Saturday, August 25, 2012

Personality Types

I was reading Swash + A Sprinkle and they had this awesome link up to Pentagram's What type are you? I realize that they posted the link almost 2 years ago, but the fonts are timeless and beautiful.

When you visit the site you go through and answer a few questions and they will use your answers to determine your personality "type". It seems, for me personally, to be pretty accurate... My personality "type" is Archer Hairline. Emotional, Understated, Progressive, and Disciplined.

I'm particularly fond of the thin forms, and more importantly the mix of serifs and "dots" on the type.

Although I didn't get it, Baskerville (and the italic, as shown) will always be one of my favorite fonts. It's classic, and beautiful!

Friday, August 24, 2012

Sick as a Hog

If you're wondering where I got the title from, please refer to my favorite "I can't think of a good idea" website: Urban Dictionary. Like Wikipedia, for slang....

Also, extremely awesome. Mostly because I've been waiting for people to notice my freaking moonwalking skills. It's about time assholes.

 Anyway. Week one of class just ended. The first few days went really well! Aside from the girl in my Art and Culture class that I would rather punch in the face than to have to listen to ever again. This girl can't close her mouth. Maybe that thought process is why Karma is not on my side right now. Here is how my life started going about halfway through this week:

  • Wednesday 9-5pm: Great!
  • Wednesday 6pm: Going down fast....
  • Wednesday 8pm until Thursday 8am: I passed out, never to be heard from again.
  • Thursday 9am: cranky, sore throat. Chelsea comes in and asks LOUDLY if I'm okay. Everyone looks at me, by this point I'm not, but I'm embarrassed cause she thinks I'm pissed, so I say yes.
  • Thursday 12:30: I'm too tired and sore to care that the girl mentioned above is talking over the teacher, while simultaneously getting her "answers" wrong. This girl also informed us that she wrote a research paper over Stonehenge, and, well, from the professors response to her answers, I'd say she did no better than a D. Rude, but true. 
  • Thursday 8pm: No appetite. But I got invited to go bowling, so I did. It was fun, and I felt better! Yay healing!
  • Friday (today) at 10am: I feel AWFUL! I went into work, then left exactly 30 minutes later. 
  • Friday 2pm: I am informed that I have a Bronchial infection (aka bronchitis). 
  • Friday 4pm: My computer crashes and I lose all of my research for school, 2 projects, and a file I was working on for a client at work. 
  • Friday 11:50 p.m. (now): I'm on my second cup of tea, and I feel like I'm going to die. 

I feel like you may think I'm over exaggerating this, but I am going to die. I feel like someone has been rubbing my throat all day with sandpaper. Plus I've not been hungry the last 2 days or eaten hardly anything, not that I would really want to with my throat on fire. And finally, I feel like a baby elephant has been sitting on my neck all day.

Now I try not to complain, but this is ridiculous. I've not felt so awful in a long time, and there's nothing I can do but wait it out with antibiotics and sip on more tea till I feel better. This isn't going to end on a good note....

Because I ran out of my good tea.

Saturday, August 18, 2012

What I Wore: Friday, Aug 17

Lately I've been trying to "grow up" my style, my wardrobe especially. I've got some really old gems in my closet, most of which I forget I have on a regular basis. So, this morning when I woke up I wanted to wear something I haven't worn in a long time. Partly because I now, for the first time in my life, have no washer and dryer where I reside *shudder*, and mostly because I just did laundry yesterday and just got finished hanging everything up. 

I pulled out of the very far reaches of my closet my yellow and grey striped skirt. I've had this skirt for 2+ years and have only worn it once. I also got {this} skirt, same thing in dark colors! They were both on clearance out at Old Navy for 6 bucks each, a steal. 

And then if that wasn't enough, I saw my "bow belt" as I call it. I've had it for about 5 years, have never ever worn it. It came with a button up shirt and was not flattering on where it sat on me. Then I gained a shit ton of weight and couldn't fit into it. 

I will never claim to be great at dressing myself. I love how this turned out though, and apparently so did about 7 customers and a co-worker. One lady was even bold enough to reach over the counter and feel the fabric. 

Friday, August 17, 2012

String Typography

Did I ever tell you about the time I did string typography?! No, I doubt I did, so let me go ahead now.

Last semester I had just started my "Design Research Assistant" job. My first assignment was to create an identity for a transformative learning conference we were having at school, called Transformative Learning Conference 2012. Clever, I know...

Their whole idea behind the conference is to show connection between students, teachers, learning, participating in on campus activities, etc. I was really excited about this, really excited. It was about the time that 'String Typography' was taking off and I really wanted to do something with it. Plus, it fit within the parameters of showing connection. What better thing to use than to show a network of connections that with string typography!

Jump to 5 hours later, 30 dollars in supplies, and some pissed off neighbors I had basically given up. The tutorials I had seen said to "hammer the shape of the letter into plywood". Well at 1 A.M. in an apartment complex with thin walls this is a horrible idea. I plan B'ed it and used some extra foam board I had on hand. It worked a lot better with putting the nails in, but if you look in the photo below the letters got all cattywumpus and sad.

Needless to say, I got pretty far before taking a break for the night. I showed my professor the next day, and while we both liked the idea it's not super legible.  I still want to do something with string typography, but obviously this isn't it.

Design Fail. Lesson Learned.