Mac For Designers

http://vimeo.com/8050165

my first motion piece ! MOOOOVING IMAGESSSS OHHHHHHH

The Stroll

http://vimeo.com/8023960

That's the movie me and my friends made for our class Basic Video for Designers. We made it in a jiffy so DEALWITHIT!

*may or may not be based on actual events in my life

SNAX

I'm addicted to pomegranates!

THIS IS REAL

Inspiration Dump

I think the trick around here is to just be friendly to everyone (cause ya never know if youregonnaseethemthenextdayanditwillbeawkwardashelllll), mix your work with humor and your humor with work (same thing? EH), make little things for yourself, and EATCHOCOLATEPRETZELSTILLYOUPUKE!!!

Listen listen listen!

Check out my friend's great new tunes here! I made the album art weeeeeeeeeeeee

Boy, I've realized that I have increasingly been going out of my way to avoid awkward (or even social) situations. Like last year I found really long routes to and from my dorm to wherever just so I didn't have to see anyone I knew along the way. And a couple months ago I found myself driving all the way home just to avoid a party I didn't want to go to. And I repeatedly wake up really early on weekends just so I can be in the studio by myself. And yesterday I slept in the dorm next door just so I didn't have to talk to my roommate's friends. This is crazy, right?!

Ridiculous

In the studio by myself, eating chocolate pretzels. WHAT UP SUNDAY AFTERNOON!

Cultural critiques/DOWN WITH CAPITALISM

Uh, WHAT THE F#@%&*#!* HELL IS THIS?

What is this world coming to? Is nothing sacred anymore?

Also, a new song for Tiffanie. I'm not sure how I feel about it to be honest. Commercializing our favorite beverage.

I want to go live in a treehouse.

Death by social theory

And you want to know the craziest part? (I secretly love it.)

miss chu T^3

Um

I put these little dudes all around our dorm the other day.

in other news,

DEATH BY DESIGN

srsly.

Mental breakdowns and rainy days

I'm taking a mental health day. Haven't done a speck of work yet. Rainy days are real nice. Things here are cozy. I'm making myself a cup of tea--sitting on my windowsill smoking, looking out at the river, listening to beautiful music, thinking about how crazy life can be. Also considering going into a mild state of hermitage, just because it's so nice to be alone. I'm missing home a lot though.

Studio / Post / Two

I told Lu that I would post the back of the poster so here it is!

7th hour in the studio today

maybe 3 more?

________

30 or so symbols done?

30 or so more

________

8% of Tiffanie is awake (but happy!)

92% of Tiffanie is definitely asleep (and still happy!). No question mark.

Studio / Post / One

I'm pretty much settled into my little studio! And since I've moved in, I've been working on that (above). It started off as a book jacket but my teacher suggested (and by "suggested" I mean Ibetterfuckingdoit) to make a little booklet instead. So! I'm stuck at the moment and I thought I'd share what I had so far. As well as THIS . Amazing, amazing Iranian funk music!

also,

many, many variations of this are to come!

Beans, beans are good for the heart

Here is my roooooooooooooooooooooom. Now Tiffanie, get your ass over here.

Love,
Lu

First Off

New school! New roommate! New DORM!!

Lots of Little Random Somethings

Finally bought some much needed things for the upcoming school year! ...like these necessary socks and slippies. 

Acres are still burning here at home which has prevented me from spending lots of time outdoors and making friends with the bad air quality. So! I have found myself watching a string of Fred Astaire, Gene Kelly, and (although not a dancer or singer by any means) Gregory Peck films. Oh yes, that's right, I'm partying like it's 1935!!! 

#s:

5 days since Lucy has left (basically 5 days of MOURNING)

7 days until I move to Valencia (basically a week until I realize that I'm moving to Valencia)

3 days til Spamalot (basically 3 days until all my dreams come true!!)

Sad kitty all alone in Boston

This picture represents my anguish at no longer being near Tiffanie. I miss Los Angeles and besties and soda changs and lazy front porch days and nights. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!

lurve you all.

Blake

TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies	5
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?	10
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp	15
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?	20
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Old Timers

(beautiful photos I found on flickr / a good portion of my morning) 

My hours got cut again at the library. I now work a whopping 15 hours a week. How am I supposed to feed the kids and pay for little Timmy's braces? Oh, economy! 

But on that note, I, as well as my friend John, received a FREEEE dinner last night from my high school art teacher. Of course we went for the company and not the food (but those spicy tuna rolls and sweet potato tempura were yumyum in the tumtum). But listening to Mz. Lee tell stories about her kids, husband, teachings, and love for soft-shell crab (among many other things) was utterly fascinating and refreshing. Oh, genuineness! 

And speaking of people I love, so crazy excited for Lucy to come home! Oh, besties! 

Scrap(book) and Crap

A healthy mix of ticket stubs, drawings, and a parking ticket. 

My one true love

A sad day--I realized, once again, that Calvin and Hobbes is over. And that there is no way to contact Bill Watterson to express my thanks for all of his beautiful work. This realization is like one of those mornings when you wake up and think, "Hmm, I need to go feed my kitty," only to have it hit you, once again, that your cat died a week ago, at which point all the saddness comes rushing back. For those of you who are dog people or who are not particularly inclined towards pets, this could also be a euphamism for other losses. Anyway. Today I really miss Calvin and Hobbes.

Knowing you, it's quite likely that you've already heard this

I figured I would share this with Tiffanie and the wide world of Bottle Rocketeers readers out there, given the optimum timing, even though it's been around a while, and Tiffanie, the ardent Jens lover she is, will almost certainly have heard it already. Either way, listen here!

I don't really take pictures the way Tiff does, so please forgive the shameless photoboothing. This is the inside cover to the notebook I've been writing/drawing/pasting in. It's been very therapeutic recently to stream-of-consciousness word-upchuck onto the page. It helps with my endless quest to be a better listener. I tend to talk a lot, so I've been trying to sit back and enjoy silence more, as opposed to chattering on aimlessly. But sometimes I can't help myself. And sometimes, I don't care that I can't help myself!

I'm coming home for the last week in August, and possibly for the last two. Tiffanie--I'm glad you had fun baking cookies with my sister. I am exceedingly jealous, which was quite possibly your intention in leaving me that message full of giggles and shrieks and the sizzling of freshly prepared baked goods in the background. The two of you were obviously having the time of your life, and I wish I could have been there. But we'll be reunited before too long! And to the rest of Los Angeles--I miss you, too! I guess I'm more of a hometown girl than I thought!

Day Off

Haikus

Sweet trip to Lucy

Museums and food galore 

I suck at yoga 

Work is pretty great

Can't complain, everyone's sweet  

A long way home though 

Hilli's in Portland 

Hannah left for Hawaii

Lucy is gone too 

But summer is fun! 

Bumming around with old pals 

Shitty art shows though 

Tidbits

So I took these photos of my dorm for... memories sake? No, that's not right. Proof? Evidence? That's more like it. But I actually enjoyed living in a space where everything I needed was literally in arm's reach. Interesting experience overall but I'm pretty darn glad I'm not moving to the room next door this fall (true story if I were to stay at UCLA)!  

_______________________

Dear San Francisco, 

I am flying to you Wednesday morning! Wait right there. 

Sincerely, 

Tiffanie T. 

P.S. 

Keep the weather on the warm side, if possible. 

Generalizations

(what Hannah left me on the kitchen table before we left the house for a walk.. and I did eat him, for those curious to know)

(A little collage I made last weekend when I realized the fantastic patterns security envelopes have!)

PS 

YAY

FOR 

JENS