More Concrete

Here we go, stills from the film shoot in the craziest broken down place I've ever been.

I'm itching to go back and do something high fashion.

But till then capturing the actors in motion was fantastic.

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Watching: Glee
Reading: No time for reading, only time to write!
Listening: Metric

Last Sentence Written: “Well I am most definitely not even going to think about pretending to be your sex slave. I mean-“

Concrete, WA

Went to help out on a film shoot in one of the most creep-tastic places I've ever been.
The first thing the director asked everyone is if they've had their Tetnis shots.
It was a strange, sublime combination of being absolutely terrified by the drug-addled, sex -crazed, bullet-shot debris, and astounded by the placid, snowy mountains cradling the calmest aquamarine lake.

Here are a batch of atmosphere photos to really capture the odd mix of wreckage and beauty we were met with.
Next post: Stills from shooting the film.

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Watching: It's Always Sunny
Reading: Pride & Prejudice
Listening: The Shins

Last Sentence Written: "Maybe it’d do him some good to get his lips sewn together for a day."

Today I officially watched my first Star Wars movie.
I tried to tell my roommate that I had seen Episode I before, but apparently he didn't seem to think that counted.
I mentioned, afterwards, that I certainly liked Episode IV enough to watch the rest of them. He seemed satisfied enough until I added that also included the prequels. He told me I could do it, but he would be no part of it.

I bet some of that has to do with the fact that I made him rewind the rolling opening paragraph-y sequence thing because I was having trouble reading it while eating a piece of pie. All I had really gleaned the first time round was that Princess Leia was some sort of custodian.

The only other thing worth mentioning, I think, was that regardless of whether I watched Star Wars growing up Star Tours was still a massive part of my childhood. It's still one of the best rides at the park, and definitely the one with the most personality.
In fact, I turned to my roommate after they introduced R2-D2 and C-3PO and said, "Those two are my favorite! But they are very bad at driving."

In other news, we managed to dodge a hurricane today, but who knows if the weather in Nassau will clear for next week. Either way I'm excited to relax, drink a bit, and maybe see some aquatic life.
aka Sharks.

Watching: Project Runway
Reading: The Last Question (Asimov)
Listening: Nothing

Last Sentence Written: "The winds would only unearth the coffins."

I am in a different place, now, than when I wrote my last full blog post on May 21st. And by a different place, I mean a different physical place. I wrote that blog in the computer lab in the art building on campus, I’m writing this post in my bedroom in my apartment.

I re-read the old post and found myself wondering how I could have ever used the phrase: “I suck at design” so liberally. I do not suck at design. Since then I submitted my portfolio for junior review, got accepted into my first choice senior focus, and have gotten a job as a designer at the campus publicity center.
But then I remembered the other day when, bogged down by projects and committees and the board, I literally face palmed and exclaimed: “I suck at design!”

And then I briefly wondered what it would feel like to not think I suck at design. Or at least, not struggle with the fact that at any moment I might start sucking. Anyone who considers themselves an artist, or a writer, a creator, is all too familiar with finishing a self-deemed masterpiece only to have it critiqued as ‘sub-par’ or ‘lacking in technique’.

Do I even want to live in a world where I think everything I make is wonderful?
Ok, maybe that doesn’t sound so terrible.
But really, I’m probably always going to think, at one time or other, that I am not good at design. It’s what keeps me striving, working toward the portfolio reviews and job interviews. It’s probably the very thing that keeps me from sucking in design in the first place.

There. Personal quandary solved.
Q.E.D.
(Do you put the periods after the letters? I don’t know, it’s been a long time since I’ve done math.)

And since I like pictures, here are some (old) design pieces that made it into my portfolio.

1. 2. 3.

I decided to include some book related designs, considering how much I (and the rest of the world) love(s) books so much.

1. I did this project last winter. We had to make book covers for three very different made up titles.
2. This is a spattering of my favorite books made from my production class. We had to experiment with simple bindings and techniques.
3. This was my favorite project in book arts. We had to take a 6 foot long piece of butcher paper, paint both sides completely, then use every scrap of it in at least three fully bound books, creating a collection.

Now I have to turn of the computer so I can get some sleep before waking up and going to work to spend more time on the computer.

(P.S. I'm also a writer, although sometimes I can forget it, so at the end tag I'm including the last sentence I've written when working on my stories.)

Watching: The Futurama Movies
Reading: Tell All
Listening: Time, Inception Soundtrack

Last Sentence Written: "There are television shows about that sort of thing, although they’re never that good."