And no. It's not just for Halloween. I just didn't want to get any wigga results, feel meh?
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Why, yes, I HAVE popped summin.
So, I have a question...
And no. It's not just for Halloween. I just didn't want to get any wigga results, feel meh?
And no. It's not just for Halloween. I just didn't want to get any wigga results, feel meh?
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
The Absolutely Nothing Things in Life
Ok, so I've been in my school's library from 3:15 pm to what is now 5:09 am. I should be writing my paper and studying for my ungodly hard art history exam since, after all, I have to be at work in 5 hours.
Still, I came across something that, honest to God, put me on THE MOON:
Last year, visiting artist/graphic designer, Daniel Eatock, came to our school to set up an exhibition at the Catherine J. Smith Gallery (you may think I'm being elaborate, but this has been a decent chunk of my paper these last four hours...). Part of what he included in his exhibit were what he called "Holley Portraits," named after a friend of his in college who created something similar that said something which resonated in Dan's mind enough to want to recreate it. Phew, I didn't even say that out loud and I'm tongue tied.
So what they had us newbie graphic designers do was make a thumb print, enlarge it to the size of our face/head, and then write our life story along the grooves. I remember seeing mine on the gallery wall, and even though everyone who made one could find it up there, it just so happened to be my birthday and that made MINE being up there much more special. Don't worry, I thanked him for this by saying, "Thank you SO much for choosing mine!!!!1111"
At that point, I had no idea that he put all of them up there. It happens.
BUT! in reference to the paper I am currently (or was currently) writing, I came across his website and look what I found:
My Holley Portrait! On his website! With everyone else's! But that's ok!
It's probably better quality if you view it from there: "Michelle Kammerhuber"
It says, "One day I realized that I am absolutely (x 6,000,000) nothing. And that is ok."
And it still is.
Still, I came across something that, honest to God, put me on THE MOON:
Last year, visiting artist/graphic designer, Daniel Eatock, came to our school to set up an exhibition at the Catherine J. Smith Gallery (you may think I'm being elaborate, but this has been a decent chunk of my paper these last four hours...). Part of what he included in his exhibit were what he called "Holley Portraits," named after a friend of his in college who created something similar that said something which resonated in Dan's mind enough to want to recreate it. Phew, I didn't even say that out loud and I'm tongue tied.
So what they had us newbie graphic designers do was make a thumb print, enlarge it to the size of our face/head, and then write our life story along the grooves. I remember seeing mine on the gallery wall, and even though everyone who made one could find it up there, it just so happened to be my birthday and that made MINE being up there much more special. Don't worry, I thanked him for this by saying, "Thank you SO much for choosing mine!!!!1111"
At that point, I had no idea that he put all of them up there. It happens.
BUT! in reference to the paper I am currently (or was currently) writing, I came across his website and look what I found:
My Holley Portrait! On his website! With everyone else's! But that's ok!
It's probably better quality if you view it from there: "Michelle Kammerhuber"
It says, "One day I realized that I am absolutely (x 6,000,000) nothing. And that is ok."
And it still is.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
A Few Good Mentalities
I came across this article from the NYtimes.com by Michael Cieply about what he perceives as a lack of memorable movie lines from films post-1990. Amusingly enough (for me anyway) he mentions 2010's "The Social Network" which I not only JUST watched tonight with my brother, but kept thinking about while reading this article. CRAZY.
The movie, in my opinion, captured the sticky lawsuit issues surrounding Facebook founder, Mark Zuckerberg, in a way that seemed appropriately desensationalized. Aside from a few expected elements of 21st century cinematic pizzazz (simultaneous bathroom stall hook-ups, anyone?), the movie, like Facebook, detaches from our experience by holding up that proverbial mirror. It begs to be observed at face-value (heh heh) by reminding us that in a homogenized social realm, real personality becomes a commodity.
With that being said, I found myself holding on to certain quotes as if they were rare moments of raw honesty, commodities compared to the dialogue-saturated movies so typical today. My favorite part was actually a line that Andrew Garfield's character said, and I'm paraphrasing:
"Yeah, I did get your 46 text messages...and I thought it was completely normal behavior." Lawl.
Perhaps the most sobering came from the ex-gf of Jesse Eisenberg's character:
"But you still blogged...like your thoughts are so smart it would be a crime not to share them."
Damn.
The movie, in my opinion, captured the sticky lawsuit issues surrounding Facebook founder, Mark Zuckerberg, in a way that seemed appropriately desensationalized. Aside from a few expected elements of 21st century cinematic pizzazz (simultaneous bathroom stall hook-ups, anyone?), the movie, like Facebook, detaches from our experience by holding up that proverbial mirror. It begs to be observed at face-value (heh heh) by reminding us that in a homogenized social realm, real personality becomes a commodity.
With that being said, I found myself holding on to certain quotes as if they were rare moments of raw honesty, commodities compared to the dialogue-saturated movies so typical today. My favorite part was actually a line that Andrew Garfield's character said, and I'm paraphrasing:
"Yeah, I did get your 46 text messages...and I thought it was completely normal behavior." Lawl.
Perhaps the most sobering came from the ex-gf of Jesse Eisenberg's character:
"But you still blogged...like your thoughts are so smart it would be a crime not to share them."
Damn.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
I'm still drunk
...from last night. Talk about EPIC fail:
according to the last person I legitimately called from my phone last night, I said that I "was in a bush." And I'm sure I was.
If I remember correctly, and I probably don't, I was on my way to see Grace Potter and the Nocturnals. Glad I didn't because that would have definitely been the third time I was kicked out of Legends.
according to the last person I legitimately called from my phone last night, I said that I "was in a bush." And I'm sure I was.If I remember correctly, and I probably don't, I was on my way to see Grace Potter and the Nocturnals. Glad I didn't because that would have definitely been the third time I was kicked out of Legends.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Party Fail
Does it look like I give a ****?
I find the idea of creating a "party foul" a pretty absurd one. You can be having a relatively normal back and forth conversation with someone whilst shit-faced ("normal" aside from the fact that vocal volume goes up 75 decibels), but god forbid you knock a beer over because
ooooooh woah woah WOAH!!
Suddenly, you've actually proven that you were just THAT drunk...like the closed eyes and struggle for equilibrium not only didn't give it away, but were what? Becoming? Yeeaah.
The thing that really gets me is the way everyone will overcompensate for what happened before you, the party fouler, even have a chance to just say, "Sorry, man." See, to be frank, I've done a lot of rreeaalllly stupid things in my life while sober to actually give half a shit for spilling someone's beer while I'm drunk. In fact, yesterday, when this happened (yup, this is about me...did I forget to mention this?), the guy asked if I felt bad. HA! Nope. And I told him that.
If his friend would have stopped his fake laughing long enough, he may have heard me ask if he'd at least like me to buy him another beer.
Not like I really would have though.
ooooooh woah woah WOAH!!
Suddenly, you've actually proven that you were just THAT drunk...like the closed eyes and struggle for equilibrium not only didn't give it away, but were what? Becoming? Yeeaah.
The thing that really gets me is the way everyone will overcompensate for what happened before you, the party fouler, even have a chance to just say, "Sorry, man." See, to be frank, I've done a lot of rreeaalllly stupid things in my life while sober to actually give half a shit for spilling someone's beer while I'm drunk. In fact, yesterday, when this happened (yup, this is about me...did I forget to mention this?), the guy asked if I felt bad. HA! Nope. And I told him that.
If his friend would have stopped his fake laughing long enough, he may have heard me ask if he'd at least like me to buy him another beer.
Not like I really would have though.