Wednesday, November 05, 2003
Sometimes, things on the Internet suck. This is not one of them. Just go see.
Funny because it is true.
If you are often on AIM, you have probably often seen my away messages pertaining to the fact that I have a digital art project on tap at the moment which is completely and utterly ruining my eyes. Computer art is bad that way. It is also bad because I have to use a trackpad, which is evil. I suppose I could go somewhere and buy a mouse, but I am forcing myself to learn to be completely comfortable with a trackpad. We are getting there. Whether we will get to the point of complete comfort or the point of carpal tunnel syndrome first remains to be seen.
image was here, but photohost died, sorry
Yesterday I went up to North Campus for my digital class. When I got there I was greeted by a sign on the door saying to go back home, because the teacher was sick. Sigh. So, back on the bus, back to the dorm for a couple of hours. Then I headed back up to North Campus again, for my art history lecture. Got there, and was informed by the huge crowd of kids at the busstop on North Campus that the art history teacher was sick. No class. So I had to turn around and get back on the next bus south.
Do you have any idea how extremely evil and annoying that is? You do not. Which, of course, is why I am telling you.
In my vast, frothing joy over the Lions victory on Sunday, I got myself a Joey Harrington (the quarterback, for all you contemptible nonLionsfan folk out there) jersey. Loverly piece of apparel, that. All brand-new design and black and white and silver trim, and other such goodness. It got here in two days, which confused me, since I had gotten the cheapest ground delivery possible. Then I realized that I'm in Ann Arbor, and it was coming from Detroit. Thusly, swiftness of delivery. I sometimes forget these things.
Hm. Not much else in the way of occurences today. Chem lecture, which I was actually pretty wakeful for. Then I ran some errands, which involved stopping at the UPS place, and getting a peppermint mocha from Starbucks. It was scrumptious. Then I lunched next door in Stockwell with the hall, which is what always happens. We've gotten it down to a science of dorm lunching. Except that, sometimes, if it's raining, we'll eat in our own dear MoJo. We try to avoid it, though, since the food is better next door.
Then I got dressed up (i.e. put on nice pants) and went up North to present my candified fruit project, which I could not think of a title for until the very last minute, when I decided to be lame and angsty and call it 'Preferable'. Sigh. Oh well. It was well-received, or at least, seemingly so. Good enough for me.
Some people had insanely good projects. Paul's was all about, if world hunger got bad enough, using human corpses as foodstuffs (à la Soylent Green). The class was split on it, with about half loving it, and half being freaked out by it. Those who had a sense of irony and those who didn't, in other words. I thought it was absolutely hilarious. Because it was.
Helena's was about Monsieur le President Bush keeping food from Africa, which, you know, is very typical arteest, but her presentation was cool. It was a giant painting of Bush (which was quite good) with a (real) plate full of Kashi jammed in his mouth. Very well done, I enjoyed.
Thomàs did his with a map and little characters and a conveyor belt with cookies on it showing the economic disparity between Detroit and Farmington Hills (very affluent, apparently). It was very good, very pointed. Made a lot of people uncomfortable, but I liked it.
The best, by far, in the entire class, was Joe's. He made a giant architectural-looking fruit arrangement, with artfully cut and arranged pineapples, grapefruits, oranges, apples, coconuts, lemons, watermelons and grapes. In the middle of it, under a pineapple cap, he had somehow set up a freaking fountain, so that water seemed to sprout out of the pineapple and cascade down over everything else. Damn those art/engineer doublemajors. It looked exactly like one of those enormous, elaborate creations that appear in hotels for Bar Mitzvahs and the like. His point was 'Fruit is beautiful. So I made a beautiful thing out of fruit.' After everyone else's highly angst-ridden projects, it was refreshing. In short, he impressed the hell out of everyone, and I have a picture but it's on my film camera so you'll just have to wait until I finish the roll.
On the plus side of that, I finally figured out how to work my scanner! (Thank you Ren, for telling me what I was and wasn't doing) So now I can scan in things I done drawn. Not that you want to see them anyways, but at least now the possibility exists. Huzzah for my Epson. It has much more of a sense of where it is than Woodrow does. I ought to name it. It's the CX52000, so Adam said I should call it Kicks (CX5), but that is dumb. Suggestions, anyone?
Oh, that ought to hold you crazy readerfolk until I decide to blog again. Looking it over, I seem to have used a rather lot of italics in this one. I am all filled with emphasis today. You adore it.