowered and can take control and eventually alter any situation is a lie. It gives people a false sense of power, and detains their ability to live and let live, to go with the flow, accept that which is, and wait for their turn to come around again.
Maybe it is because I've known passion, and now I'm tired.
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Comments: Read 3 or Add Your Own.
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Tuesday, November 30th, 2004
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| Time: | 2:30 am. |
| Mood: | wild stab in the dark??. |
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Can't sleep!!
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Comments: Read 7 or Add Your Own.
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Sunday, November 28th, 2004
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At least the results were..kind of accurate.
How the fuck could an internet quiz know?!
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Comments: Read 10 or Add Your Own.
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