What the Tech!? site redesign (8)

Summer Projects: 4\n\nThis is one…the redesign (or perhaps just the design) of the What the Tech?! website.\n\nSteve is working on site architecture, me, interface/graphic design. The starting point, conceptually, is Fritz Lang’s “Metropolis”, last of the German Expressionist Cinema offerings (the first being “The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari”). The film has some interesting themes: the mechanization of man as worker, and the literal mechanization of man in terms of the man-machine, …

Give this guy a job (7)

Somebody give this guy a job. Okay. I don’t know him. For some reason, I bookmarked the site a few months ago (probably doing research on some design-related stuff). But Tony Stephens has well laid out site, an interesting blog that says lots (or links to lots) about solid design practices. Example from his blog:”Keep and Show your design process” – an admonition to document the design process. It riffs …

Hairline Cracks

[ An Audio version of this post. Music by my brother, John Oyzon and narration by me.] Tonight was the annual Cobblestone picnic- a school that Aidan goes to. (Connor starts next year). At the picnic, it’s all about the kids. I watch them take off on their own trajectories. Toddle after the baby. Sit quietly for the most part and observe the goings on. No desire to engage in conversation …

illustration 1.0

ENTRY # 37 comments Brendyn, bwa5099@it.rit.edu, http://www.rit.edu/~bwa5099/blog/, , 24.61.47.194, 1057470901, 2004-05-16 20:41:17, layers in adobe photoshop? did you do that? its cool looking… Elouise, ero@it.rit.edu, 24.24.41.238, 1057495404, 2004-05-16 20:41:17, Yup, composite image of three parts: the grass, shack and kids (not mine).  

The kids are alright (5)

No musical soundtrack at the moment- just the sounds of my boys running like maniacs, spending the last of the day’s energy before being ordered to bed. I can hear them upstairs. Aidan, “Bwaaaah!” THUD. Giggles. Connor, “Bwaaaah haaa!” THUD. More giggles. They alternate bwaa-ing and thudding. I have noooo idea what they’re doing–but it sounds fun, and since there is no sound of breaking (yet), I sit here instead. …

Every Picture Tells a Story Don’t It? (4)

Everyone is the protagonist of their own story. Late night. The soundtrack is jazz horn. Alto sax. Reverb. Thoughtful. Blue light from a monitor in a dim room lights her face. Actually, in my head I’ve got a pretty constant stream of personal soundtrack as I go about my day to day. Most people are bit players, some are the character actors (mostly 1 dimensional fly  throughs), and then there …

So This is It

Like standing on the beach, I test the waters with a toe. How cold? How deep do I go? It is not my wont to opine and bare my soul. Sadness, anger, anxiety- all those things Pandora should have left well alone reside in my own well-locked chest. It’s a filipino thing, I think, to crack a joke, flash a cheesy grin and laughingly (though seriously) consider murder. How seductive …