Shadow Sculpture

by british artists Tim Noble and Sue Webster


Dirty White Trash [With Gulls], 1998




HE/SHE, 2003

Rules to Live By

I have to admit that I pretty much stole this from Haley's blog, but I thought it was way too worthy of posting. After watching a TED lecture by Stefan Sagmiester (a man who had an intern carve a poster into his chest- that's how much this man loves graphic design) I decided to take the things he says he's learned throughout his life and list them here for myself as sort of a general set of ideals. They're the types of things you need to catch yourself doing and remind yourself that you need to correct that behavior.

Here they are:

• Complaining is silly. Either act or forget
• Thinking life will be better in the future is stupid. I have to live now.
• Being not truthful works against me.
• Helping other people helps me.
• Organizing a charity group is surprisingly easy.
• Everything I do always comes back to me.
• Drugs feel great in the beginning and become a drag later on.
• Over time I get used to everything and start taking it for granted.
• Money does not make me happy.
• Traveling alone is helpful for a new perspective on life.
• Assuming is stifling
• Keeping a diary supports my personal development.
• Trying to look good limits my life.
• Worrying solves nothing.
• Material luxuries are best enjoyed in small doses.
• Having guts always works out for me.

My New Favorite Word

is Fuckery.

Stolen from my current obsession with Amy Winehouse. Her lyrics are great- blunt, the way I like 'em. In Me and Mr. Jones she so eloquantly asks,

"What kind of fuckery is this?
You made me miss the Slick Rick gig."

If that's not fuckery I don't know what is.

My favorite has to be,

"What kind of fuckery are you?
'Side from Sammy your my best black Jew."

Poetry I tell you.

Check this chick out. I love the hive.

A Day in the City

So today I had an interview- for a job I don't really want. The company is down by Wall Street (ugh) and they do background checks (ew). The people there do seem nice though. Today was the second part of my interview where I read through 70 pages of court records, articles, and other junk and wrote a summary of it. I was there for two and a half hours to do a "short writing sample."

I decided before I got on the train this morning that since that would probably bum me out terribly, I needed some inspiration. I visited the Cooper Hewitt to see their exhibition Design For The Other 90%. I was a bit disappointed to find that it was outside in the garden and it was quite small. Not worth going. Honestly the website is better than the actual exhibit. However, I got a second look at Cooper Hewitt's Design Triennial, which was excellent- again.

Then I subwayed over to the Art Director's Club where they had their 86th Annual Awards Gala. I really enjoyed it. My favorites included a book called Miscellaneous Crap. Basically this person has a box of junk, photographed it, and then categorized it all in the book. The book is dedicated to "the [however many] millions of Americans with OCD." I also enjoyed Icons for 42 Below Vodka. (shown above) They're wonderfully dirty and hilarious. Plus, I just freaking love icons.

I'm blogging!

I've given in to the pressure.
So does this make me cool or uncool?