
Senate Gardens
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Please keep in mind that this post is more than 6 years old. Who the hell knows what I was thinking back then?! Damn kids... get off my lawn!
Please keep in mind that this post is more than 6 years old. Who the hell knows what I was thinking back then?! Damn kids... get off my lawn!
Please keep in mind that this post is more than 6 years old. Who the hell knows what I was thinking back then?! Damn kids... get off my lawn!
Please keep in mind that this post is more than 6 years old. Who the hell knows what I was thinking back then?! Damn kids... get off my lawn!
“Don’t fuck the vapid, damnit.” A sage piece of advice that everyone should be taught. It came from an ongoing essay by Kevin Smith, director of oh-so-many innappropriatly funny movies and Jersey Girl. The advice is funny, but the essay is actually interesting. His friend, in the movies and in life, Jason Mewes, is well known for his drug problems. But Kevin Smith is in the midst of a so-far 6 part essay on Mewes’ conflict with drugs. The story itself is sad and touching, but the writing is amazing. It’s not easy to write an engaging and interesting account of an addict’s fight with their demons.
I need to start a list of quotes somewhere.
Beware the approaching vent. May only be legible to designers and geeks:
The saying goes, that a little knowledge is a dangerous thing. This week, I again had it confirmed that this sentiment applies nowhere better than in graphic design. Many is a client who’s tempted to try creating artwork on their own, wether because they’re a control freak, or they believe it will save them money. But it usually just ends up making me money. This week’s client is a semi-regular, who sends me their “finished” artwork to make it print-ready. The process reminds me a great deal of decorating the christmas tree when we were little. After spending hours with my sister and I spreading decorations on the reachable bottom 3 feet of tree, my mother would remove everything and spread it throughout the full length of the tree after we went to sleep. We were happy. My mother was happy. And I keep my clients happy. Remove every photo, convert them to a usable resolution, and change them to a printable color space. Correct, well, … every single bit of punctuation in the document. (Come to think of it, in 14 years of English classes, we never were taught the difference between a hyphen and a m-dash). Really… stop writing your annual report text in an email program or raw text editor. The world is already over-run by inappropriate apostrophes and quotation marks. Change your spot colors to process colors, and vice-versa. Switch to the professional version of your MS fonts. Add a bleed… everywhere. And move the text away from the edges of the page. (If you ever wanna see that vein throb in the forehead of your print rep, try putting a 8pt. rule around the outer edge of your page or bleeding off some 10pt. type from the bottom of the page.) Take the 15 text boxes you used to create your donor list, and convert them to 1 box, (columns, baby, columns), so that I can change the spacing on about 2 lines. Remove the hand indents you inserted in all 250 lines and use 1 simple command to do the same thing. Swap your soft-returns and your hard-returns, (Wow… that sounds awfully suggestive), so that the now-singular list can be formatted with a paragraph style. Remove all the double spaces you put in-between sentences because an English professor who studied in the dark ages once told you that it was proper. Convert your (oh my god I can’t believe you had the patience) dotted lines made of hand-typed periods to a simple filled tab.
On and on and on. I’m not talking artistic quality. I’m just talking process and procedure. The sheer amount of time you can see they had to spend to get the document to look the way it did is amazing. And it’s sad, when if they knew the tools they had, it woud take a quarter of the time and an eighth of the effort. There really is a reason that a single page layout program costs three to four times as much as a copy of Microsoft Word.*
*Okay… admittedly, I’ve yet to meet anyone… anyone… who properly uses all the features of even Word. I figured out a few years back that I had recieved and cleaned up, at that point, approximatly 10,000 Word documents. And in all that time, and all the time since, I have never recieved a Word document that was in perfect condition, ready-to-import. If I ever do, I think I’ll marry that person and have super-babies. Although as I get older, I am more likely to just accept someone who knows how to set a tab-stop.
Okay… no more funny. Serious design bother now:
I’ll say up front that I’m picking on no one in particular. It comes around from many, many people. And I myself have been guilty of it at one point. But I really get the urge to pummel people with a t-square who say that graphic design is the process of making things look pretty. Yes, the word used is always “pretty”.
Graphic Design is as much about making things look pretty as carpentry is about cutting pieces of wood, or computer programming is about using clean coding, or writing is about filling a column. Take me. I’m a semi-sucessful graphic designer. But I’m fairly bad as a fine artist.
From strictly the design portion of the job description, the goal is to convey a message clearly. (Or rarely, to obscure a message). That means taking into account the people doing the receiving. How they’re receiving. Where they’re recieving. What you want them to do after they’re done receiving. You take into account a huge history of visual communications. You account for cultural traits and mores. You’re job is to manipulate peoples impressions.
And if you perform as a more full-service designer, those things are actually a small part of your job. You may also coordinate with people supplying resources and ideas, and people producing tangible materials. You deal with design concerns versus technical capabilities versus political realities. (The Dali Lama always goes on top). You organize multiple jobs at once, and meet everyone’s schedule.
And like any service-industry job, you have to learn to communicate. Not only do you have to keep the right people informed, but you have to know how best to communicate to each and every individual person. Some people thrive on bullet points. Some need detailed answers. Some people want to control every interaction, while others just want to be kept in the loop. Until you’re President of the United States, you can’t get away with saying “this is who I am, you need to learn to communicate my way”.
Do designers make pretty things? Sure. But think back to whatever psychology you’ve studied. Think about what goes into the human concept of “attractive”.
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Never ask me if I’m busy. It’s a stupid question. The only time you can definitively answer it, is if you’re so busy just contemplating the question is making you late. Tell me what you need and then ask me if I have time.
If you’re working in the Washington, DC area, don’t use ionic columns in your logos. The icon has been used to such great extent that it’s become meaningless. There are better ways to represent patriotism, government, or democracy. And if you’re looking to represent this area in particular, DC has a much richer history than just some impersonal architecture.
Was listening to Pandora today. Caught a Johnny Cash song I didn’t recognize: 25 Minutes To Go. A little different, but I like it. Been listening to some of his older stuff since seeing Walk the Line.
Cherry Blossom Festival starts this weekend. Given the nasty weather lately, I wonder how the blossoms are doing.
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I am … sooooo lazy.
Okay, not really. Last week I was bogged down with more work than I could handle. So when I wasn’t at the computer, I was doing something to actively relax. But you get the idea.
I just say I’m lazy because ever since I found out someone was organizing a group trip to various museums this weekend, I was going to write up all the exhibits I’d been to recently. I wasn’t invited to the trip, but I could at least subject people to my opinion. (What else is the internet for?)
I have since completely forgotten what show’s I’ve been to. I know there was a trip to the National Gallery of Art. It was opening weekend of the Cézanne in Provence exhibit. Not opening day, though, thank gawd. They had velvet ropes lined up halfway across the museum, waiting to enter the show. By the time I got there, it was just a five minute wait. I couldn’t have identified Cézanne’s works before the show. Sure I knew the name, but he somehow never came up in any of my art history courses. But I was actually really impressed with the work. From the earliest point in his career, Cézanne was apparently capable of producing beautiful, realistic works. But he spent his whole life experimenting. His style shifts through three or four major genres of painting, none of which had even been ‘invented’ yet. Some of the in-between times, they have the looks of someone still refining their stuff. But then I’d turn the corner, and there’d be this incredible piece hanging there, and you could suddenly see he “got it”.
I think I passed through the Audubon show while I was there, too. Lots of pencil drawing of birds, like something out of a naturalists book. But it really just bored the snot out of me. No variation. No style. Just academic representations of birds.
I’ve found the new best way to get into East Building, as well. Going through the front door only leaves you at the mercy of security guards with serious control issues. I’ve never gotten past them without wanting to shove their batons somewhere uncomfortable. But the main building guards, apparently more secure in their manhood, won’t ruin the visit for you. And from there, there’s an unguarded tunnel running between the buildings. It’s almost worth going down there to see the underside of the fountain.
I went to the Dada exhibit as well. But it didn’t impress me as much. Dada is less art than movement. More about what you say than how you say it. It’s everything Andy Warhol did, without the refinement. (Of course, Warhol had the Dadaists to build on). I can appreciate the radical change in culture they were responding to. And it’s a perfectly logical response. But there’s not so much things to go there and see, as a time period to immerse yourself in.
Went to the Museum of American History the following week. Most interesting were the exhibits on America at war, (even if it was a bit overly patriotic), and the American Presidency exhibit. Some of their regular exhibits are great, as well. But the museum, of all the Smithsonian complexes, seems the least coherent. With a mandate to cover over 200 years of one of the most diverse geographies and peoples, they don’t have a strong enough central vision. Old exhibits tend to age poorly, with their presentation quickly dating and their materials never updated, until their finally pushed into a corner and shut down for renovation. And with the lack of any distinct navigation, the whole place tends to leave me feeling disconcerted and depressed. So I only go for exhibits that really interest me.
Couple shows coming up that I want to see. Was going to go to the Corcoran today, but I got started way to late, and didn’t want to be rushed. (And I didn’t find out until this evening that they don’t open on Monday or Tuesdays.) all three of their current exhibitions look good. There’s also the Grant Wood exhibit at the Renwick through July 16.
As usual, I have more to say. Something Sarah said in a recent email. But I’m starting to yawn more and more. Maybe tomorrow.
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Went to see Walk the Line tonight, with Shannon, Ash, et co. Joaquin Phoenix really did an amazing job of mimicking Johnny Cash, right down to the smallest nuance.
Random fact: Once of the songs used in the movie, Dark was the Night, by Blind Willie Johnson, was one of the recordings included on the Voyager spacecraft.
Some of the story line was kind of getting to me though. Not literally, so much as relatively, in how it compares to my own life. Most of the time, lately, there’s been something just on the edge of perception that’s bugged me. Left me feeling slightly queasy. It makes it hard to work; hard to concentrate. I can still pound out the non-creative work with no trouble. But I can’t focus on the important stuff. And I haven’t done any personal artwork in a while.
The artwork, I can just find some time and do. And once I “do”, I’ll feel considerably better. The rest of it is a combination of things. Some of it is not doing the bigger things I know I should do, especially related to my business. The day-to-day is a hard thing to see past. And some of my problems are caused by several ruts I find myself in. And for both situations, the best way for me to react is a cold turkey change. I have to break my daily routines, and live with what’s best instead of what’s most comfortable. Comfort does nothing for me, but accomplishment gives me… ‘warm fuzzies,’ as that shrink said back when I was… 2… 3?
The only problem is that all those thoughts come in the middle of a movie out in the suburbs. And when I say “a sudden drastic change”, I mean sudden. While the movie was great, and there was no way I would walk out on it, every fiber of my being was telling me to get back home and change something.
Wow… I’m being… like… meaningful, and shit.
God I could go for some chocolate.
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Please keep in mind that this post is more than 6 years old. Who the hell knows what I was thinking back then?! Damn kids... get off my lawn!
Please keep in mind that this post is more than 6 years old. Who the hell knows what I was thinking back then?! Damn kids... get off my lawn!
Please keep in mind that this post is more than 6 years old. Who the hell knows what I was thinking back then?! Damn kids... get off my lawn!
Please keep in mind that this post is more than 6 years old. Who the hell knows what I was thinking back then?! Damn kids... get off my lawn!
Tomorrow, what is left of the-company-I-formerly-worked-for will undergo what is likely to be one of it’s last transformations. They’re shedding their office in downtown DC, and the boss and his one remaining employee will work from home. Life was never full of peaches and cream there, but this last year has seen a slow, morbid, circling of the drain, with three employees quitting and another departing for a permanent maternity leave. Previous years had seen people come and go, (over 30 at last count), but this year was all about the go, and not so much the come.
Whether you look at it as failure, or as a drastic scaling back, or just an unwanted change, it’s severe. But in order to fail — in order to go out with a bang — you had to try something in the first place. When you’re bogged down in the day to day drama, that’s the hard part to remember. Someone had an idea, or a desire, and did something about it. And if you fail? Well, you already know what it takes to start again. And this time, you’re that much better educated. People who try and fail will always have my respect. There’s a world of difference between those who plot and plan, and those who try and do.
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I just finished reading Denial and Deception: An Insider’s View of the CIA from Iran-Contra to 9/11 by Melissa Boyle Mahle. The title, as with most non-fiction, is a bit inflammatory, but the book itself is fairly good. It’s a fairly level-headed telling of the intelligence service culture, from an insider’s point of view. And the book is mainly about the culture. While some major missions and events are discussed, they’re most used to describe their effect on the atmosphere of the intelligence service.
I’d be willing to bet she was the actual author, and possibly editor, of this piece, because any ghost writer would surely be a better wordsmith. The language is dry and text-bookish. But it’s always accessible. While she has generally remains calm and objective, she does have her fair share of axes to grind, (feminism, a nearly pathological hatred of President Clinton. There are numerous grammar and spelling errors in my edition. And she doesn’t seem able to step back and view her insider’s knowledge from an outsider’s perspective.
Overall, the most instructive part for me was the background on so many modern events. She builds logical, if not necessarily agreeable, cases for actions like the invasion of Afghanistan. While the actual actions of Sept 11, 2001 are not discussed in details, the whole book discusses the growth and unexpected nature of Al’Qaeda. And she quickly dismisses Iraq as a complete cock-up on the part of both the intelligence services and the government.
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A new week, a new website layout. A little something simpler, and cleaner. Done on a whim and a bit of inspiration. Fuck off the navigation until it’s needed, and let me see what I’m there to see. And by God, it’s even working in Lynx.
I did just survive a rather traumatic experience. My baby was sent away again. In the middle of some serious alien slaughtering, my poor laptop up and died. Well, the video system, anyway. It’s not like a designer needs to be able to see what they’re working on. But with a little fixing up of a temporary backup, and a lot of love from AppleCare, all is right in the world again. Seriously. There were many times I wished to write last week. But I couldn’t bring myself to sit at the desktop machine and type something meaningful. Deep thought seems to be reserved for the couch.
This was an incredibly unproductive weekend. I feel so lazy. Some movies. Some cleaning. A few drawings. Finally framed a woodcut I’ve had sitting around my apartment for six months. And something’s got my stomach in knots. I don’t know if it’s something causing problems, or just the lack of sufficient opportunity to release.
Just a quickie, I guess, tonight. Must sleep now, or tomorrow will be useless.
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There are really times that I hate the world. Being mugged on my doorstep. Having some punk-ass fool threaten me when I go to the mailbox. Have people try to slam the door in my face while shopping, and then laugh. I hate the idea that I have to be on guard against other people’s pointless maliciousness; on a regular basis. The act, or threat, itself is not the problem, so much as the inability to do anything productive about it during or afterwards. It’s powerlessness. Not in the sense of weakness, but in the sense that there is no action you can or could take that would make a good outcome. And I don’t handle frustration particularly well.
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Mac mini enthusiasts have been looking for a way to get dual displays working with their computer for the last year. Well, we have some good news to report! Aniel of Firefall Pro has posted some pictures and information about his Mac mini setup with dual displays. He’s using Matrox’s new DualHead2Go video solution to split the signal between two 17″ Westinghouse LCDs and extend the desktop.
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Audrey Tautou, of Amelie fame, is going to star in the movie version of The DaVinci Code.
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