Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin . . .

(Little shout out there to Steve Miller and his Band, in light of the quickly passing end of the semester. Where has the time gone? :) )

Today has been a busy journal day. First, I got Laura's "Ghost" journal from Amanda at our usual drop off spot (Outside/In Cafe in Moos Tower) and then I was able to finish up the ones I had on hand and drop them off at Julie's. We lost track of time (Julie, I totally forgot that you were supposed to be cleaning for your brother's arrival, sorry!!) and got to talking about design, jobs, summer, etc. It was nice to take a break and just chat for a while, outside of class.

I can't stress enough how much this project is teaching me about the design process. I just think it's amazing to see all the sorts of things that people are producing and so quickly; it's almost as though each page in every journal is the first draft of a project all its own. I'm glad that I'm documenting my own entries, because I think they will serve as 'creative food for thought' when I am brain-blocked -- and even better than looking at some commerical design journal, the work I will be looking at will be my own (copyright free, yeah!). I know that none of my pages are gallery worthy (yet), but I think they show how much creative energy is bottled up inside of me (and the rest of us).

We need to lessen the pressure on ourselves to only produce things when we're sure they will be "perfect". The truth is, even when we think something's "perfect", there will be a dozen people ready to critique it and tell us how it could be better. So why not get used to producing drafts? It takes the edge off and produces some incredible work. And the less time you spend perfecting an idea in your head, the more time you have to make it better in reality.

Time to do a book or two

I definitely have had plenty of time this weekend to be working on journals. And I definitely have not used my time wisely. Since Thursday, when i got them from Amanda, I've had Jenny's "I Heart Minneapolis" journal and Cynthia's "Impossible Things" journal. I'm not sure how to follow up Jim's "it's not a playboy bunny" bunny print . . . (which, by the way, he entered in the journal out of turn, because he was so dang anxious!:))

Books received Thursday, 9pm
Room B3 McNeal Hall
1985 Buford Ave

I had some more thoughts about "time" this weekend, but can't think of them right now. I'll have to post later.

Get 'em done

Last night we had class time to work on the journals and everything seems to be working out well. We're about half way done, which will work out perfect as next week is our last class. I finished Kristin's and Carrie's journals, and got two new ones to do this weekend. The day was sort of a double-dipper, as I got journals from Amanda, gave journals to Julie, and got two more from Amanda. How to keep up?!

To the (top) right is Carrie's Body Parts [modified] with a screen print of my body and my thumbprint for my face. I contemplated adding a tongue print in there somewhere, but the possibility of toxic paint was deterring (thanks for the advice, Carrie) :) Kristin's book's
require that we use a mechanical process to add to them. I tried to photocopy my addition to the front of the pages, but (story of my life) they printed on the back side. That's ok though, the directions say it's fine ;)

Meanwhile, I think I might be improving (a bit) at my photography skills. Granted, I have Andy's sweet camera to use, so that makes things a lot easier, but I still think that I'm getting more confident, if nothing else. Maybe that will be a summer project, to continue to improve my photography skills. We'll see. Now that I have no steady job, I'll have plenty of free time on my hands :)

Grab 'n' go

Moos Tower
Outside/In Cafe
12:40 pm

Yey! New journals from Amanda. Didn't have my camera with me and no internet service on my camera phone (i'm poor), so I'll have to post pictures later tonight.

Intercepted delivery

Yesterday I ran into Carrie in McNeal . . . she was looking for Kristin so she could deliver Jenny's journal to her. I intercepted the delivery and gave the book to Kristin in class. Seems like yesterday was the day of "Ange Delivers". Maybe I could make a business, sort of like Simon did. This also got me thinking about messenger bags, and how they started cropping up in the past 5 or so years . . . Funny, because we aren't really delivering anything, yet are we so "on the move" that we feel like messengers? Or delivery people? I don't know. I'm about to have a stressful meeting at work, so I can't think straight. Cut me some slack.

Backwards drop off

We all new this plan would have some internal flaws or need some tweaking, right? Today I picked up journals that James had and delivered them to Amanda (we work near each other, so it works out great). However, in the meantime, I'm still waiting for more journals! That's ok, I have plenty to do in the meantime.

Waiting . . .

Maybe one of the other things I will learn during this process is patience. I've been anxiously awaiting the arrival of new journals, but none have come all weekend (I know, I know, it's only been 2 days.) Luckily, I heard from Julie and she received the journals I delivered without any problems. Phew.