Post Vacation Comedown
Still suffering from serious Hussy Withdrawl. It's the luxury of being around these amazing people for such a solid stretch of time, then having the exposure abruptly cut off. It's like the first stages of falling in love, the enamoration, the need to see and be seen, to show the love and affection, the snark and succinction, the lack of cessation. I'm still so amazed and awed that I've met all of these amazing women, that in addition to them, that I've met these amazing people who really don't live in my computer, but who I sort of think of as being housed there, living their lives in the circuitry.
One of the things I find so lovely, and so sort of smack me upside the head with a primer amazing about my hussies is, well, how nice they are. Not just to me, but to each other. And well, yeah. To me as well. I look at them, and really I should be the odd girl out, and perhaps in some ways I am. I'm certainly the WASPish off us all, not Catholic, not even the catch and release kind. The closest anyone in my gene pool has gotten to the Catholic Church is probably knowing that Pater Noster is Latin. We're as northern European as you get. Scandihoovian and Scot and a little cranky and crazy german in there to mix it up with the lone Greek who got lost in his vacation from the long arm of the law. I live far from my family, am an only child, am certainly the girliest and frilliest and most frivolous of the five of us, and yet I know without a doubt that I am welcome and accepted by these amazing, gracious women who I just like and admire so very much. It's a sort of astonishing feeling, to look at difference, to see commanality.
And I trace so much of that commonality back to words, to the ones written for media, to the ones we write ourselves, to the ways in which our words serve as both barriers and bridges, the way they shape and form our perceptions of each other, the way those perceptions are breached and broken and freed once it's possible to put together the living, breathing person with the shape those words have already formed in our hearts and minds.
I find that the same thing is inevitably true about many of the people I've met in real time who I met here first. I'm astonished and awed by the flesh and bone person behind the words, seeing who they are and knowing there's this huge, looming part of them that exists in tandem, that exists outside of themselves, their talent and tangibility, their words.
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rubberneck and I played around with many of the design toys on my laptop, and I really have come to the conclusion that for me, using words as a design element is bullshit. Yes, the words are there. Yes, placement is important, size and shape and texture are all important, but the words themselves come with meaning, come with synasthetic meaning as well as textual meaning and that in of itself is important. If you include text, and you don't want anyone to read it, that's fine, but acknowledge that it's text, acknowledge that the words have meaning. Otherwise, fill it in with random letters, dammit, because my words have meaning, my words have weight and shape and scope and I want that acknowledged, even if I'm the only one acknowledging it. A close friend of mine is a designer, and she's big on text as a design element, but it makes me a little crazy, the randomosity of the words, of the text, the way the letters are stripped of meaning, left only to be shapes.
I also bought some art supplies to start pursuing my art project in 3D. I'm very excited, and will be even more excited if I can get the transperancy from my acrylics that I think I can.
One of the things I find so lovely, and so sort of smack me upside the head with a primer amazing about my hussies is, well, how nice they are. Not just to me, but to each other. And well, yeah. To me as well. I look at them, and really I should be the odd girl out, and perhaps in some ways I am. I'm certainly the WASPish off us all, not Catholic, not even the catch and release kind. The closest anyone in my gene pool has gotten to the Catholic Church is probably knowing that Pater Noster is Latin. We're as northern European as you get. Scandihoovian and Scot and a little cranky and crazy german in there to mix it up with the lone Greek who got lost in his vacation from the long arm of the law. I live far from my family, am an only child, am certainly the girliest and frilliest and most frivolous of the five of us, and yet I know without a doubt that I am welcome and accepted by these amazing, gracious women who I just like and admire so very much. It's a sort of astonishing feeling, to look at difference, to see commanality.
And I trace so much of that commonality back to words, to the ones written for media, to the ones we write ourselves, to the ways in which our words serve as both barriers and bridges, the way they shape and form our perceptions of each other, the way those perceptions are breached and broken and freed once it's possible to put together the living, breathing person with the shape those words have already formed in our hearts and minds.
I find that the same thing is inevitably true about many of the people I've met in real time who I met here first. I'm astonished and awed by the flesh and bone person behind the words, seeing who they are and knowing there's this huge, looming part of them that exists in tandem, that exists outside of themselves, their talent and tangibility, their words.
rubberneck and I played around with many of the design toys on my laptop, and I really have come to the conclusion that for me, using words as a design element is bullshit. Yes, the words are there. Yes, placement is important, size and shape and texture are all important, but the words themselves come with meaning, come with synasthetic meaning as well as textual meaning and that in of itself is important. If you include text, and you don't want anyone to read it, that's fine, but acknowledge that it's text, acknowledge that the words have meaning. Otherwise, fill it in with random letters, dammit, because my words have meaning, my words have weight and shape and scope and I want that acknowledged, even if I'm the only one acknowledging it. A close friend of mine is a designer, and she's big on text as a design element, but it makes me a little crazy, the randomosity of the words, of the text, the way the letters are stripped of meaning, left only to be shapes.I also bought some art supplies to start pursuing my art project in 3D. I'm very excited, and will be even more excited if I can get the transperancy from my acrylics that I think I can.