(Originally a post in response to comments below) Hypothetical- over beers, the table starts trashing administrator flavor of the minute. Reality–this is work culture. Even if I am indifferent to administrator flava, the conversation usually starts to put me into a mindset that the place I work must be bad…which …

‘Hypothetically- (hell, hypothetically, it happens all the time) people talk shit. Bitch about x or y, drop innuendo about who is doing whom, gossip because talking trash is a thrill. And I don’t. Generally, don’t trash other folk, don’t want to discuss other people’s relationships. For lack of a better …

Got to love it when the mind works while asleep.When last left, the Metropolis sketches had yielded highly unsatisfactory results. Tried variations on the theme. Still, had a strong notion that this was the wrong direction.This last one cooked overnight, dreaming of bauhaus, and kandinsky and klee. Not exactly of …

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 …

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 …

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).  

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 …