back in chicago, finally. blew a tire in alachua, florida (wherever that is); slept in the car for five hours waiting for the tire repair joint to open. didn’t pack any cold weather clothes, so jonno and the sturtle got to see me in the same cute outfit (fun-fur sweater, rave pants by custard shop) for days on end. caught a cold, then came home. spent my first twenty-four hours asleep. and now there’s another blog in my house. and proof that interracial love can sprout: the boredinsomniac’s on windows; my mac-based network doesn’t seem to mind. yet.
we’re so benetton.
are you curious about optimizing your online work for AOL users? me neither. nevertheless, peeking under AOL’s hood piques my interest just a teensy bit.
now that the media climate has, like, really crashed, may we begin jabbing fingers at things we hated about mid-nineties imagery? please? yes? thanks. my vote for most hated media icon of the dotconomy: stock photography of perky people looking up. uch, what a mess: empowering tiny-dicked marketers to literally look down upon their audiences. wake me when these stop being used.
all the reactionary 911 statements you could ever want…straight from the design community. if nothing else, decent proof that design’s surfaces are a leetle bit out of touch with modern naive art forms.
funny thing is: i used to babysit the drummer. he was loud then, too. need road tunes? say no more.
sick of the AIGA‘s self-referential twittering? tired of the ACD‘s endless wallowing and rescheduling? of course you are. and you’re paying attention to your networking skills like a good little design professional, aren’t you? you better be; things are still looking crappy.
persuasive enough? good. now get thee to anonymous federated. swank, no doubt.
is your life black? does your soul howl with sorrow from the wastelands of desire? do you have the slightest clue what that means? most importantly, do you look totally cute in a corset and bettie page wig? then honey, gothic chicago‘s your place.
so you’re a designer. you’ve got a few clients who suddenly aren’t paying you. you’re not alone, missy. zeldman speaks on the subject.
all about* anonymous federated’s first event.
*i realize it’s bad form to blog your boyfriend and cop his content (possibly a worse crime since it was written/edited/posted about ten feet away). but i’m busy re-designing afyt for 2002. a busy girl has to cut corners somewhere.
psst. hey you. the geek with the mac. you know you wanna run a server.
but i ended up exposing myself to horrors too terrible to tell.
and so i share them with you.
ah, finally: someone documented my favorite chicago sign: “let’s pet puppies!” i pass this sign every time i walk up ashland to a certain household. always makes me giggle. thanks, lacey!
me: chester and roger black and some friends are coming to dinner tonight. we gotta clean up a little.
su: who’s roger black?
me: :::stare::: you’re kidding.
su: oh. neat. :::begins dusting:::
names given to (and observations upon) my fellow clubgoers this fine friday evening:
1) jesus leguizamo (one part male hairdresser, one part comedian, one part pvc freak, one part cheech, add pointy fake lizard shoes, shimmy vigorously)
2) miss retail 2002 (borrows everything from the boutique where she works, daring anyone to clock her on it - never mind that i know where she works and i know those shoes cost three weeks’ pay)
3) individually-wrapped slices (inappropriately tight jumpsuit laced up the sides, belly still erupts over the top)
4) “you got your fun fur cowl-necked sweater, you got your black satin jeans, you got your four-inch platforms, and you got it topped off with silver wraparounds and a black cowboy hat. compositional nightmare. i have no idea how to look at this person.”
5) little miss where’s-my-pole (barbie hair, pvc evertything, stilletto heels, g-string exposed, looking for coke)
6) la mop (bouncy drunk chick with long naturally curly hair which is coming to get you. nearly took out my contact lenses with said weapon)
7) balloon on a stick (great big head, little tiny body. possible eating disorder, obvious issues with the diffuser on her hair dryer)
8) “nobody’s wears victorian goth any more and that’s a textbook justification standing by the bar.”
