It annoys me when people have big-ass and/or fancy signatures for the sake of having big-ass and/or fancy signatures. It’s ridiculous. You’re not famous (yet) so why even bother making something so grandiose it has the possibility of overwhelming your body of work? People who sign EVERYTHING they create need to get a hold of their common sense.
In fact, our Design Process class, as not great as that class was, the teacher praised students for their pimped out nametags and presentation… (I feel like this is a deja vu rant for me… but I must repeat myself) and I was confused and a bit angry.
Sure, presentation is important because it need to attract clients and be easy to “read”… a good nametag should have basic information in a classy way. But the rest, I think it can be compared to penis size insecurity or something.
Perhaps when we’ve reached a level of competence, talent, and skill… then we may venture into more “creative” ways to leave your mark.
That is to say, how much of a person do you judge by their actions and/or their past? Is it wrong? Is it natural to do it? And if you did have some feelings against what a person does/did, but they are a “good” person, there’s not much you can do because trying to change people is like leading a horse to water…
Should I remain a good friend and do as good of a job as I can? Should I distance myself? Should I act as though nothing has changed or nothing is going on?
I kind of forget where I was going with this, but it has been on my mind for quite some time.
Yesterday, Rapture Day, what better time to go to a Yelle concert? I went with a good friend to the Music Box in Hollywood for an intimate show with Yelle. Opening act, the French Horn Rebellion, had some good beats but the computer was a bit ill and after that it was just alright for me. But you know, opening acts aren’t supposed to be more talented or accomplished than the actual performing artist anyway so I didn’t expect too much.
Yelle, she’s fucking cute, diva, and badass. My first live concert… very very awesome. I was sweating like a pig and the sweat from other people rubbing on my clothes, personal space being invaded, extremely invaded. I’d say it was still very awesome but my soul demanded a boiling shower.
I could smell weed/cigs… which was gross because the air was already warmer than pleasant.
Creepy closet Christian people. Stay away from me.
It was highly annoying but satisfying to teach them. I don’t know, something about being surrounded by individuals who don’t care about the world, whose lives are only beginning, and don’t know what awkward moments are and the most horrible thing in the world is being told to sit down and be quiet.
I was thinking… the beginning of the beginning for these kids. And already they’re told to color in the lines, sky should be blue, cats have triangular ears, boys should draw tanks. It irks me a little. I mean sure we were told all of these things and we turned out JUST fine. Is it the simplicity that’s necessary? As in, yes the sky IS “blue” but because of this reason you’ll learn in fifth grade and this entire physics textbook in college.
Meh, nothing I can really do about it but just try to be a good teacher.
I wish these kids could listen to good music and watch wonderful films and cartoons and enjoy the simple things in life. No advanced electronics, not yet.. they’re too innocent.