as much as I deny it, I think the state of my car affects the state of my being. When its in the shop, I feel powerless and depressed. when someone steals my stereo and breaks my dash panel, I feel empty, broken, and disheveled. And when the rain leaks in and gives it that nasty mildew stench, well I guess you get the picture.
at some point, I’m going to get a new car, who knows what that will bring?
Right now I’m in a technical school for my japan study introduction, They overschedule us so there is little to no free time, and almost no computer access (there is 4 computers for the 31 of us, and about 1 hour of time where we can use them!) I left early today because of my cold and decided to do some blogging/emailing.
Today was my first experience of tokyo rush hour trains. Many people on the group could not handle the crowdedness and got really really irritable/nervous. I feel bad for them because everyone will have to commute at least 30 minutes a day, during prime usage hours. Also people got motion sickness. You would not believe how crowded the trains are. it was like being in the front of a concert or something. They pay people to shove other people into the trains so they don’t get behind schedule.
Today we toured the waseda campus! OMFGZ It is soooooooo big. I have pictures that i will show you later. 52,000 people go to waseda, but there are four campuses, there will be around 30,000 people on our campus. It is actually not that big of a space, like maybe 1.5 city blocks so every building is like 10-20 stories or more. Plus the town of waseda is also really crowded. The bad thing is because waseda is having it’s 125 anniversary, they are doing a lot of renovation on their buildings. Our guide said that waseda’s campus was as crowded as any place in tokyo durning breaks between classes, and that sometimes it is really hard to get to your building because there are so many people. The guide we had was really adorable, however it didn’t stop her from scaring the crap out of me. Also waseda is a really big deal here, like it is a really important university. Plus there is a really big baseball game coming up. Keiko vs. Waseda. It’s the biggest game of the year. I’m excited.
Also I have to join a club! There are over 15000 clubs to join! Right I am choosing between orchestra, video, and jogging clubs. I really want to join orchestra because they sounded really good! I guess they do tv apperances all over Japan. However, during the performance the viola section was out of tune for a bit so maybe i have a chance to be in the top group! I hope so! However you can join two groups, so i might join another one on top of orchestra. I don’t know.
Also there are tons of japanese little kids, and all of them are so adorable. Don’t be surprised if i steal one and bring it back to america with me.
I will get a permentant address tomorrow, and move in on sunday. i will let you guys know.
so I know I JUST posted, I know that last post is mine, BUT this is too exciting for me to wait.
I MADE A WEBSITE oh my god with my own hands. Coded it all. Stop laughing at me Joel, I can hear you all the way over the interweb. I know it’s a little dinkydoodle, but I am a proud proud parent. WEBSITES.
Evan and I are watching Deal or No Deal and we’re making baked potatoes and I’m burning my friend a few CDs for her birthday! What are you guys doing?
By the way, as much as I do not like this show because IT IS SO STRESSFUL (i mean seriously, so much money sosososo much and they sometimes take it and they sometimes don’t and WHAT IF IT’S IN THEIR CASE OH MAH GAWD) I like Howie. I’ll admit I didn’t know who he was before this (I KNOW) but I like him now. He wore a tiara today, which was funny. Men in tiaras are always funny.
Also today my Portfolio.net teacher posted a PODCAST of a critique for my latest assignment. A podcast. He’s in Africa. This truely is the modern era, you guys. I’m subscribed to my online class podcast. Hoo. He’s adorable too.
Another thing I lurv on the internet right now is LIBRARYTHING!
this baby tracks your books, lets you tag them, AND reccomends books for you. It’s fantastique. If you get an account on there (which is literally as easy as typing in your username in password) look up me – my username is furny. I lurv tagging.
Katie made me want to post an assignment from Illustration 3, so I will. I guess I did aldready because there it is! The assignment was to illustrate the ‘art of eavesdropping’. The guy up top is listening to the guys below through the floor; very sneaky. I did this one with acrylic paint and there is some ballpoint pen in there as well. My favorite part is the blue guy, I think he turned out the best.
I don’t really know how I feel about the class so far. Everyone in there has talent, so at least it’s interesting to see what everyone came up with in their piece. I think I’m starting to like the instructor a bit more, I think I was a little bias at first because she was new and I didn’t know her and blah blah blah. It’s also cool to have so many people to talk to and get feedback from. What sucks is that Sarah isn’t in our class and it feels empty without her because I’ve had every illustration class up to this point with her.
More images later.
well, not really. just in this here illustration for ill 3.
it’s digital, something that i have always sucked at and lately (thanks to digi ill and work) have been forced into learning. so, this was all in illustrator.
anyway. work today was AMAZING because i got ALL THIS FREE STUFF. and we make the coolest stuff at work (it’s a stationery and product design company). that means i got free cute bags, journals, stickers, cards, list makin’ notebook goodness…it was magical. and i brought stuff home for my favorite girls. good job, work. too bad i am still dealing with the catalogue release from hell.
but look for that chihuahua purse card i designed in barnes and noble next semester. and if you don’t like it, i don’t care. because i was forced to draw a small, rat like dog. it wasn’t my choice. but i am still excited. so please, no bursting of the bubble.
alrighty.
ps. i wrote more cover letters tonight for the ny studio program. i want to go SO BAD. and i hope the nice cole haan people understand that. and harpers. and the new yorker (but i may have to suddenly get way cooler to snag that one).
In my last post, I do believe I promised a story did I not?
I did indeed, and as such shall now parlay upon to thee, my reader an adventure the likes of which you’ve seen before: the Travelogue. I went to Seattle. Seattle? Why Seattle?
Well friends and foes alike, because there was to be a gathering of Capoistas (folk who play capoeira) the likes of which I hadn’t seen since my voyage to NY, NY. But, like all good stories that are quickly rushed to DVD, mine included a variety of bonus features, which I will indeed share.
It was a Friday night in the Pacific Northwest. The streets were full of cars and people, hopping from bar to bar, down the street they called “Broadway”. I was sitting on a concrete wall, waiting to rejoin my comrades after I had seperated from them to eat dinner with Mestre Gulliver and Mestre No, as well as the hosts of the weekends’ events, Daylen and Sayed.
It was blustery to be truthful, but I was filled with boyish excitement at the thought that I would be soon going to a speakeasy, truly the shadiest of dens of sin. Other than whorehouses. Or crack houses. Or opium dens. Ok, a place that was relatively shady. Yet, as I waited talking upon a cell to my mates and attempting to regroup, in the corner of my eye I sensed movement, my Timmy-senses tingling to full extent, my head turned to reveal an overweight, bald, white man in a plain white button up shirt and black slacks.
Simple enough, I returned to my conversation, which had taken a bizzarre turn (I suspected that my mates were either drunk or stoned, and knowing them, either could or would be the case) and as I turned my head for a view, once again, I saw the man in white, who now had begun to wave at me. Awkwardly, I jerked my head to the left looking the other direction hoping that I would see my mates come arround the corner soon. But then, as it always does, my curiosity got the best of me and I turned my head again, this time, the man leaning against a wall, smoking a ciggarette, looking at me. Upon making eye contact again, he makes the hand gesture of “currency”, or “boom boom dollars”.
Now I am roughly confused, and partially terrified, and ask my friends quite directly where we should meet up. They tell me to meet them at the interesection of Broadway and Pine (not important, I assure you) and I leap off the wall, walking briskly to my left, far from the gentleman in white.
Several blocks later I find a pair of police officers standing duty on a corner, at which point I ask for the intersection my mates had named. He looks at me quizzicly and then points in the opposite direction from whence forth I’d come and tells me that it’s several blocks in the opposite direction. My stomach turned. I’d once again cross paths with the man in white.
As I ran back to the intersection, everything was going well until I heard the words “HEY, D’You have plans tonight?”
I turned and asked “Who, Me?”
“Yeah, do you have plans tonight?” he gestured the money symbol again.
“Um… Yes, I’m meeting some friends, I’m sorry.”
As I turned to begin running again I heard: “Are you gay?”
“What me??”
“Yeah, are you gay?”
“No, Sorry?” And I continued running until I had reached the corner in question and waited pensively for my friends, fearful that once more I would see the man in white.
So that’s the story. I waited for 20 minutes in downtown Seattle and was propositioned for sex. It was an amazing trip.
I’m not even joking.
More stories?
I’ve got one other that’s of worth for telling at this point. OH, and a word of advice? FUCK THE Las Vegas Airport. IT SUCKS. FOR REALSIES. Cincinnatti has a better airport. Yeah. That’s right. It’s that bad.
I wanted to go to Panera Bread for lunch today, so we did! But on the way downtown, the wind really started to pick up. It was crazy. Ben and I were safe behind a car, but Bill was not so lucky.
LOOK. There is most of the MCAD shambot crizzle, hanging out before the oh so famous black and white ball. I’ve uploaded as many pictures as I could on my flickr, but alas he ran out of bandwith before I could upload them all. I’m thinking (SIGH) i’ll stick ‘em all on facebook or something. EITHER WAY!!
I think everyone will agree that it was a night of excellent fun. I could dance for like, fifty more years! MORE DANCING.
also, now I am sick! Thanks a lot, whoever gave it to me. Evan and I went to lund’s today and I purchased:
(a) A pack of Emergen-cee
(b) A few fancy soups (butternut squash, veggie, tomato, black bean)
(c) Soap (we needed it)
(d) FRENCH BREAD FOR LE SOUP.
Ohhh it was a delicious lunch. Right now I am installing CS2! This means: adventure!
well, here i am. just flew in from the land of no blogging and damn are my arms tired.
but seriously, folks. i’m katie, and i think i know most of you kids. this is my first concession to the world of blog-ish things. i’m at a loss as to what to share with you, the online community. yet i am excited, and i think i just peed myself with happiness.
so there you are.
things i will be posting about:
illustration (specifically ill 3 and digi ill)
tim toooooooozer and other wonders of mcadia
the rest of my so-called life (god, sometimes i just wish i WAS ms. danes. and that i had my own, hastily cancelled television program).
i also regularly update my lame-o cookie cutter portfolio, courtesy of adobe photoshop. it’s the pretty in pink link.
fatty.
in news this week, we have the wonderful benjamin’s 21st anniversary of birth. i made him a card that shamelessly glorifies vandalism. enjoy. and if you see my favorite bearded hippie hipster, tell him you love him and wish him a happy birthday. cause really, he’s the best.
love,
katrix
