Business Travel.

I remember in my elementary school gym there were these huge icons of athletes playing all kinds of sports. I stared at these things all the time because I was amazed at how much information a few shapes could convey. I've spent today making similar images, but of a business traveler in a hotel room. They're slightly depressing and not very athletic.

Frames.

Today i made and tiled this image as my desktop. Trying out a new organization system. it's working well. My next project will be to redesign the folder icons.

It is raining.

Work Station.

We are Envisioners. We work at a high table and get eight times more work done than employees at sea-level. Computers are for music and porn, we draw the future in ink.



Here, we have our "tools." To us, tools are anything that lets us do our work better...markers, papers, music, flowers, cushions, each other--all instrumental in the tough business of idea generation and tracking. More importantly, we have space (horizontal AND vertical). We also have desks, but really we prefer to work at the table. Ask anyone, we're usually here. People have told us that they often overhear delightful and inspiring conversations as they pass by. Here at the "high table" even talking about the recession is fun. It's not to say that you can't have a successful work environment without this setup, but comfort and convenience make work tolerable - nay - enjoyable. We believe every employee should make it a priority to look and feel their best always. So if you're wondering whether or not you should buy that couch with your company card, remember what famed computer scientist Grace Hopper said, "it is easier to ask forgiveness than it is to get permission."

Things you can't see in the picture: Coffee machine, bathroom, high ceilings, flattering lighting

I really like book covers.

I want to make some toy books.

Influenza ( i think )

Friday. I shouldnt have gone to work. I knew i wasnt feeling well. I hate other people when they go in sick, but im surrounded by masochists who also like their jobs. I did spend all day on the couch at work, basically what i would have done at home, only i was spreading my disease, i guess. Either way, i left early. i slept. i slept it off i thought on Saturday morning. but no. i was wrong. It's monday and I'm still retarded.

It doesnt really matter. I mean, my general feeling is that sometimes you get fucking sick. It's not a big deal, a microbial war that your body has to fight inside while the rest of you takes it easy on the outside. It's just uncomfortable. So, it's like, do I take medicine JUST SO THAT I'M COMFORTABLE? seems so dumb. I'll take vitamins. You know...I view them as weaponry. but, do my soldiers need blankets? What happens when I'm in REAL pain??

The bad thing is that i have three roommates. Which means that my germs are getting spread in four completely separate directions throughout the city. Spread and magnified. I better be better tomorrow.

the "Holidays"

Something told me the quotations were needed.

Going home for the holidays was sort of fun in retrospect, but there's something about actually being home that puts me on edge. i don't know why. To me, the real world is that lifestyle which i encounter when i return to my hometown. I don't know if I'm cut out for it. It looks hard.

But, you know...it was christmas, and we did all the christmas stuff and it was fun.

midnight mass...well without actually going inside.


visits,
(Grandmom)


kids were around,




and plenty to eat and drink.