Present Joys

“We thank the Lord of heaven and earth
who hath preserved us from our birth
for present joys, for blessings past,
and for the hope of heaven at last.”

What I did this week (7 sep 2012)

  • Had Labor Day off. Spent the day on homework and knitting.
  • Spent most of tuesday morning’s ad class brainstorming words.
  • Had very laid-back time in Felton’s copywriting class during lunch. Watched tv ads by Levi’s, P&G, Apple, and Volvo.
  • Cut a little keychain out of brass in my jewelry class. Broke a lot of saw blades in the process.
  • Got to school late on thursday because of a nearby stabbing which I only learned about later. It was a pretty good excuse for being tardy, I guess.
  • Spent all of thursday’s ad class talking with my table and loafing around and knitting. Burleigh was doing individual meetings with the whole class and didn’t get around to me. That’s the way the cookie crumbles.
  • Ran into Ann Shifflet, my old art history teacher, and got a chance to chat! That was lots of fun.
  • Cut a bunch of little squares of copper. We’re going to weld next tuesday.
  • Got to visit a top-secret closet in Battelle Hall where my teacher demonstrated the polishing machine to us.

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Some doodles of people and things in my Graphic Novel Lit class.

Also, I got coffee at Cafe Brioso and saw John Malta. I kept seeing that dude all weekend. He came to our school and talked a bit about the work he’s doing. He was berated a few times by a couple CCAD professors, urging him to change his style. He never did, he just kept working hard, and now he works for the New York Times and Vice magazine. Awesome.

Also, yes. That is Nigel.

Dorian was sketching me and I had no idea he was doing it! I think the adequately emphasized the pointiness of my chin. Also: the drawing directly below mine is of our Graphic Novel Lit teacher and it is an uncannily good depiction.

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Sometimes Jason thinks I need help with my ball of yarn. I don’t really, ever.

My own feeling is that writers who see by the light of their Christian faith will have, in these times, the sharpest eyes for the grotesque, for the perverse, and for the unacceptable.
Flannery O’Connor (via dailyflanneryoc)
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Look at the flattering, sensible, inoffensive proportions of this suit. The 1930s are better than your favorite decade.

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