I spent my entire day working on the final project for a class: a magazine redesign. Okay, I wasn't working on it for the two hours I was at Paesano's being fed pheasant and bigoli pasta and a big juicy glass of wine. For the redesign, I've been working on WildBird because a) it needs it and b) I like birds. (I especially like them in a ragu with bigoli.)
The project really came together this evening, and I keep looking at how...now, this might sound silly...but how
real it looks. Like, this could actually be on a shelf in a bookstore:
Like, holy shit, I finally feel like I'm good at something.
Like I'm finally real.
It only took 34 years.
1 comment:
Oh, c'mon now; you've been good at making me feel jus' a little bit slow fer as long as I've known you. :)
the Phillistine
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