Day #14

Yeah, is come to the point where merely two weeks into this 30 Days of Words I'd already forgotten a daily post like three times (or more). My excuse? The usual one: completely knackered. And the thing is, I'd totally remember the post while I was, say, showering; yet, after stretching, it'd've completely slipped my mind.

Anyway. Yesterday, I got into one of my irrational anger thing at work which brought on the usual impulse to tender my resignation. But I reminded myself that it's only work so fuck it, whatever. It's totally not worth the spike in blood pressure.

Boy, it is time to move on.

Day #13

So ... it's finally happened today. For so long I'd thought I needed a new gauge but apparently not. Walking towards the library this morning, I suddenly thought about the 'bridge' between the library building and the design school collapsing — and how I would not have to go to work if I'd been walking on that 'bridge'.

Yup. It's the get-me-into-an-accident-so-I-don't-have-to-be-at-work gauge and it still works!

And especially this afternoon, when I was told to compare the stats from Google Analytics and Webtrends, I really really really wished for something to happen to take me away from having to do shit like that.

But how do I walk away with the different projects on my plate?

Day #12

Bought a new (small) sketchbook yesterday after yoga (yes, I went after all — and it was great! The instructor was awesome) as well as two new pens (one purple and one green).

The small sketchbook I plan to carry around with me — not exactly for doodling, but for jotting down the words from Word Porn that somehow resonate with me.

Ugh. I completely suck at doodling and handwriting, but whatever.

So tired lately. I need to start trying harder at sticking to my resolution about sleeping before midnight. I have 18 days of annual leave I have to clear this year. So tempted to take a few to just sleep.

Day #11

It's been ... a struggle to remember do to these posts. I did remind myself to do one last night as I was showering but after stretching (and not a long session either) and feeling just completely knackered, I just popped off to bed. Sans post. I feel like I should head off to Yin yoga this afternoon. But I'm feeling a little sleepy ... and reluctant. Going through it will stop raining* on a Saturday is what makes it a proper lazy Saturday for me. Sigh. I should prolly get ready for Yin soon ... =(

Day #10

Shouldn't have had that cup of instant coffee a mere two hours after my breakfast green tea. Completely manic for four hours after that, fueled a little too (I think) by the inspiring artworks I saw on my feed.

Anyway. Wish I had done a bit of doodling today ... Sigh.

I've been trying to visualize the cutting. I think it'll prolly be Hazel on the silks in Rebecca splits. And a quote in the negative space below. I miss cutting ... =(

Day #9

Thought I best have this down before class in case I get too tired and forget the daily entry.

Book read for the month of April: Shades of Gray by Jasper Fforde.

Also, it occurred to me this morning that I'd like to do another silhouette cutting with a quote or something. A professionally shot picture would be good. Might have to trawl Facebook albums of the aerials girls for suitable poses.

Day #8

Bloody hell. I can't believe I'd forgotten a post again. Felt I did poorly in class last night — seemed unable to control what little core muscles I have and strained my left side trying to do a proper advanced birdy — and was completely knackered after it.

So, the Hari and Deepti papercut dioramas are sort of like a collage in a shadow box, right? I'd been thinking of maybe a collage without the shadow box with layers of different textures, but I haven't a clue as to how that project might be like.

The aerial girls are such an inspiration — so talented the lot of them: musically, artistically, culinarily (yes, this is a proper word), and everything else — I can only hope a wee bit of their combined and individual gifts and flair rub off on me.

Day #7

Bored at work today, so back to thinking/planning/researching résumé design. Which means I've still yet to apply to any job ad.

Thing is, friends and even colleagues have been forwarding job ads to me, like: "You should apply for this!"; or: "I think you'll like this!" There are a couple or so that caught my eyes (to which my education and skills/experience even qualify or fit), but the fact that those jobs are at organizations I don't particularly care for or think of joining is holding me back.

Maybe I should just apply. I mean, chances are I won't even be shortlisted for an interview so why not, right?

Right?

Day #6

So finally got around to mounting the cutting of a Marimekko print (forgot to mirror it when printing so the finished cutting ended up mirrored).

I had such high hopes for this one, but the execution (including the sorta floating mount) didn't turn out as I expected. For one thing, I went with the best possible choice of background paper from what I currently have on hand — which isn't a lot; for another, because I'd chosen my usual textured black, the shadows I'd hoped for can't really be seen. =( Ah well. It was supposed to be a gift for Emily, but I guess it's up to her whether or not she'll want it ...

Now, this — this is fucking gorgeous.

Day #5

Hurray for sleeping in in the weekend! I've been having rather vivid and 'active' dreams lately. 'Active' in that I'm always in motion, doing things, in my dreams. I can only remember vaguely that the dreams are action-filled, but not really what they really were.

Broke in my new sketchbook! I read that the first (blank) page is the most intimidating and should be just scribbled and doodled the hell out of, just to get it out of the way. So, I've gone and done just that while watching Monk season 1.

Day #4

Today, I pulled Charley Harper: An Illustrated Life off the shelves, along with Petite Pattern Book: Scandinavian Style. Such pretty visuals! Wish there were books on David Stoupakis, Tara McPherson, Audrey Kawasaki, Amy Sol, or James Jean I could find at this library; however, I could find Mark Ryden, Camille Rose Garcia, and Marion Peck — which I believe I'd ordered ... Must slip more such books into my book recommendations soon. Fuck. Can't wait for the weekend ...!

Day #3

Whenever I check my Facebook feed (which unfortunately is more frequently than I ought to), I wonder if I might not be missing out on something by not religiously documenting my everyday life in photos. After all, my memory is both a sponge and sieve; pretty sure I'm retaining daydreams and imaginings as memories while 'true' memories fade more with every passing second. But it's just so hard to remember to pull out my phone to snap pics while wonderful and amazing things are happening ...

Day #2

Fuck. Only the second day and I already failed — I totally forgot to do a quickie post after my nightly plank and stretch ritual.

So, yesterday: again inspired by Lisa Congdon's illustrations, I thought I should buy a sketchbook (don't know where my old ones are — if they haven't already disintegrated) and learn/start to sketch shit. Like, I've been thinking for my next papercutting project I want to do one of my own scribbles (prolly 'Hope') with something (flourish? shapes?) to hold the letters together.

Get motivated, Self!

Day #1

Saw this article from the fb feed and decided the advice from Lisa Congdon is rather doable. So here I am, back on the saddle — so to speak — attempting to get back into forming sentences that AREN'T mind-numbing, stupefying drivel about "the Library" is all rainbow-vomiting-unicorns Awesome™ and deserves a mention in the annual report, or how an e-resource is so pants-wettingly blow-your-mind Awesome™ and will save your crummy assignment. For the next 30 days at least, sentences will be formed, with or without coherence, intelligence, or sense.