Archive for December, 2010

[comix] Unicorns: Stabby When Angered

Posted in art, artists, comics on December 30, 2010 by Samuel John Klein Portlandiensis
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Best not to have a monster eat a unicorn in a previous strip, as the artist of Mister Woodles did. Because if you did, a guest artist, sufficiently friendly to unicorns, might fill in one day and even the score:

Go hither to see. http://www.misterwoodles.com/comic.php?comic=52.

Unicorns: Stabby when angered!

Read Smellabell while you’re at it.

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[liff] A Video For Those Who Are Conflicted About Being On Facebook

Posted in Facebook, liff, This Modren World on December 25, 2010 by Samuel John Klein Portlandiensis
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I’m not the only person in the world, I’m sure, who, given all the news and FUD about Facebook, is more than a little conflicted about having an account there.

And Mark Zuckerberg as Time‘s Person of the Year? Heh. Can’t deny the man is a canny success, but all he did was provide us with a new way to pish our lives away on the computer. I did not need any help there – though I suppose teaching the populations of the less-developed countries how to do it might be considered something of an innovation.

To wit, this video. Done with a riff on Dylan’s “Subterranean Homesick Blues” video short, the video asks you to think, nothing more. It’s not a preach, it’s more of a warm, friendly rejoinder.

You know, the fellow might just have a point, there.

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[design] Words As Emphatic Punctuation

Posted in ad design, type design, typography on December 24, 2010 by Samuel John Klein Portlandiensis
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The Wife™ spotted this lovely ad latterly:

Look at the title and squint a little.

Squinting is a very useful tool in your visual arsenal, by the by. If you’re seeing what I’m trying to get you to see, you’ll understand exactly why.

The designer, in a very deft touch, has pressed the words THE MUSICAL into double-service. not only is it tucked in very efficiently, it makes the impression that it’s an exclaimation point. It’s not merely BILLY ELLIOT!, nor is it merely BILLY ELLIOT THE MUSICAL, it’s jointly and severally BILLY ELLIOT! THE MUSICAL, and this is done without using an actual exclamation point at all.

You register this even if you don’t see it. You, yourself, might not be much a designer, but your subconscious eye catches all, and deep down inside you register that maybe this is something energetic and exciting.

This is called painting with type, mah peoples. This is what the man meant when he said that.

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[vw] Sam and the Art of VW Maintenance: Running the Freeways and Highways

Posted in Sam and the Art of VW Maintainance, Vee Dub on December 24, 2010 by Samuel John Klein Portlandiensis
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There is a certain spark to driving a 72 VW Beetle from here to Salem.

Having been born in Silverton and growing up in Salem and points proximate, there is the taste of memory, a little bitter with irony. As in, crossing Silverton Road at Lancaster Drive in Salem, and realizing that, some years ago, I did the same thing only my late father was at the wheel, and remarking to The Wife™ for perhaps the twelfth time “On Silverton Road in a VW! Doesn’t that bring back the memories!”

Bill Trafton’s work stood us in its stead. The four-banger boxer engine, powering away, drove us without complaint and without a hassle from Home Base to Mom and Pop’s in Salem, and back again on the freeway.

Freeway driving was approached with no small bit of apprehension. But, as I learned to finesse the little rebuilt engine in the way it was wanting, it became second-nature.

Being a child who grew up during the 80s, 65 miles-per-hour is plenty fast enough anywho.

And, being a 1972-tech engine running on 2010 fuel (including biodiesel whether we want it or not), the fuel economy will be perhaps never what I want. But it closes on 20 mpg on the freeway, and I guess that’s okay for now – on an engine that will be dependable for a little while.

Must remember to check the oil level. This is to be a weekly thing, now.

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[liff] On Fugues And Interregna In Blog Posting on a Not-Terribly-Popular Blog

Posted in writing, ZehnKatzen, zeitgeist on December 24, 2010 by Samuel John Klein Portlandiensis
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First, almost as a self-abnegating reflex, is a dislclaimer. This is not, though it may appear, one of those self-absorbed “sorry I haven’t been posting for a while” posts, because there is nothing so amazingly arrogant – to me – than a post apologizing for not posting to a blog that hardly anybody reads.

If this chronicle has become anything, though, it’s kind of become a laboratory for my mind. I try to straight-jacket it into the, as it turns out, very fuzzy rubric of graphic design.

I am still trying to find steady work in graphic design, for what that’s worth. Anybody who’s been impressed by my verbiage, I do layout, can use Quark XPress and InDesign, Photoshop and Illustrator, and Dreamweaver; can write, and edit. Just sayin’. If you know any leads, do a brother a favor, thus-and-such, et-cet-er-AH.

The flat of it is, that I enjoy just the act of writing so very much that I really can’t stop, and I guess I find this as performance art that I just can’t quit doing. So, 20 days ago, more by accident than design, I stopped posting. And I’m looking at myself looking at what I’ve done, and letting everyone else see too, because, like I said, it’s performance art, even for me.

Sometimes, you don’t have a lot to say. I think the world would be a better place, or at least a not-so-worse place, if we didn’t feel we had to share everything with everyone all the time. So, for a few days, I turned off the flow.

My refuge became my dead-tree diary, and I would read and record my experiences into my environment. It’s hard to explain cogently, and sounds kind of corny, but sometimes I’ve felt, for the past few weeks, that I’ve taken everything in and projected it out into the world around me, and now I’m reading the echoes – like some sort of intellectual sonar.

I’ve gotten some interesting ideas out of it … I found some ideas flipped inside-out, and inverted, but not in that melodramatic way you sometimes hear of. There’s no eureka! or ZOMG! moments.

So this gets projected into the aether, and I don’t know how it will ping on back, but it will.

This was designed to make no sense … but only after the fact.

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