If Larry Busbea can condense Adolf Loos’s essay “Ornament and Crime” to “Everyone who likes decorations is a sissy-baby,” then I can make my design history essay’s outline look like this:
Rise of Industrial Revolution
Eminem (Marx + Morris)
Loos bein’ a hater.
Normally in class I take wonderfully helpful notes. I didn’t sleep last night, so today I just took wonderful notes.
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Secession building, 1898, Olbrich
“Ver Sacrum” rights of spring. Name of their joural
Produced like Kemscott press model (Karen) of normal flesh
Ver Sacrum
Meant to be an art object, and it deflated in NY twice
Hoffmeann and Mose wanted you to regard the fork as a iece of art
Germany
Henry van de velde
Eptiomy of Art Nourveau magazines.
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Interpretations:
>>Produced like Kemscott press model (Karen) of normal flesh
Means: Kelmscott Press model> printing press > Karen Zimmerman let me use a printing press > models have normal flesh (?)
>> Meant to be an art object, and it deflated in NY twice
Means: Deflated twice> a reference to this work by Claes Oldenberg that was vandalized. The piece inflated and deflated, and the twice refers to the the pre-vandalism and post-reconstructed forms.
I love involuntary typing. I wish that I could type up my dreams as I dreamt them, outside of class.
Every time I think of something I want to do, I put it off until summer. Sixteen weeks away.
Things I did today:
Researched and took notes on banks’ websites at my internship.
Went to classes.
Thought it was neat that I know everyone in my classes.
Read about typographic history in “Graphic Design: A New History”.
Said hello to my roommate.
Chatted with Adam.
Ate potato salad, coleslaw, and fries at a BBQ joint, with friends.
Today wasn’t as difficult as I thought it would be.
With fall semester coming to a close, the weather is cooling down, and I’m trying to empty out my pantry before I leave the house for a month.
I like it when foods match the season. Acorn squash, carrots, roma tomatoes and garlic, drizzled with olive oil, sprinkled with salt and pepper, then oven-roasted for 35 minutes fit the seasonal taste requirements. I ate them with a dollop of tomato sauce on top. Mmm…
Andrew: Our job is so awesome!
John: Dude, no it’s not.
A: We get to goof off all day long! We don’t actually have to work!
J: Dude, our job sucks.
A: Wait, what are you talking about?
J: Our job.
A: Our job is so awesome!
1: Alisa! You have so much stuff to do, and you’re doing what?? Doodling in your sketchbook?
2: I am trying to decide on a hairstyle, thank you.
1: You could at least be doodling a part of the newspaper that you’re redesigning.
2: Look at my to-do list! I’ve accomplished a lot today. Besides, a haircut is necessary.
1: A job is necessary.
2: I’ve got it covered.
1: Where?
2: In my head.
1: So basically, it doesn’t exist, and you’re doodling hair.
2: Yes.
I hate arguing with myself.
So today as I was coming out of the Arizona Student Media office where I work, I saw an old friend and his roommate walking closer to my office building. I haven’t spoken to this friend in such a long time, since last year sometime, and he has never hurt me in any way, but for some reason I had this huge urge to duck for cover, and then run away.
So anyways, I was walking out of my office, and I spotted this friend’s roommate first. His roommate always has this goofy, crazy, mad scientist look in his eyes, and you can pick him out from a mile away. I literally did a one-two step backwards and whispered to myself, “No. no. nononononono.” I spun on my heels and jammed my fingers at the keypad to get back into the building, where it was safe from uncomfortable situations and full of things that are nice and predictable like Mac computers, gay guys, and every edition of the AP Stylebook since 1980.
“Hey girlfriend, didn’t I just see you leave?”
“Yeah, well, I’m back. There were some people out there that I didn’t want to talk to, so I am avoiding an awkward situation.”
“Ooohmigosh. I KNOW how you feel. I TOTALLY feel like that at least once a day.”
“That’s good, I’m not alone.”
“Would you like to read an AP Stylebook to calm your nerves?”
“Yeah. Are you using that Mac?”
“Weeeeellll, I’m done now.”
“Okay good. Would you bring me the the 1994 edition of the book?”
School starts again tomorrow. I can’t believe that I’m starting on my second semester of college. I don’t feel like I’m a college student. I guess I had always imagined that it would be different somehow. I think that the media portrays college as something that is akin to Disneyland for big kids–fun all the time. And not only fun all the time, but the ONLY place on earth that you can have fun. I’m so disillusioned that sometimes I wonder if it’s possible to have fun once you grow up and get a real job.
At any rate, college is fun, but it’s not fun all the time. Just sometimes. It’s fun to look at all the different classes that are available, and imagine all the possibilities of the future. But it’s also been the most stressful time of my life. Now I understand why psychological problems start appearing once people hit the college age.
I’m hopeful and optimistic. This will be a good semester.
