Second Circle, Apartment 3G

Poor Pachelbel

Reduced to his Canon
"that wedding music"
according to the girls at Borders
who called me ma'am

ugh

Autumn

Hear our prayers for healing the
wounds of the past seasons.
Open our ears to the rutting sounds
of the elk and the moose.
Our eyes to the clouds of migrating birds,
and our hearts to stillness.
West Wind, below through us. Bring us your
blessings and your wisdom.

-- Susan Chernak McElroy, Why Buffalo Dance

Air-Stabbing Myself in the Chest

Steelers are Teh Suck!!!111

Haven't Laughed So Hard

Since I drove into the "road closed" sign with my car. Which was only Thursday.



More feline silliness here.

Information Graphic

Even after several days vacation *yay* and feeling better emotionally, mentally, and physically than I have in about three months, I'm still not writing.

To tide you loyal hawklets over until the muse drops by for tea, I'll share the work-in-progress of my Information Graphic for class. It's a visual depiction of the known species on earth, broken down into 16 large categories. If the 980 gymnosperms in the world are represented by this one gingko leaf:

Then the 950,000 species of insects look like this:

'Cuz God is inordinately fond of beetles, that's why.

Learning Illustration

In addition to learning to be logical (which I've found I'm actually extremely good at - I currently have earned 105.4% of the possible points in the class), I'm also learning illustration this semester.

From my earliest memory, I've always been a drawer (that's "draw-er," not like the sock drawer). Until three or four years ago, I used to draw every day - either in my electives in college (mostly art and design) or as part of my journal. Something happened those three or four years ago, and I stopped, and I'm not quite sure why.

So here I am, rusty with the pencils and struggling in my "Imaging and Illustration" class; having difficulty adjusting to the process of thumbnailing and roughing and sketching; so used to turning on the computer, whipping out the graphic stylus, and firing up Illustrator, only to be disappointed that the output on the screen doesn't match the vision in my head. The professor gave me some exercises to practice technique and to learn to see shapes and planes better and how they stack and build in the software to produce results. And the results are, I think, fantastic.



I'm going to try to do some drawing every day again. I have a whole notebook of jotted down scraps of conversations, ideas, and miscellaneous odd ends just waiting to be illustrated.

Rain, Rain, Go Away

If It's Mandatory for Me to do This

...then please stop calling me a "volunteer."