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The Six Patron Saints of Graphic Design
The Six Patron Saints of Graphic Design
Saint Exacto:
After tireless service to the Queen of Productión for many years, he suffered a breakdown and was found in a moor spray mounting farm animals together. He was institutionalized, and in his later years went on to become the world's first classical pianist to be missing six fingers.
Number One With A Rubber Bullet
Finished my comp CD for Gurlswap. Hope they like it:
You're Good To Go
1. Johnny Cash - The Man Comes Around
2. Belle & Sebastian - If You're Feeling Sinister
3. Beulah - You're Only King Once
4. The Thrills - Big Sur
5. The Decemberists - Los Angeles, I'm Yours
6. Jellyfish - Baby's Coming Back
7. Andy Partridge - I Wonder Why the Wonderfalls
8. Nellie McKay - Ding Dong
9. Magnetic Fields - I Die
10. Appleton - Everything Eventually
11. The Faces - Ooh La La
12. Robbie Fulks - Can't Win For Losing You
13. Elvis Costello - 45
14. Junior Senior - Shake Me Baby
15. Grandaddy - Now It's On
16. They Might Be Giants - They'll Need A Crane
17. R.E.M. - At My Most Beautiful
18. Rose Stone w/ The Venice Four - Trouble Of This World
19. The Who - I Can't Explain
20. Mitch & Mickey - When You're Next To Me
21. Hot Hot Heat - Talk To Me, Dance With Me
22. Kings Of Leon - Happy Alone
Bi-Fi Records
Bi-Fi Records: "[May 4: Oval-teen: Yorkville, IL] "
The 55 song double disk that will be the soundtrack to your life. This is the "69 Love Songs," of indie pop but with only 55 songs! Only 500 pressed. pre-sale on sale now...
Good for the blatant self-promotion of my friends.
They had some great songs in their time.
The latest fashion must-have
BLEH!
I Don't Know If You're Beautiful
I'm going through a Magnetic Fields thing.
I'm all queasy and shake-tastic. I don't know if this comes from not eating properly, not sleeping properly, suffering from some weird anxiety thing, or just plain out wishing I was dead.
I was talking with a coworker last week. She mentioned she was a passive suicidal. That's the greatest term I've heard in a while. It means she wouldn't mind if she died, she just doesn't have the initiative to do it herself.
I know the feeling.
The school I fell in love with, according to Neil Gaiman's website (which I can't remember, but I'm sure is something like neilgaman.com) is now becoming a combatant against free speech and expression of idea, limiting their students as far as the content of their art. The San Francisco Art Academy needs to realize they're an art school that's privately funded, and not a right-wing public school. Students suspended. Teachers fired. Speakers blocked from speaking.
That doesn't sound like an art school to me. I was working on applying for my Masters there and everything. While I don't feel my art crosses the lines of good taste, I can't in good faith give my money to a school that supports telling me what good taste is according to THEIR standards.
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This whole going out on Friday issue has all the warning signs of a bad end. Not so much that I can't see myself enjoying the time out, but that I can imagine it's only hours afterwards that my entire job will know that I went out with an ex-coworker. I can already see the line of communication it will come down. And to call it an official date is pushing the limits of the word. I can only imagine what will happen if we started dating.
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There just seems to be a weight on my shoulders (which feel like I've been working out even though I haven't) that I can't seem to shake. Everything around me seems small, yet overwhelming at the same time. I can't imagine living like this much longer. I yearn for a vacation, but just foresee the debt that's going to cause.
I just don't know what's going on.
Everything Is Love
To confirm the fact that I'm barrelling ever closer to a complete nervous breakdown, or at least spinning into insanity, I've spent the last two days WHILE I WAS SLEEPING to change my clocks.
I keep moving them forward an hour. The first day it happened, I woke up, also apparently deciding I should turn off my alarm, thinking I was an hour late for work. It wasn't until I left my room, rampaging to get dressed and out the door did I notice it was actually only a few minutes before 9.
Last night, it was the same thing. I woke up at 5:30 this morning, thinking it was 7:30. I couldn't get back to sleep no matter what I did.
And apparently, because, I have the inner id of a drunk football player, I started rambling nonsense to AC while I was drunk on Ambien. What did I say? I don't remember. I just made sure to apologize this morning. I don't think it was anything to offensive, but, as I said, I can't remember.
I'm very concerned about this. I've never actually completely unraveled before. It scares me.
It's Like NetFlix, But Not
Nicheflix is apparently the Netflix of the indie/import world. I don't think it's a very good deal at 2 movies per 24.99 though.
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