Monday, February 28, 2011
Picture time! - Dri
I'm really glad I went ^^
And, Moving on, I'm pretty excited for the possibility of a DC trip this spring break! I've really been wanting to go to the zoo. Not too much has been happening this week, and I apologize for the briefness of this post, but I really need to be studying for exams this week. I promise I'll be back to cool stuff for next time.
One last thing, JOHNNY YOU'RE AMAZING!!! Second in the State!! aawwweessooommmeee :D
Peace-out,
Dri
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Tutti nella famiglia
I have another Italian paper due tomorrow. I also watched an Italian movie yesterday, based on the story of Rita Atria (it was very good btw). As I always enjoy combating stereotypes, I initially thought I might endeavor to disabuse you all of a couple misconceptions about the Italian mafia. Upon second thought, however, I realized that talking about something as depressing as the mafia at 11:32pm at night when you are liable to question life in general is probably not the best of ideas. Seriously, late at night is not a good time for thinking about anything seriously. Especially life decisions. Unfortunately, this is also the time at which you feel most inclined to do so. I don't want to tell anyone what to do, but I would strongly suggest against endeavoring to figure out your life any time past 10 pm. Just save it for the next day.
So, what am I going to do in this post if I'm not going to talk about the mafia? Well, I'd first like to post a link to a video I re-discovered this past week that I think is quite brilliant. The video is of a talk by Nigerian author Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, whose first novel I read for a class last semester (It is called "Purple Hibiscus," and I really loved it). She is speaking at a conference hosted by TED (If you are unfamiliar with TED, may I strongly suggest you go here now?). It is a little long, so no pressure to watch it (though you will miss out if you don't!).
Secondly, I'd like to tell you all that if you ever feel the desire to read an Eliza Haywood novel, you should take whatever means necessary to put such an action completely out of your power. It is not worth it. All that every happens in them is a mix up of romantic letters and a lot of fainting. There, I've told you the plot of every single Haywood novel ever written. Now you have no need to labor through hundreds of pages of fluff to find out for yourself.
Thirdly, I'd like to observe that I'm having difficulty remembering exactly why I decided to be an English minor.
And lastly, I would like to wish you all a good night. Hope you all have a good beginning to the week. Don't do anything too crazy!
tvtb,
Ruth
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
I know this is a tough issue, and I'm not trying to point fingers, but I don't want to limit what I tell you guys because of how I fear you are going to take it. So, I am trying to put it on the table right now. Maybe it's not the most diplomatic thing to do, but I have to do something. I love you guys, and I'm not trying to accuse you, I'm just trying to let you know where I am coming from.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Enthusiasm and Time
This isn't meant to be disparaging, complaining, or even cynical. It is just the arc that most human endeavors follow. As the Koreans and Chinese would say: Dragon's head and snake's tail. Yes, I know that's not good English but it's good SinoKorean. (Yong du sa mi).
I guess my point is that most of life is not the flashiness of beginnings. It is simply continuing on in wise courses we have chosen, and making quite corrections when we find things on the wrong course. I'm enjoying the settled-down and comfortable progression of our blog and look forward to doing so for some time.
-dad
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
I'm Thinking Tuesday
But I have been thinking.
About people.
And walking past them.
Sounds strange, I'm sure, for many townies, but for students, you walk past lottts of people in hallways, on sidewalks.
In fact, I have a huge allegory concerning sidewalks. But that's for another time.
Yeahhhh....
I tend to think about what I'm doing when I do it. Like walking, staring at sidewalks, eating food, and so forth.
I've had discussions with various psychology experts (aka Joseph), and apparently I'm not the only one who wonders about this phenomenon.
So, I'm walking across the bridge over Emmet Street, on the right side of course, because we're American.
To my left,
In the opposite direction,
Comes a person.
Whatever kind of person you want to imagine.
There are a few conditions that can exist
and a few choices of what to do:
-Both of us have phones out, or some other diversion,we pass by completely ignoring each other besides ensuring that physics remains true (No two objects can occupy the same space at the same time)
-- I feel bad about completely ignoring the world around me
- One of us has a phone, book, etc, and so acts as though we both do. The second person, usually me, without any cool gadget, looks to the right as if a cool bird has just flown by, or straight forward as if I'm trying to catch a bunny that is 4 meters before me, and if I break eye contact, it'll get away.
-- Not much to say on this one.
- Neither of us have book, cell phone, etc, and we both look to the really cool bird that flew to our right, meanwhile ignoring the really cool bird the other person has seen to their right. Either that, or we are staring down that bunny we're trying to get to.
-- Not much better than the others.
- We do/n't have things to do, and we look up as we pass by.
-- I'm usually for this one.
Every now and then I know the person.
Then the question is if they recognize me.... :D
I'm not sure what to draw from this. Something to think about.
Silly thing about me: So, I went to get breakfast at 10:30
and was surprised to find the dining hall closed until 10:45.
And then I remembered: I was surprised about this last week....
And the week before that :D
Silly thing about someone else:
My physics professor seriously reminds me of an aged version of Thomas Church from "George of the Jungle"
Yeah. But turns out his name is Donald Day. So nope....
Love you all family, and I hope all is well. :D
Lemme know if its not
and we'll see if we can't fix that
Buenas nachos al mundo
Monday, February 21, 2011
Of Dancing, Napping, and Spinach/Artichoke dip - Dri
Sunday was spent in Recuperation mode --> napping
Today has been a really good day, the weather was an amazing 75 degrees, I had an excellent piano class, and I was in charge of the snack for FHE, for which I made spinach/artichoke dip. It turned out great(thanks for the recipe grandma mary!) I got a lot of compliments on it :)
Overall, It's been a pretty awesome weekend :D
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Your daily dose of psychobabble
For my post today I want to talk about a simple aspect of social psychology that I find particularly relevant in my interactions. The concept is something called the "fundamental attribution error." The FAE suggests that when judging another person, an individual is more likely to attribute behavior to generalized traits, but when explaining their own behavior, they are more likely to attribute it to environmental factors. An example might serve to clarify this further:
So, let's say I'm walking down the street, and I see a person hit a little kid in the head with their backpack as they pass. Were I to commit the FAE, I might assume that this individual was a mean person who didn't like kids. I would think: "Man, he/she is the kind of person who hits little kids in the head."
Now, same scenario, except this time I'm that person. I'm speeding along the sidewalk, heading to class and as I turn a corner, my huge backpack smacks some poor little munchkin in the side. As soon as I notice, I stop and check to make sure the kid is ok, apologizing profusely. Were I to commit the FAE, I might explain: "I'm so sorry! My bookbag is really big so I didn't see you behind it. I'm also a little late for class, so I was in a bit of a hurry. I didn't hurt you did I?"
In this example, I take one behavior committed by a stranger (hitting the kid in the head) and generalize it to his/her entire personality, without bothering to consider the conditions of the environment or other factors that contributed to the behavior (the sidewalk was crowded, he/she is much taller than the kid and just didn't see him, etc.). Conversely, in the situation where I hit the kid in the head, I explain away my behavior putting the blame completely on the situation, when I should have just been more careful where I swung my bag.
The FAE shows up in other ways as well. It implies that people are also more likely to attribute positive results to their own personalities/efforts (that cake was delicious = I'm such a good cook) and negative results to the other factors (that cake was disgusting = that must have been a bad recipe).
One of the things I find most fascinating about fundamental attributions errors is the way they illustrate how people never allow others the same level of complexity they allow themselves. When you think about how complicated and crazy each of our lives are, it only makes sense to realize that everyone else's life has just as many problems and conditions, just as many extenuating circumstances. It's certainly hard, perhaps impossible, to be always aware of the ways in which others have the same depth of thoughts, emotions, and reactions as you. But whether it's impossible or not, it's certainly possible to keep this in mind when dealing with others, and to give them the benefit of the doubt.
I'm sorry if this post didn't make much sense (Especially with all the ambiguous, general pronouns...). I hope at least the fundamental attribution error description was clear enough to understand. In case it wasn't, I'm posting a link that does a better job of it (here: A Note on Human Behavior). Love you guys!
tvtb,
Ruth
Saturday, February 19, 2011
ZOMBIES
We're uploading videos, but the current upload time remaining is listed at 558 minutes... so an updated version of this post will take a while to say the least.
Regional Wrestling Tournament today. Johnny came home and crashed. If he comes to and edits this great, but if not here's the basic update while we wait for video to upload -Dad
Johnny- Yeah im sleepy...... im in zombie mode...and im freezing....for some reason we are out of propane....so i am wearing two pj pants, two shirts and hoodie....and i need a shower...but we have no warm water.... i dont feel any different from thursday. im still just as tired and smelly.... i want a warm bath... but i dont think im getting one tonight..... (15 minutes later) crap......cold showers stink. Good gosh im freezing!! and now im awake!!! Grrrrr.
Well seeing I'm awake I will show you a little of the Regional Tournament.
It was a two day tournament at Piedmont, 3 hour drive. The first night I had two matches. The first match I had a bye, the second match i won in 39 seconds. We got up at 6am Saturday and wrestling started about 8:30. I didn't have to wrestling until about 11. The guy was good on his feet. I won that match, 11-5. Then I didn't have to wrestle until the championship match around 5 or so. I pinned my guy in the second period. Yay imma regional champion! whoohooo... i still dont feel any different :P
Love you ALLL!
-Johnny
Friday, February 18, 2011
Hurried things of text
A strange force of nature seems to be waylaying me at the library on Friday evenings. I was not even going to work today, according to my plans since Monday. I had requested and received today off in order to take care of some planned activities, and so was planning on making a nice video entry for you all to see and enjoy.
This did not happen.
After concluding my business around 4:30 pm, I got home and noticed that a co-worker had sent out an email requesting help. He was sick, and needed someone to take over his shift. Since I had finished most of what I needed to do,I told him I could pick his hours up.
So from 5 to 6 I ran a few miles (I need to tell my body it's time to get in gear and learn to do some long distance running. I guess being a little low on blood doesn't help. The bloodmobile was here the other week.)
After that, I showered and came to work. Then I start going through my to-do list and homework, and I start working on this blog post, when I see one of the internships on my list is really really promising and would be a great opportunity for me to work and do research over the summer here at Charlottesville.
So I started filling out the application, and sending a letter asking for my excellent TA from last semester to be a reference. I spoke to my boss here at the library and got his permission. I also started scoping out a place to live.
Don't worry, I hadn't forgotten you all. I left an hour to write my post.
You guessed it. Something else happened.
But it was something cool!
a friend came by and we talked about religion and god, and it was a very thought provoking and interesting discussion. (It's friday night, no one is here checking books out, so the discussion was uninterrupted)
But now it's 11:55.
Thanks for being forgiving and patient in advance!
Love Joseph
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Thursday
Olivia also sprained her ankle. We were goofing off on the way to Harris Teeter and she tripped. It was pretty bad. The Guilford nurse (the health center has really inconvenient hours, 9-4, and is at the edge of campus) thought it might be a hairline fracture and so Olivia got it x-rayed. It's just a pretty bad sprain.
This weekend I am going to the Outer Banks! It's the ornithology field trip and I am excited.
I've submitted my abstract for the Guilford Undergraduate Symposium, in which next Friday a partner and I will explain our chemistry research last year.
I also have a cold sore, which sucks.
I got my voice recorder.
I am now an editor for the Greenleaf Review now!
With that list of what's happened this week there's now background for what I am going to say:
I am tired.
And my article comes out tomorrow!
I've been reading Walden recently, and it is interesting. Thoreau doesn't have the easiest style of writing, so it's slow going.
I've realized what I am currently describing myself as: religious environmentalist.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
a blog post that is not in Hindi
As you can see I have thrown out, at least temporarily, all attempts at formatting. A video talking head of me is gone for good--no temporary there. I will give concession to one part of my formatting: the weekly quote...just not here--you'll have to look for it elsewhere on the page.
It's been both a normal and a long week even though work wise it didn't start until yesterday. I miss all of you--even those of you obsessed with punishing your siblings ;) and those of you who actually want to be punished.... Can you say sadomasochistic kids? Very good! (why are we writing all this personal stuff up on the web instead of in a private forum anyway?)
At any rate, I'm enjoying T.S. Monson's biography as well as the book that one of Pres. Cousin's stories is featured in, Dispensation. Won't make it home this weekend until Saturday night again. This time it is because I'll be heading to Piedmont High for Johnny's Regional Championships. Probably the same next weekend, except it will be State Championships.
Other than that everything's pretty normal... bills to pay, work to go to, and everyone to think of.... oh and I got a new tooth this week!
love you all, Dad
Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me. Matt. 25:40
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Sticky note Tuesday
there be. Today is sticky note Tuesday. As
a prelude, (stop looking at the right side,
unless you really want to try to read it...
and be cool) there is a video that may be
funny to watch before reading. Not a huge
prerequisite, but certainly an entertaining
one. Go to Youtube and type in
"Portal Still Alive Typography."
.......
Now, if you've done that, continue. If you
didn't, no worries. Just skip down to the
next paragraph. This part won't make
much sense. So, for those who did watch, it
was not intentional that the very beginning
of the video be related to my post. But,
as it turns out, I'm making a note here:
HUGE SUCCESS!
Yes, I have found a huge success note;
some may know its basic form to be a
sticky note (such as the one featured in
the video for those who watched) But
what I really want to focus on is not the
note, but rather what is on post-it notes.
So, I always thought: I don't usually for-
get things. Especially when its an assign-
ment for a favor towards someone else.
And even when its a task I set myself to,
I don't forget. So, thought I:
I don't need post-it notes.
Thought 1: Valid true
Thought 2: Not valid true
Thought 1 Commentary
Basically, even when I don't forget, I easily
put off, minimize, or just tiptoe my brain
around the tasks I don't want to do/ don't
feel I have the time to do them.
So when today came, a 4-page paper came
as well. One that I had not started. That
was due. At 2 PM. Actually, I turned it in
at 5 PM. 2/3's of the way done. No credit
taken away for the time. Who knows how
much for the 1/3 missing.
I don't mention this because I am abasing
myself, or so Dad can start hyperventilating.
I just want to show how even really BIG
things, like a 4-page paper, can seem really
small when it isn't right in front of you.
Thought 2 Commentary
I need post-it notes. Why? Because it brings
things to mind. It's like a memorial. HEY,
REMEMBER HOW YOU HAVE CLASS?
WELL, NOW YOU HAVE HOMEWORK
FOR THAT CLASS. That kind of
a memorial.
More specific example:
I am not using physical sticky notes
right now. Instead, I have a computer app
that has virtual sticky notes on my desktop.
I have things I do daily, that haven't ingrained
themselves in my schedule. So I have a post-it
note for every day of the week. At the top are
those things I do each day. Below are some things
that are maybe for that specific day of the week,
or one timer event.
Now, I always hated schedules. If that's what
you like, by all means run with it. I just tend to
trip when it comes to schedules. Instead, I'll say
"I need to spend 2 hours on Lessons In Making
work today." Then, when I find myself without
class or dates (and those tend to take up time),
before I can run onto Facebook, I see my sticky
note. And I say, Gee, I probably should
start on that 4-page paper. And I do.
So, please sticky note. And not just to remember
things you have to do. Maybe put down a joke
you remember, or a really Ah ha! moment you
had. Sticky notes aren't just memorials of what
to do. They also work for what has been done.
Like a Huge Success. :D
And most importantly with sticky notes,
Try to make at least one note that makes you
Smile/laugh for the day :)
Silly things:
I was carrying a lamp desk to and from class
today. Yeah....
I can't think of something silly about someone
else. So just think about what silly thing you
did.
Take note of it :D
Love all you family :D
Monday, February 14, 2011
yay! day of luuvvvv (those are v's not w's) - Dri
There may be issues embedding the video.... link here --> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NqssJY-ACso
I'll edit later ^^
hey everybody!!! Happy Valentine's Day!!!! If you want to know how I actually celebrated, Hailey and I ordered a heart shaped pizza, downed sparkling grape juice from the bottle, and watched the 3 musketeers!! yay!!! feel better ruth!!! and good luck at regionals johnny!! GO EGYPT!!!! :D Have a wonderful week everybody!!
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Now you know
["Did you know that" Ruth edition for the day: A fever of over 107.6 can cause brain damage?
Now you know!]
I'm sure in the past most of you have heard my description of what I call the dead-rodent disease. I do not have the dead-rodent disease. This time around, it's the shovel-cough flu. I do not tell you this for pity, but rather to excuse whatever it is that comes out as a post for this week. I assure you that were I more lucid.... this would make more sense or something.
But enough about that.
This semester I have discovered the joy of the credit/no credit option. For those of you as of yet insensible to this miracle, taking a class credit/no credit means you get credit for the class without a grade, so it doesn't affect your gpa. It allows you to enjoy a potentially difficult and time-consuming class (i.e. Advanced Italian II), while still being able to prioritize classes that may not be as hard but are more important for your course of studies (e.g. Infant Development). I have to say, I think this is absolutely brilliant. Especially as I crank out an Italian paper doped up on cough medicine. It's a good thing this paper is graded on how well I write in Italian, rather than content. Otherwise, I might be in trouble.
On a slightly tangential, but rather necessary, note: Adrianna and Johnny both requested that I approach the topic of what will happen when someone misses a post. Both think there should be a punishment involved. Personally, I'm for nothing happening. I mean, we all get busy/forget/have nothing interesting to post some days. But, as is democratic, I thought we should bring it up here and vote. It's also probably better if we approach this as a hypothetical situation, rather than a "what should we make Johnny do" situation. But, whatever floats your boat I guess. Leave your suggestions in the comments and we'll draw up a poll or something. Remember, be merciful! It could happen to you!
tvtb,
Ruth
Friday, February 11, 2011
Snow Won't Stick to the Weeping Willow
I'm currently here in our lovely library, hard at work. They're really very nice to us here at Clemons library. We're allowed to do homework in between helping patrons and shelving books, the staff is friendly, and best of all, you see hundreds of interesting books and dvds every day. That of course leads to a slight problem in my case.
I see several hundred more books I want to read than I have time for.
Sadly, now is one of those times in which I do not have the sufficient number of minutes to tell you all the things I want to, so I will compromise. I had planned to make it home at six today, but I was asked to do some extra reserve shelving and stay till 7.
So consequently, I'm not going to make it home in time to make my planned post (I'm going to a regional YSA activity as soon as I leave here). In order to give you something worthwhile, I've decided to attach a short story I wrote for my creative writing class. It's more description and introspection than any real plot (think super-flowery ornate), and it's loosely inspired by equal parts Hush Sound and real events. And my apologies to those who have already read it, but recycling is good for the environment, so please make allowances.
I love you all, and congratulate you for surviving yet another fun-filled week!
Joseph
Oh, and here's the story
The snow won't stick to the weeping willow
the cold air won't blow open the windows
You've made it through the storm this far
You've done this dear, it won't be hard
-Weeping Willow, The Hush Sound
Snow in the Appalachia is different. It’s not the constant natural state of the Arctic, not the baffling surprise to beachfront retirees in South Carolina. Here it’s subtle as the shortening days, warmth fading breath by breath. Summer Equinox and Midwinter are two points; I’ve passed through both so many times, but as I see the sun sink behind the ridge at 4 pm, my mind still mutely cries out in surprise. Calendars, the earth’s tilt, and daylight savings are artificial, artificially learned and understood, not real. But my warm afternoon is now freezing the puddles along the curves and up the concrete steps past the fir trees. I once tried to count an hour’s worth of seconds without looking at a clock. That’s what the snow is like. Gradually sudden. Easily measureable, constantly experienced, laughably common, but inexorable and vaster than an ocean, deep as space.
The weeping willow is the only one left unburied. All the other trees have rounded into white mushrooms, bending under the weight of the snow, but the willow quietly brushes the white off in the wind. The flakes stick just enough, dusting each threadlike branch as white as my grandmother’s hair. The pressure of a thousand feathers is too much for some, but the willow knows not to hold on to burdens.
In the shadows, flakes pile up. Microscopic lattices, pure perfection is overlooked and worthless, simply because it is everywhere. If there was only one snowflake in all the world, how beautiful it would be! But now I wade, struggling to drag my splintered cedar load to the house. As I open the door, the cold and the snow rush in behind me, but the butter-yellow firelight beats them both, leaping to stretch itself on the dark blue-white ridges of the hills behind me.
A drop of mercury climbs up its black ladder, pulling itself up two steps. The two degrees difference is indiscernible in the wind’s grasp, but above the mountains’ peaks, it is enough to make the snowflakes drip together into rain before freezing as they enter the wind’s path. The sleet is crueler than the snow. The snow buries the world, but it is kind. The sleet is noisy, slapping branches and trunks, cutting through clothes, and freezing against my body. How strange that warmth turned the quiet beauty into deadly cold. But it makes sense I suppose. The coldest faces I’d ever seen were the ones that had once been warmest.
At midnight, I step outside, and the moon has cleared the mountains, her light coldly shining off of the mountainsides. The sleet no longer falls, but it has glazed each edge in the silver glow. The weeping willow, its branches not covered by any white blanket, is a statue of crystal, each glass strand catching the moon and sending it out again.
I don’t notice the door swing to crash itself against its frame. The shock echoes, only to be swallowed by the soft landscape. But before it can fade, it is answered by a much sharper crack and the sound of breaking glass.
The weeping willow is split in two. Shattered and splintered not by the pressure outside, but by the cold within.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
It's a Thursday
Two Hours Later.
I just got back from a small group session/talk thing and she is INCREDIBLE. So stay tuned for my story next week. But my article on Egypt comes out tomorrow.
I got my passport today too! I'm planning, if everything works out, hopefully hopefully to spend a summer of service in Kenya, so I can use my Bonner money to get the ticket, getting rid of a large chunk of the money needed for study abroad. And I'm up for two scholarships.
Olivia has a job for after graduation! It's doing Quaker youth counseling in Newfield, NY. Newfield is also right next to Ithaca, which has Cornell. Cornell has a program for a phd in Zoology and Wildlife Conservation, which, if I get into, I get a 97% chance that it will be paid for completely with a fellowship and then a stipend for living on top of that. It's a really good deal.
I've actually had a really bad beginning week. My emotions have been raw from my last post, I've almost missed assignments, luckily it seems to have worked out, and I would have gotten my passport yesterday but I forgot my driver's license amazingly. But things are looking better now. I've started going to GCRO (Guilford Council of Religious Organizations) and there's a baby shower for one of the Bonner's in my year Saturday.
In other news,
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(. .)
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The elusive Sylvilagus texticus, common name emoticon bunny
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
And now for something completely different...
For Today's Blog Theme Music Click Here.
(Don't forget to come back)
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Whoever said the world made sense?
It's a mad mad world...or is that just me? |
Hey...Johnny said he likes seeing us...what did you expect?
I would really like to edit this....but first take it is.
Mind you, I really liked all 'your all's' posts. But if I did them, they'd come off really lame (Yes even lamer than this.)....guess you just have to have class to pull off some things--or at least be reasonably educated, which as a product of the Lewis County (Weston) school system, I obviously am not.
Extras!
This Space Intentionally Left Blank | (Or things that didn’t even make it on Facebook this week.) |
And you still say the world makes sense? Alright try these:
- Borders Calls Weston WV too Illiterate to Have a Bookstore (allegedly) Yeah, I said out of business. I meant bankruptcy.
- Make no Concessions Capitalism Apologist Ayn Rand took Social Security Payments?
- South Dakota Lawmakers Want to Require Universal Gun Ownership?
- Wikileaks Nominated for Nobel Peace Prize--Please tell me you're not serious!
- Parasite Causes Mice to be attracted to Cat Urine
- Remember Isaac Asimov's Micogenian Laboratory Meats? Yumm! Someone is actually working on this!
- Alright, yes that last one actually DOES make sense.
- Facebook Explains International Politics and it all fits together again....
Not so running Tuesday - Richardo
I decided a more poetic approach to take.
So, now you all get to see it.
And no, this will not be changing to regular format. :D
I don't know that I will actually enact my previously posted plan.
I'm thinking spur of the moment works just fine.
So....
In Lessons in Making, a hefty load class,
We are working on
blind contour,
gesture,
and open contour drawing.
That's three.
And they are really cool;
But the problem is they take a while
And they don't look very pretty all of the time.
I'd rather not discuss and define each for you.
Besides, you can sort of tell by name.
But, I did want to tell you about how cool they are.
With blind contours, you try once...
And they look REALLY ugly.
Try them 10-15 more times on the same page,
and you get this really cool mesh of lines, intersecting,
and kind of creating a bunch of lines in relative same shape and relative proportion,
So, keep trying... over and over.
Gesture drawings are probably the most fun.
They take 30 sec-2 mins,
as compared to the 20-30 min blind contours.
You just quickly scratch out the basic premise
of the object and its axes.
Still, they usually aren't very magnificent.
But then, when you've done 20 or 30 tiny sketches
on one sheet of paper,
showing the various angles and movements of the object,
It can be revealingly cool.
Open contour is understated to my mind.
When I did it, I literally created dashed lines
in place of solid outline.
Nothing else.
But instead, you can create implied lines,
leave out sections or areas of the object,
and using perpendicular ones,
make an edge without a line.
This is where I say:
I'll do it over and over again
to later tell you how cool it is.
Or you can try it and tell me. :)
I know most of these probably
Don't make sense.
But that's ok.
Just try and try again.
Silly thing about me today:
I got a purple bandage and
an orange t-shirt.
Silly thing about somebody:
Mr. Jefferson has
A tiny pink bust of himself.
I've seen it.
And drawn it.
Waaayyy too many
times.
Bet that wasn't on
his list of how
others would remember
him.
Please pursue the Three above as you wish.
They can take as much or as little time
as needed.
And be free to share
what you come up with :D
Luv you all family peeps.
- Richardo
Monday, February 7, 2011
In Which Several (but not many) Things Occur - Dri
I would like to apologize for the bad quality mic ahead of time, but I am by no means using that as an excuse for the singing ; )
Also, if anybody know how to change that darned thumbnail, please let me know...
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Wazzupp. <(")
Heya peoples. Dis is my vlog and if any of you are familiar with facebook chat, the icon in my title is definitely a penguin.
Imma teh one with the gray tshirt..... Sicko Sgori is the one holding the poster.
The video is in poor quality :-/ the video convertemabob wasn't good, so in the future I will be sure to post in higher quality. For the time being you may see it in crap quality.... and my crappy wrestling cus all I did was a half and didn't even use his legs which wudve taken care of it a lot faster :P
-Johnny G
Saturday, February 5, 2011
In which followers are to be confused
But I digress. My original disclaimer was not, in fact, that I’m not taking over the blog (though that is also true). My disclaimer was that I think Spanish is really cool. I completely respect it as a language. However, I have to tell the truth: Italian is cooler.
Se una notte d'inverno un viaggiatore
If on a Winter's Night a Traveler
tvtb,
Ruth