20 December 2009
01 December 2009
PROCRASTINATION
My classmates and I have been really into this lately:
We have two more weeks of work that might just be more hellish than my 12-hour plane ride to Korea in the back row in the middle next to Korean strangers.
But I think I figured something out: You can help me resist the urge to waste time blogging by commenting! Because if there's something new (comments) everyday, I won't feel I "need" to post something new, right? At least not until after school is over...
So pretty please. If you're not usually a comment-er, you can just type one word.
And if you've already seen it, just tell me your favorite part. And if I don't know you, even better.
Contribute to a good cause by commenting? So easy! :)
We have two more weeks of work that might just be more hellish than my 12-hour plane ride to Korea in the back row in the middle next to Korean strangers.
But I think I figured something out: You can help me resist the urge to waste time blogging by commenting! Because if there's something new (comments) everyday, I won't feel I "need" to post something new, right? At least not until after school is over...
So pretty please. If you're not usually a comment-er, you can just type one word.
And if you've already seen it, just tell me your favorite part. And if I don't know you, even better.
Contribute to a good cause by commenting? So easy! :)
26 November 2009
R. I. P.
TO MY FAVORITE 5-YEAR-OLD KELLY GREEN GAP LEATHER GLOVES
(Well, one of them is somewhere in Seoul; the other is here with me, but what can I do with just one?)
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in other news, we shared a wonderful traditional thanksgiving with the missionaries.
and tonight, we hit the streets of Myeong-dong for 12-inch mango cones and glasses for Ben.
(But Ben and I threw away our cones after a few licks. They weren't very flavorful).
*Notice that Ben's strawberry cone matches his new fucia Uniqlo zip hoodie. And the giant rainbow place is where he got his glasses... pictures of his new frames to come...
(Well, one of them is somewhere in Seoul; the other is here with me, but what can I do with just one?)
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in other news, we shared a wonderful traditional thanksgiving with the missionaries.
and tonight, we hit the streets of Myeong-dong for 12-inch mango cones and glasses for Ben.
(But Ben and I threw away our cones after a few licks. They weren't very flavorful).
*Notice that Ben's strawberry cone matches his new fucia Uniqlo zip hoodie. And the giant rainbow place is where he got his glasses... pictures of his new frames to come...24 November 2009
OLIVIA IN KOREA / BEN IN KOREA
O, heeeeere we are together, together, together:
Ben is wearing Kurt's awesome tie, and I am a shorty-pants.
Ben played RingAroundTheRosies after the Temple session.
This is Pen Heaven where I almost fainted.(Really. I really felt light-headed).
Mom gave me some special pen orders for the family, so I bought LOTS!The ladies had to scan each of the 108 pens individually!
(Check out their uniforms, and my bald spot/scar from the 1999 Family Move)
Ben has made some awesome purchases. (Panda hat being one of them) But he held back on this red BYU sweat-shirt-dress and settled for just a good photo.All this is not to mention the Japanese tape, MUJI, UNIQLO, the AMAZING missionary lesson where I was crying the whole time and missing my mission, glass milk cartons, inside-out salt shakers, fabric paper, turquoise nail polish, giant asian pears, fabric stickers, every color of felt, and pleated or polka-dot hole ribbon.
But none of it compares to being with Korean Knudsens again!
(For up-to-date images, click on the Master Father Blogger)
16 November 2009
I 'DESERVE' IT
(I know I have a load of things to do right now, but I'm telling myself I deserve to blog right now. I can hear some sort of authority in my head saying something like I never can deserve anything in this life; I think in the context of Christ, and my eternal debt. But still, for lack of a better word, I deserve this blog therapy right now.)
We got to school around 8 tonight, with the intention of staying for a good late night of homework. The Aytch-Eff-Ay-See, as Ben likes to call it, (H-FAC to the rest of us) closes at 11, but late passes are available by endorsement of a teacher. Ben spends so much time with me there that the Security Guard girl now considers him one of the rest of the design students with late passes.
Awesome.
Tonight we sat in a room not endorsed by the late pass. So at 11, Security Guard Girl asked us to pack up and move two doors down to the BFA studio. But it was full. It turns out there were 13 other students just as dedicated to the night of homework that we were. We awkwardly walked in, then walked out; there was no room in the Inn. But really it's probably better this way, the BFA studio is probably not for married people after all. We're the only marrieds that ever really stay late. (The others must know how to be productive at home or something?)
Ben and I are trying it. We each have a little desk in our "work room". Ben was a dear and, to make my small corner more inviting (after my mumble of complaint), he lit two candles for me. Now I'm so happy and comfortable, how can I not just write about it? I was just rejected from the Inn, I deserve to write.
I'm connecting my random thoughts on a theme: Gratitude (it's November).
I'm grateful for Ben being a dear. After compiling this flora to the beauty above, Ben did me a favor of gathering my school bag, and bringing me the car in exchange for the brrrr! scooter I took to work. After a full day of work then class, I came home to a clean house and dinner on the table. Parmesan salad, spiced hamburgers, spaghetti squash, then egg nog and fruit snacks for dessert. He was so happy and hot. He made good jokes all evening, and I asked him why I loved him so much today.
I'm grateful for my passport. I know, I already told you I found it, but was it anticlimactic for you too? (Ben mentioned, two minutes after finding it, "That place was kind of anticlimactic.") I don't know if you realize the miracle. I was pushed to the very edge. I had looked everywhere for days, then I made all the calls, looked up the online info, filled out the proper forms and printed them out. I had a folder with all the prices and phone numbers and appointments and requirements. I wondered if it was silly to make the post about it. But if I hadn't, Ashley would never have known of my dilemma, so she never would have chatted me with the long list of unthinkable places, mentioning 'endtable' in passing, and I might never have thought to open the bottom drawer on my way to bed. Now, Korea's stamp will be in the same book as England, Germany, France, and the Czech and Dominican Republics. And I can buy stationeries and pens and things in Seoul. I think of the analogy that the Lord requires us to take a few steps into the dark before he'll light the way. I'm grateful He lit the way after my steps in the dark.
I'm grateful for Nu Skin. In the past 2 weeks, the Nu Skin has payed me to taste nearly every item on Communal's lunch menu, to golf for 5 hours, and to draw elves with wide faces all day long. Not to mention: they pay me to get internship credit hours at school. One day I'll show you what Nu Skin pays me to design.
Oh, and this whole time Ben deserved to look for new Christmas music with the $30 of iTunes gift cards from none other than our good friend Nu Skin.
Now we are cracking down on homework. Nothing can stop us.
We got to school around 8 tonight, with the intention of staying for a good late night of homework. The Aytch-Eff-Ay-See, as Ben likes to call it, (H-FAC to the rest of us) closes at 11, but late passes are available by endorsement of a teacher. Ben spends so much time with me there that the Security Guard girl now considers him one of the rest of the design students with late passes.
Awesome.
Tonight we sat in a room not endorsed by the late pass. So at 11, Security Guard Girl asked us to pack up and move two doors down to the BFA studio. But it was full. It turns out there were 13 other students just as dedicated to the night of homework that we were. We awkwardly walked in, then walked out; there was no room in the Inn. But really it's probably better this way, the BFA studio is probably not for married people after all. We're the only marrieds that ever really stay late. (The others must know how to be productive at home or something?)
Ben and I are trying it. We each have a little desk in our "work room". Ben was a dear and, to make my small corner more inviting (after my mumble of complaint), he lit two candles for me. Now I'm so happy and comfortable, how can I not just write about it? I was just rejected from the Inn, I deserve to write.
I'm connecting my random thoughts on a theme: Gratitude (it's November).
I'm grateful for Ben being a dear. After compiling this flora to the beauty above, Ben did me a favor of gathering my school bag, and bringing me the car in exchange for the brrrr! scooter I took to work. After a full day of work then class, I came home to a clean house and dinner on the table. Parmesan salad, spiced hamburgers, spaghetti squash, then egg nog and fruit snacks for dessert. He was so happy and hot. He made good jokes all evening, and I asked him why I loved him so much today.
I'm grateful for my passport. I know, I already told you I found it, but was it anticlimactic for you too? (Ben mentioned, two minutes after finding it, "That place was kind of anticlimactic.") I don't know if you realize the miracle. I was pushed to the very edge. I had looked everywhere for days, then I made all the calls, looked up the online info, filled out the proper forms and printed them out. I had a folder with all the prices and phone numbers and appointments and requirements. I wondered if it was silly to make the post about it. But if I hadn't, Ashley would never have known of my dilemma, so she never would have chatted me with the long list of unthinkable places, mentioning 'endtable' in passing, and I might never have thought to open the bottom drawer on my way to bed. Now, Korea's stamp will be in the same book as England, Germany, France, and the Czech and Dominican Republics. And I can buy stationeries and pens and things in Seoul. I think of the analogy that the Lord requires us to take a few steps into the dark before he'll light the way. I'm grateful He lit the way after my steps in the dark.
I'm grateful for Nu Skin. In the past 2 weeks, the Nu Skin has payed me to taste nearly every item on Communal's lunch menu, to golf for 5 hours, and to draw elves with wide faces all day long. Not to mention: they pay me to get internship credit hours at school. One day I'll show you what Nu Skin pays me to design.
Oh, and this whole time Ben deserved to look for new Christmas music with the $30 of iTunes gift cards from none other than our good friend Nu Skin.
Now we are cracking down on homework. Nothing can stop us.
14 November 2009
13 November 2009
10 November 2009
PRAYER + FAITH
I'm sorry. I lied. I said I checked every drawer. I really thought I'd checked every drawer.
But I must not have checked inside the bottom endtable drawer (yes, I think I checked the top drawer), under the Sacrament talk papers, under the Bonds That Make Us Free book, under the Goonies DVD. At some point, months ago, I must have known a box or bag or bin was not a good place for a passport, so I put it in an undeniably safe place—even safe from myself.
Special thanks to ALL prayers, the blog, and Ashley Thalman who racked her brain over a good 30-min chat with me so I could rack my brain. I'd checked many places she suggested, but still had a new list to check when we were done.
The endtable was one of them. It's been sleeping next to me this whole time.
Korea and Knudsens: Here I come!
But I must not have checked inside the bottom endtable drawer (yes, I think I checked the top drawer), under the Sacrament talk papers, under the Bonds That Make Us Free book, under the Goonies DVD. At some point, months ago, I must have known a box or bag or bin was not a good place for a passport, so I put it in an undeniably safe place—even safe from myself.
Special thanks to ALL prayers, the blog, and Ashley Thalman who racked her brain over a good 30-min chat with me so I could rack my brain. I'd checked many places she suggested, but still had a new list to check when we were done.
The endtable was one of them. It's been sleeping next to me this whole time.
Korea and Knudsens: Here I come!
09 November 2009
COLORFULLY EMBROIDERED + S.O.S.
Did anybody else get this in the mail today?
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And, is anyone a passport expert? I spent the weekend looking in every box, bag, envelope, folder, bin, drawer, closet, bin, cupboard, car, and in every logical place and illogical place
for my passport.
And no luck.
My flight for Korea leaves in 10 days.
The Passport place in Provo said to pay $160 there, then take a sealed envelope to the travel broker in SLC, where for another $185, they might be able to get me a passport in less than 14 days. I told the lady that I have a 5-hour layover in San Francisco, and family there, but she said it would still be 14 days from there. What about the rumors that you can walk in to the office in San Francisco, and come out an hour later with a passport?
Anyone? HELP! I will pay the $345 because it's better than no Korea,
but if anyone knows the system in San Francisco, I wonder if I should aim for that.
And if you don't know, please just pray.
Thank you.
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And, is anyone a passport expert? I spent the weekend looking in every box, bag, envelope, folder, bin, drawer, closet, bin, cupboard, car, and in every logical place and illogical place
for my passport.
And no luck.
My flight for Korea leaves in 10 days.
The Passport place in Provo said to pay $160 there, then take a sealed envelope to the travel broker in SLC, where for another $185, they might be able to get me a passport in less than 14 days. I told the lady that I have a 5-hour layover in San Francisco, and family there, but she said it would still be 14 days from there. What about the rumors that you can walk in to the office in San Francisco, and come out an hour later with a passport?
Anyone? HELP! I will pay the $345 because it's better than no Korea,
but if anyone knows the system in San Francisco, I wonder if I should aim for that.
And if you don't know, please just pray.
Thank you.
07 November 2009
05 November 2009
BIRTHDAY CATCH-UP #2
Photo taken on 8 October, 2005. What? It's been four years?
Devin is still that photogenic.
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I used to love saying that "Devin and I have been friends since we were born."
For our growing-up years, we'd only see each other every several months.
I remember it always took us a bit to warm up to each other,
but by the time it was time to go, we'd never be ready to separate.
Then after high school, we never really had to seperate. We were together at DT (RIP),
where she introduced me to her friends as her "fake cousin."
Appropriate, I thought. Her family is basically part of my Mom's family,
not to mention several other life-long significant connections.
The next three years of living together turned fake-cousin-ship to deeper friendship.
Happy 25th Birthday | a month ago | Devin Ann!
Thanks for your constant initiative to keep that friendship going! You're ever o-so on top of it!
Devin is still that photogenic.
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I used to love saying that "Devin and I have been friends since we were born."
For our growing-up years, we'd only see each other every several months.
I remember it always took us a bit to warm up to each other,
but by the time it was time to go, we'd never be ready to separate.
Then after high school, we never really had to seperate. We were together at DT (RIP),
where she introduced me to her friends as her "fake cousin."
Appropriate, I thought. Her family is basically part of my Mom's family,
not to mention several other life-long significant connections.
The next three years of living together turned fake-cousin-ship to deeper friendship.
Happy 25th Birthday | a month ago | Devin Ann!
Thanks for your constant initiative to keep that friendship going! You're ever o-so on top of it!
04 November 2009
BIRTHDAY CATCH-UP #1
WOW. ABOUT ONE WHOLE MONTH LATE. AWESOME.
MY LITTLEST SISTER MAYA TURNED 13 ON 8 OCTOBER 2009.
BUT REALLY, WE ALL KNOW SHE'S 13 GOING ON 23.
WHEN SHE COULD BARELY SEE OVER THE COUNTER,
SHE WAS ALREADY THE MOST RESPONSIBLE IN THE HOUSE
(BESIDES MY PARENTS & I, OF COURSE).
WE COULD WALK IN THE DOOR AND HAVE A FULL ACCOUNT
OF WHO CALLED AND WHAT THEY NEEDED
AND IF WE NEEDED TO CALL THEM BACK.
(SHE STILL DOES IT BY SECOND-NATURE).
SHE KNEW ALL MY FRIENDS IN HIGH SCHOOL.
SHE KNEW WHO WAS DATING WHO;
WHO HAD A CRUSH ON WHO;
WHO DIDN'T LIKE WHO;
WHO DUMPED WHO;
WHO WAS RELATED TO WHO;
(SHOULD ALL THOSE LAST WHO'S BE WHOM'S?)
SHE KNOWS HOW TO WORK THE SYSTEM.
ANY SYSTEM—SCHOOL, THE FAMILY, TRENDS, MONEY...
SHE'S EVERYONE'S FAVORITE BABYSITTER.
MATURE MAYA HAS ALWAYS BEEN MY GOOD FRIEND.
I LOVE WATCHING HER GROW.
HAPPY TEENS TO GABRIELA ISABEL!
MY LITTLEST SISTER MAYA TURNED 13 ON 8 OCTOBER 2009.
BUT REALLY, WE ALL KNOW SHE'S 13 GOING ON 23.
WHEN SHE COULD BARELY SEE OVER THE COUNTER,
SHE WAS ALREADY THE MOST RESPONSIBLE IN THE HOUSE
(BESIDES MY PARENTS & I, OF COURSE).
WE COULD WALK IN THE DOOR AND HAVE A FULL ACCOUNT
OF WHO CALLED AND WHAT THEY NEEDED
AND IF WE NEEDED TO CALL THEM BACK.
(SHE STILL DOES IT BY SECOND-NATURE).
SHE KNEW ALL MY FRIENDS IN HIGH SCHOOL.
SHE KNEW WHO WAS DATING WHO;
WHO HAD A CRUSH ON WHO;
WHO DIDN'T LIKE WHO;
WHO DUMPED WHO;
WHO WAS RELATED TO WHO;
(SHOULD ALL THOSE LAST WHO'S BE WHOM'S?)
SHE KNOWS HOW TO WORK THE SYSTEM.
ANY SYSTEM—SCHOOL, THE FAMILY, TRENDS, MONEY...
SHE'S EVERYONE'S FAVORITE BABYSITTER.
MATURE MAYA HAS ALWAYS BEEN MY GOOD FRIEND.
I LOVE WATCHING HER GROW.
HAPPY TEENS TO GABRIELA ISABEL!
03 November 2009
DEAR ASHLEY KNUDSEN BAKER,
please forgive the bluriness; i tried FOREVER to fix it. click to enlarge for clarity.
02 November 2009
DREAM COME TRUE
School during Halloween = my favorite Halloweenisms unfulfilled.
(i.e. corn maze, pumpkin carving, apple cider, roasted pumpkin seeds, playing in leaves)
But one long-time Halloween Dream did come true this year:
I got to be Frida.
Special Thanks to Elisa for helping conceive the idea o-so-long ago.
Special Thanks to Casidy for providing me the opportunity to dress up for something.
More Special Thanks to Hus-Ben for joining me.
01 November 2009
OH, HEY.
Thanks to the dear ones who said you miss me. I miss the blog(s).
Too bad I let blogging turn into another one of those always-behind-in-and-trying-to-
catch-up-on things. I could just let it be what it is and help relieve me of the stress and yuck building up from the rest of those a-b-i-a-t-t-c-u-o things.
So I'm trying again.
But special sorry's to those I've disappointed: most particularly the birthday peoples. (You see, I think that's why I didn't do birthday shout-outs in the first place, because how was I ever going to keep up? And what if I missed someone without knowing it? Guess what: I did. Dear Deborah thought I was going to tell all about the wonderful influence she's had on me and even my hobbies to this day, but alas, I let her down! And that's only accounting for the soul that was brave enough to tell me that I skipped her. So, we'll see if I can't make up for that too.
As an update in general, schoolwork is still hard, but I still love school mates and class content and learning. I've chosen handwriting as my subject of research for the next year, and the basis for my BFA Final Show, (currently scheduled for the first weeks of May; mark your calendars). I'm loving it, though still hating the never-sleep lifestyle, and always being behind.
My True Love has been supportive as ever. Thanks, Dear.
Adrian, my Australian professor for design, wrote this line on the board at the beginning of class. He asked what we thought and I blurted,"The story of my life!" I copied it with my Sarasas in my sketchbook.
I'm working on replacing fear with faith.
Too bad I let blogging turn into another one of those always-behind-in-and-trying-to-
catch-up-on things. I could just let it be what it is and help relieve me of the stress and yuck building up from the rest of those a-b-i-a-t-t-c-u-o things.
So I'm trying again.
But special sorry's to those I've disappointed: most particularly the birthday peoples. (You see, I think that's why I didn't do birthday shout-outs in the first place, because how was I ever going to keep up? And what if I missed someone without knowing it? Guess what: I did. Dear Deborah thought I was going to tell all about the wonderful influence she's had on me and even my hobbies to this day, but alas, I let her down! And that's only accounting for the soul that was brave enough to tell me that I skipped her. So, we'll see if I can't make up for that too.
As an update in general, schoolwork is still hard, but I still love school mates and class content and learning. I've chosen handwriting as my subject of research for the next year, and the basis for my BFA Final Show, (currently scheduled for the first weeks of May; mark your calendars). I'm loving it, though still hating the never-sleep lifestyle, and always being behind.
My True Love has been supportive as ever. Thanks, Dear.
Adrian, my Australian professor for design, wrote this line on the board at the beginning of class. He asked what we thought and I blurted,"The story of my life!" I copied it with my Sarasas in my sketchbook.I'm working on replacing fear with faith.
12 September 2009
MIRACLES
Like 3 weeks ago, two miracles happened and I selfishly didn't share them.
No blog-time anymore because I had to spend most of it trying and failing to edit the layout of the blog and then reverting and refreshing all my bad edits. (see previous post)
In summary:
MIRACLE #1: After over 5 years of no boating of any kind -- specifically no wakeboarding, I slipped in the water with a wakeboard and got up the first time with no trouble maneuvering in and out of the wake. It was probably to the water's credit. The lake was just glass.
MIRACLE #2: After a whole day of boating, and after sending the picture-text to Ben of the wake-boarding miracle, as per his request, I stepped off the boat onto the dock while my phone jumped from my pocket through the 3-inch gap between the boat and the dock. About ten minutes later, and several merky-water dives of mine and my boss, he came up with it in his hand. It was vibrating non-stop as if in shock. I took the poor battery out, and later put the phone in a 100° oven. That night, I tried again, and the phone worked. Still does.
*special thanks to Nu Skin for paying me for these miracles. Rah! Rah! Team off-site!
No blog-time anymore because I had to spend most of it trying and failing to edit the layout of the blog and then reverting and refreshing all my bad edits. (see previous post)
In summary:
MIRACLE #1: After over 5 years of no boating of any kind -- specifically no wakeboarding, I slipped in the water with a wakeboard and got up the first time with no trouble maneuvering in and out of the wake. It was probably to the water's credit. The lake was just glass.
MIRACLE #2: After a whole day of boating, and after sending the picture-text to Ben of the wake-boarding miracle, as per his request, I stepped off the boat onto the dock while my phone jumped from my pocket through the 3-inch gap between the boat and the dock. About ten minutes later, and several merky-water dives of mine and my boss, he came up with it in his hand. It was vibrating non-stop as if in shock. I took the poor battery out, and later put the phone in a 100° oven. That night, I tried again, and the phone worked. Still does.
*special thanks to Nu Skin for paying me for these miracles. Rah! Rah! Team off-site!
PRIDE
I've longed to make this blog look the way I want it. I AM a designer, you know. But all the knowledge I gained in the web class has since been flushed from my memory. The html, xhtml, CSS... I barely remember what the acronymns mean.
If you hadn't noticed, the blog's been a little all-over the place lately. (If you're reading through READER, consider yourself lucky).
It's because I'm convinced I can teach myself how to fix what I want and how to do it without having to ask anyone. I have the internet. I can simply Google everything I want and learn, right? WRONG. And I just need to admit that. And it's kind of hard. I don't know how to put big pictures on the blog, and give the header more room, and tighten the leading (uh-oh, see my pride? I'm wanting to use fancy design terms to make myself sound more savvy) and I have been to stubborn to ask anyone because I figured I could do it easier myself.
But, with my tail between my legs, I ask any and all of you: Is there a way to post big pictures without using Photobucket, Picasa, or changing the width in the html of the post every time? There are more questions, but that's all my pride can handle for now I think...
If you hadn't noticed, the blog's been a little all-over the place lately. (If you're reading through READER, consider yourself lucky).
It's because I'm convinced I can teach myself how to fix what I want and how to do it without having to ask anyone. I have the internet. I can simply Google everything I want and learn, right? WRONG. And I just need to admit that. And it's kind of hard. I don't know how to put big pictures on the blog, and give the header more room, and tighten the leading (uh-oh, see my pride? I'm wanting to use fancy design terms to make myself sound more savvy) and I have been to stubborn to ask anyone because I figured I could do it easier myself.
But, with my tail between my legs, I ask any and all of you: Is there a way to post big pictures without using Photobucket, Picasa, or changing the width in the html of the post every time? There are more questions, but that's all my pride can handle for now I think...
07 September 2009
OH, YEAH...
Now I'm at school. Ben's idea. We already have homework catch-up to do even after the first week. But we're both hopeless. We've both done a share of homework. But I'd say 80% of our 3 hours so far has been our own internet wants. Sports for him. Blogs and Gmail for me.
I think it's official. I need a creative outlet. Blogging is serving that need. I don't think I can get on to school stuff (which, being a Graphic Design major, really should be a creative outlet in itself) without just 'letting it out'. What is it? I don't know. But it's just going to help, ok?
OK:
Thanks to long-lost middle school pal Caitlyn for my first real haircut in over 5 years. Yes. I know. I won't bore you with the details, but it was bad. I think this is a good sign though. My new step was layers, so really the change isn't that drastic when you see me, but this means that there could be good things in the future. Coloring? And maybe actually doing it? Or maybe I really should just be comfortable with my wash-n-wear self. Caitlyn was. Thanks again for your help. It was great to catch up and make so many crazy connections.
While running through Smith's grocery for ground lamb and feta at midnight, I happened to walk down the seasonal isle. I LOVED IT. I don't know why I love Halloween so much but I do. For some reason, it reminds me of Ben. My best Halloween memories are with Ben. Including, our first date. I'm excited for Fall and sweaters and football games.
Aah, yes. Football games. Somewhere along my Visual Arts education, and probably because my boy was overseas, I lost a football-going gene. I come from a family of avid fans. And growing up in Provo, it was a part of my fun high school memories to go to the BYU football games. It's not that important within the walls of the Department of Visual Arts. And I have been that exemplar for years. But Ben knocked some sense back into me. Late in the summer, he proposed the All-Sports pass. It is our last year here. I agreed. I am determined to not let education get in the way of school. I'm going to the football games and I'm going to enjoy them.
Just like I enjoyed Saturday's game. Along with the rest of Mormónlandia. Go Coug's.
Another biggie: This week I (and my very helpful, always-willing family) made some business cards for these peeps. I made them on a 12x18 C&P letterpress, that is mine. It was voyage #2. If you didn't see maiden voyage, go talk to Ashley. She's in-part responsible for my baby being up and running. Almost one whole year later, when I was missing a BYU football game in order to move it. You try moving 2000 awkward pounds from SLC to Provo. It was hard.
But it was worth it. I'm excited to steadily move along and use Ms. Letterpress. But she needs a better name. Suggestions? I don't know how I can fit that in with school and work, but I'm going to try.
Photos soon to come for both projects.
Soon. to. come. (I know, Jayne, but how else are you going to read it like I mean it?)
I think it's official. I need a creative outlet. Blogging is serving that need. I don't think I can get on to school stuff (which, being a Graphic Design major, really should be a creative outlet in itself) without just 'letting it out'. What is it? I don't know. But it's just going to help, ok?
OK:
Thanks to long-lost middle school pal Caitlyn for my first real haircut in over 5 years. Yes. I know. I won't bore you with the details, but it was bad. I think this is a good sign though. My new step was layers, so really the change isn't that drastic when you see me, but this means that there could be good things in the future. Coloring? And maybe actually doing it? Or maybe I really should just be comfortable with my wash-n-wear self. Caitlyn was. Thanks again for your help. It was great to catch up and make so many crazy connections.
While running through Smith's grocery for ground lamb and feta at midnight, I happened to walk down the seasonal isle. I LOVED IT. I don't know why I love Halloween so much but I do. For some reason, it reminds me of Ben. My best Halloween memories are with Ben. Including, our first date. I'm excited for Fall and sweaters and football games.
Aah, yes. Football games. Somewhere along my Visual Arts education, and probably because my boy was overseas, I lost a football-going gene. I come from a family of avid fans. And growing up in Provo, it was a part of my fun high school memories to go to the BYU football games. It's not that important within the walls of the Department of Visual Arts. And I have been that exemplar for years. But Ben knocked some sense back into me. Late in the summer, he proposed the All-Sports pass. It is our last year here. I agreed. I am determined to not let education get in the way of school. I'm going to the football games and I'm going to enjoy them.
Just like I enjoyed Saturday's game. Along with the rest of Mormónlandia. Go Coug's.
Another biggie: This week I (and my very helpful, always-willing family) made some business cards for these peeps. I made them on a 12x18 C&P letterpress, that is mine. It was voyage #2. If you didn't see maiden voyage, go talk to Ashley. She's in-part responsible for my baby being up and running. Almost one whole year later, when I was missing a BYU football game in order to move it. You try moving 2000 awkward pounds from SLC to Provo. It was hard.
But it was worth it. I'm excited to steadily move along and use Ms. Letterpress. But she needs a better name. Suggestions? I don't know how I can fit that in with school and work, but I'm going to try.
Photos soon to come for both projects.
Soon. to. come. (I know, Jayne, but how else are you going to read it like I mean it?)
Typophile Film Festival 5 Opening Titles from Brent Barson on Vimeo.
Finally, on the subject of creative outlets and graphic design, this is a product of the pure love of typography. Over the summer, I was luckily invited to spend time on a project headed by one of our teachers. We created an opening credits/intro video for the Typophile Film Festival. This is year FIVE for them, so we based the video off the FIVE senses. We were given some typefaces to work with and took on the challenge to create everything--as much as we could WITHOUT the computer. So type was made of plastic, wood, clay, metal, incense, Jell-O, squash, potatoes, ham, etc. and we moved it around with mostly stop-motion. I wish I could sit with you as you watch and tell you all that went into everything, and what I hot-glued together, and the starring role of my Kool-aid-style pitcher, and my hands. (My hands got the part because I am brown, and diversity was preferred.)03 September 2009
WRITING
Like a typewriter I'm just going to write because that's what this blog is for me.* A place to write & document (with photos, when the time permits); especially when it's not happening by way of journal or photo album.
Sad. But true.
FOR THE RECORD:
A Favorite: Typing away while Loved One naps beside me. But not just beside me, but touching me with his whole backside. I like the connection.
Last Sunday: In the dark I was with Loved One as he pulled to the side of the road beneath some Rain Trees to collect their pods. Branches and bunches of pods to include in the next morning's floral arrangement. Smart of him and oh-so fun.
This week: School. I was dreading it. All I could remember was the no time for anything else, the spreading myself thin, the feeling guilty for pausing to enjoy something other than homework. But this week I'm feeling all the good: the excitement of learning, the camaraderie within my class. (15 of us, all together - for 3 classes in a row that last all day long. Not to mention my English class--which takes me back to my days of typical lectures - but feeling so intrigued by the rhetorical questions and loving the exploration of the class discussion. And, loving writing. I'm glad I love writing.
The scooter: Like an ignorant disgrace, I never let the world of this blog know about the new addition to our family. Sorry. There will be an entire post on its birth and childhood (this summer), but the scooter is now in its prime-of-life now that it serves as our campus shuttle. Ben recently said with such emotion (when Ben shows emotion, it means something): "Can I just tell you how great it is to have a scooter!?" It's true. "You can do whatever you want!" Like go home for lunch if you want because you know you don't have to use the time of walking up to the car, driving home, driving back, parking and walking back down to campus. Or zoom past the big line waiting for pedestrians to turn left within the 8am parking lot. But, we need helmets. Shall we ask for donations?
Moneys: There are a few big things that have stripped us from funds. Tuition for Ben is one thing. (Special thanks to Olivia for being Multicultural so she can have a scholarship) AND our dive into newlywed travel across the world to KOREA. Yes! Another topic deserving a post of its own! Over Thanksgiving, we are excited to join Kurt & Becky in their mission land. However, with the transition of school, Ben has quit Blade HQ and I'm earning part-time at the Knuskin. It's scary and new but I'm excited for this time of employing alternative ways to earn and ways to save. Ideas?
*So how lame that I can't get over analyzing the why of this blog. I brought it up a while ago. Maybe more than once. It was all after Ben insisted it was all a competition. Then I learned Brian Collins' purpose was that designers have blogs that they might improve their writing skills, which we often lack. Then Brent said it was imperative that everyone have some sort of presence on the World Wide Interweb. (These are not direct quotes). But I like what all of you shared too. There are many different reasons, though I was looking for one universal reason why everyone should have a blog. I may still continue this, but for me, it is a journal. And for me, it has always been a shame that I write a journal if no one is to read it. That's why I'd gather my siblings as a 6th grader and read to them from my 1st grade life. Why write if it goes unread? Well I suppose writing is therapeutic for the writer sometimes... And yadda, yadda, yadda. Hmmm... maybe I smell a BFA topic.
Sad. But true.
FOR THE RECORD:
A Favorite: Typing away while Loved One naps beside me. But not just beside me, but touching me with his whole backside. I like the connection.
Last Sunday: In the dark I was with Loved One as he pulled to the side of the road beneath some Rain Trees to collect their pods. Branches and bunches of pods to include in the next morning's floral arrangement. Smart of him and oh-so fun.
This week: School. I was dreading it. All I could remember was the no time for anything else, the spreading myself thin, the feeling guilty for pausing to enjoy something other than homework. But this week I'm feeling all the good: the excitement of learning, the camaraderie within my class. (15 of us, all together - for 3 classes in a row that last all day long. Not to mention my English class--which takes me back to my days of typical lectures - but feeling so intrigued by the rhetorical questions and loving the exploration of the class discussion. And, loving writing. I'm glad I love writing.
The scooter: Like an ignorant disgrace, I never let the world of this blog know about the new addition to our family. Sorry. There will be an entire post on its birth and childhood (this summer), but the scooter is now in its prime-of-life now that it serves as our campus shuttle. Ben recently said with such emotion (when Ben shows emotion, it means something): "Can I just tell you how great it is to have a scooter!?" It's true. "You can do whatever you want!" Like go home for lunch if you want because you know you don't have to use the time of walking up to the car, driving home, driving back, parking and walking back down to campus. Or zoom past the big line waiting for pedestrians to turn left within the 8am parking lot. But, we need helmets. Shall we ask for donations?
Moneys: There are a few big things that have stripped us from funds. Tuition for Ben is one thing. (Special thanks to Olivia for being Multicultural so she can have a scholarship) AND our dive into newlywed travel across the world to KOREA. Yes! Another topic deserving a post of its own! Over Thanksgiving, we are excited to join Kurt & Becky in their mission land. However, with the transition of school, Ben has quit Blade HQ and I'm earning part-time at the Knuskin. It's scary and new but I'm excited for this time of employing alternative ways to earn and ways to save. Ideas?
*So how lame that I can't get over analyzing the why of this blog. I brought it up a while ago. Maybe more than once. It was all after Ben insisted it was all a competition. Then I learned Brian Collins' purpose was that designers have blogs that they might improve their writing skills, which we often lack. Then Brent said it was imperative that everyone have some sort of presence on the World Wide Interweb. (These are not direct quotes). But I like what all of you shared too. There are many different reasons, though I was looking for one universal reason why everyone should have a blog. I may still continue this, but for me, it is a journal. And for me, it has always been a shame that I write a journal if no one is to read it. That's why I'd gather my siblings as a 6th grader and read to them from my 1st grade life. Why write if it goes unread? Well I suppose writing is therapeutic for the writer sometimes... And yadda, yadda, yadda. Hmmm... maybe I smell a BFA topic.
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