100 days
The little grey cells need tickling. 100 days to write. 100 days to sketch. Game on.
Category: doing
Process: reference for Monkeys In the Attic
Lumino City – Official Trailer from State of Play on Vimeo.
The Selfie Project
The design challenge was come up with a game for change. The theme was the word “ephemeral”. One group had a brilliant idea for a selfie (slang for self-portrait, usually done with a mobile phone…often in a bathroom mirror and not well). Along with the selfie one would attach three adjectives. The initial idea was to hold onto positive words and trash the negative ones thereby reinforcing positive self-image. It …
External memory
It’s been a perfect weekend of beautiful weather and not talking to anyone. Thought about how very different my friend, Liz and I are. For her, thoughts aren’t quite real until they come out of her mouth. Experiences aren’t quite real unless shared. So different than this tangible grounding of uninterrupted solitary wandering that went as far as imagination and all within the confines of my (now tidy) home. There …
weezes wobble
Nothing did ruffle rattle or roll me. See that? Still standing.
Write like no one is watchin
Let’s try this. Cancel all the noise, the self-criticism, the need for an objective; a pithy ending; a self-contained palatable chunk. Well, that doesn’t leave much. I baked cinnamon rolls. Sun is shining. The weather is fine. Here I am. Three little birds. And with that it’s a Bob Marley kinda day. Ramble. Skip playback on life leitmotif . For a little bit it was Aha’s “Take On Me” (eff …
I want to ride my bicycle
So I didn’t get my driver’s license until the early twenties. I forget exactly when. Didn’t need one. I biked everywhere. Oh, those godzilla legs. (That’s what some guy said as I was walking down the street). No spinning. Just powered my way through sun, rain, snow. The hope is that this won’t be awful for the leg and may actually help it. And because Summer.
cruisin’
Here’s to hoping and rehabilitation.
On a do nothing day
I made hollandaise from scratch, poached eggs, and sauteed greens and put it all on sourdough toast. I drank cappucino made lovingly in the oh-so-cluttered kitchen. I did not do the dishes. I went back to bed. I woke up again. I drew. And wrote. I am now having cheese, and bread. I am contemplating cracking open a bottle of wine. Maybe I’ll do the dishes. I tag this post …
do it
Images taken from London Deanery, “Some Theory” in regards to course development and assessment. This leads to discussion on Boyer’s redefinition of scholarship, but that’s another post. (What’s good for the goose is good for the gander…or student and professor). The juxtasposition of Bloom’s taxonomy and Millery’s pyramid gives rise to many nuggets of consideration. None of them will be answered in the next few minutes when I have to …