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The Calm Before…

August 6, 2012

A couple months ago hubs and I woke up, walked into our living room and realized we didn’t like it. It was carefully put together, but we had stopped halfway. There were still elements we didn’t like, that didn’t fit. We made a list of all the little things that still needed done to create the mid century (ish), minimalist space we wanted.

We searched all over town that day for our dream rug — something big and white and textured. We couldn’t afford what we wanted, so we did what everyone our age does — looked it up at IKEA! They had just the one, and we had friends going the following weekend! We placed our “order” and waited impatiently.

The next weekend we were busy, and so missed the bewildered phone call from our friends. Turns out if you are going to order a crazy rug via friends, it’s a good idea to warn them that you know it’s a little crazy. Our friends spent the whole trip back wondering if we really truly wanted a polar bear in our living room, and if they were bad friends for not leaving it in the store! I couldn’t be happier with my rug, but I forget not everyone has my tastes!

So here is our mid century minimal-ish living room in progress. There are still a lot of things on our list, but I simply love this space. I photographed it as is, lived in.

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Where I Was

July 28, 2012

I was stuck in a meeting, which I couldn’t get out of. And the power went out and we were trapped on the 34th floor. And the telephone system blew too, amazingly enough.

Name that movie.

But seriously, this is where I’ve been for the last six months:

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Mario played hockey late last night. By the time he got home, I was asleep. I left him in bed when I got up for work this morning, and on the front seat of my car was this:

You can see how tired he was! So I got the best one, and I’m sorry that you have to find the next best man. He’s also one hell of a goalie, with a save percentage last night of 95.75%.

The Joy of Print

December 1, 2011

We all know that print is supposedly going extinct. We’ve been told this from all sides. e-content and e-readers are supposed to take over books and magazines, and soon. I for one, don’t believe it. I remember when we were all told that offices would soon go paperless. With email and internet, the reasoning went, nobody would bother to print anything out, write anything down or send paper memos anymore. I’m currently on break at my office desk. It is positively adrift in paper. legal pads with phone records, catalogs from publishers, to do lists, notepads and business cards. Maybe I’m odd, but I don’t think so. Every desk in the building looks like mine.

My point is, paper is not going anywhere. Why would it? I don’t care how slick your e-reader is (and I like e-readers fine), it’s just not as sexy as a new magazine, or a newspaper that smells of fresh ink.

This debate is particularly interesting to me as I gear up to launch a print only zine. I’m suddenly particularly sensitive and attentive to news of print and print only media. I thought I’d share three of these with you.

This the Little Printer. It’s a very interesting concept. You use an app to subscribe to content from foursquare to news or images, and set a time for it’s “delivery”. Then you can push the button on the Little Printer, and it will print out a recipe size slip with all your desired news and updates in a tiny, customized newspaper of sorts.

This is Atlas Quarterly. It’s an upcoming magazine about small designers in America. It’s print only. Tucked between the pages, subscribers will receive a bit of something tangible, maybe some old ephemera, or a bit of vintage lace. I’ve found it next to impossible to get any information on them from the web, aside from the Etsy article that introduced them to me. It’s somehow fitting that their website is useless for anything other than ordering a copy. Makes me want to get one, just because it contains stuff I can’t see unless I order it.

This should be familiar to just about everyone. This is the New Yorker’s subscription page. Looks like your options are print plus digital. No “or.” There seems to be a way to subscribe on a reader app, but I actually had a hard time finding it on the site. Bold move. I love it.

Long live print!

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The Madness

November 29, 2011

This is a long winded, text heavy, melodramatic post. There. You’ve been warned.

Most of you know that a year ago I was in a really bad car accident. I suffered a bad concussion and woke up in the ICU, but went home the next day and back to work a week later. Every week afterward for awhile, I would look back and think “wow, I really wasn’t back to 100% last week. I did some really weird things. Glad I’m ok this week.” Then of course the next week the cycle would repeat. Eventually it became a monthly ritual. Every month thinking last month was the end of the mental fog, the verbal scramble, and the lapses of common sense.

I’m not sure I’m back yet, since I still struggle verbally at times and I still do really quirky things. The funny thing is, I know I did some of these things before, but trying to sort out what is normal for me and what is not is challenging.

I used to have nights where I would have The Madness. If you’re a creative type, you know what I mean. It’s a bizarre mixture of intense creativity and intense psychological, emotional, and spiritual burning and longing. An artist’s ecstasy, of sorts. Since the concussion, I haven’t really had many of them. It’s like my creativity took a break to give my brain a chance to heal. Like many other “normal” things, I didn’t realize that I was missing that part of me.

Until it came back.

Sunday night I was alone at home while hubs played some late night hockey. I was feeling really overwhelmed with the zine plans, because I really don’t know what I’m doing. I know why I’m doing it, and that’s all. I’ve been doing what I always do — live in the why, leave the what to experience and trial and error. Sunday night that suddenly seemed so foolish. I was pretty low. I sat down and wrote God a letter, then I put on one of my favorite albums. Slowly, subtly, I felt it soaking into my emotions. The Madness. It seeped into my plans, drowned out the music, spilled into the sketchbook. The Madness was back. I felt brave again. I’ll make it up as I go along. I’ll embrace the adventure.

Later, when The Madness was fading again, I looked down at the letter to God in my sketchbook. I had written about not feeling the spark that I felt “real” artists must have. I wondered (again) about why I think I should make art at all. I had signed it “Knowing You Will Answer.” I think He did.

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I’m Still Here!

November 25, 2011

Yes, I’m still alive. I still sketch in the big sketchbook. I even still have plenty of things to say. I’m just trying to finish up my full time job so I can transition into part time. I have all sorts of adventures planned for the New Year, and hope you all will join me in the fun.

Meanwhile, I sat down at my worktable this morning and worked on the logo for the zine, which I’ll convert to vector and all that design-y jazz on Monday.

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Thanks for your understanding, your patience, and your support!

Clementines

October 14, 2011