most of this stuff is "process work" or as it will be known for the duration of this project, "space filler." we're going for emotion over technical accuracy, here.
hey, it's study abroad.
hey, it's study abroad.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Friday, August 6, 2010
scanning.
is what i'm doing right now, and since it takes a long time, i'm also telling you a story. and probably making lots of typing errors because
1. i am in a danish computer lab. so when i try to hit the key for the thing with two dots that i can't remember the name for because i haven't slept yet, i get this- Æ. colon, that's what i was trying to say. also, when i try to hit the apostrophe key, i get this- Ø.
iØm sorry, but how are these letters?
(incidentally, the question mark key, also hard to find.)'
2. haven't slept. which is normal enough for grad school and for me, but this time there is a story
and the story goes like this here:
i have this professor named heinrich. he's austrian and he's an adjunct at risd and he's adorable in that sweet old man with the rambling story kind of way, but not in the i want you to give engaging lectures and teach me and make sense and listen and explain stuff kind of way.
this is important for the next part of the story. if you are in design school, skip this part. this is the definition of a desk crit: the part of the project where you work really hard and then the professor walks around to look at what you are doing and tell you why you are stupid, ugly and should drop out of school.
most desk crits are challening, but in a helpful, making you a better person sort of way. desk crits with heinrich go like this. you explain where you left off last time (because he DOES NOT REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE, I PROMISE) and then he tells you a story about this time he went to a museum with his wife or the movie we saw in kolding (inception! so good! everyone on the facebook was right!) and then he takes a piece of paper and draws over your carefully drafted plan like that creeper little boy from the ring. every. single. time.
for two weeks.
and then finally you think you have everything figured out ( and your project is due in 4 days so you'd better, right) so you stay up really late and you spend 18 hours on drawings.
so that when he comes and does the ring thing on your drawing, you cry like a baby, and i don't mean you tear up, i mean you weep. to someone you don't know. in a room full of people you don't know. and it makes you feel super grown up.
and just because i know you think i'm exaggerating because maybe i did THAT ONE TIME i want to show you what heinrich drew on my plan yesterday at 3pm.
yesterday being friday. my project being due monday. turns out, designers don't sleep in copenhagen, either. school's great. you should defintely go.
disclaimer for my mother or anyone else who might actually be worried: okay, really, i'm finished with my drawings because of the staying up and i'm going to go to sleep and then build a model and i'm great and school's great and heinrich let me cry for an hour and said some lovely things about my work ethic and how he would stand up for me in my crit. total grandpa material.
1. i am in a danish computer lab. so when i try to hit the key for the thing with two dots that i can't remember the name for because i haven't slept yet, i get this- Æ. colon, that's what i was trying to say. also, when i try to hit the apostrophe key, i get this- Ø.
iØm sorry, but how are these letters?
(incidentally, the question mark key, also hard to find.)'
2. haven't slept. which is normal enough for grad school and for me, but this time there is a story
and the story goes like this here:
i have this professor named heinrich. he's austrian and he's an adjunct at risd and he's adorable in that sweet old man with the rambling story kind of way, but not in the i want you to give engaging lectures and teach me and make sense and listen and explain stuff kind of way.
this is important for the next part of the story. if you are in design school, skip this part. this is the definition of a desk crit: the part of the project where you work really hard and then the professor walks around to look at what you are doing and tell you why you are stupid, ugly and should drop out of school.
most desk crits are challening, but in a helpful, making you a better person sort of way. desk crits with heinrich go like this. you explain where you left off last time (because he DOES NOT REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE, I PROMISE) and then he tells you a story about this time he went to a museum with his wife or the movie we saw in kolding (inception! so good! everyone on the facebook was right!) and then he takes a piece of paper and draws over your carefully drafted plan like that creeper little boy from the ring. every. single. time.
for two weeks.
and then finally you think you have everything figured out ( and your project is due in 4 days so you'd better, right) so you stay up really late and you spend 18 hours on drawings.
so that when he comes and does the ring thing on your drawing, you cry like a baby, and i don't mean you tear up, i mean you weep. to someone you don't know. in a room full of people you don't know. and it makes you feel super grown up.
and just because i know you think i'm exaggerating because maybe i did THAT ONE TIME i want to show you what heinrich drew on my plan yesterday at 3pm.
yesterday being friday. my project being due monday. turns out, designers don't sleep in copenhagen, either. school's great. you should defintely go.
disclaimer for my mother or anyone else who might actually be worried: okay, really, i'm finished with my drawings because of the staying up and i'm going to go to sleep and then build a model and i'm great and school's great and heinrich let me cry for an hour and said some lovely things about my work ethic and how he would stand up for me in my crit. total grandpa material.
Monday, August 2, 2010
falling down.
in the midst of our final project, we took three days last week for another study tour, this time to the western part of denmark. naturally, like nearly all things danish, the study tour was fascinating and inspirational, however awkwardly timed it may have been.
we now have one week left before our exhibition goes up, which is, if nothing else, entirely laughable. ask me how many drawings i have completed. or models. or if indeed, i have anything resembling a project.
the answers to those questions are none. half of one. and no, not even a little bit. but i HAVE been thoroughly enjoying copenhagen, although i don't see that on your list of questions.
so obviously, yesterday i deserved a break from the studio, right? ok, no, i didn't. but my roommate caroline called to say she had just enjoyed a delicious salad and coffee from a new cafe we hadn't tried yet and wouldn't i like to come join her? and i would, as it turns out. especially once she uttered the magic words "sauteed goat cheese."
and i do not ride my bike with my computer. ever. because this would be a stupid thing to do. so stupid. how can i rephrase this. it would be really, really dumb.
but i haven't fallen off my bike yet. you know, in a whole five weeks. and there was no one in the studio to watch over my pretty computer while i was eating goat cheese so i had to take it with me. now, the reasonable thing to do would be run the computer home, bike, eat goat cheese, bike home, park bike, retrieve computer.
well, i am stupid. and unreasonable. and so i did not do the reasonable thing, but instead did the stupid thing. [bike, eat goat cheese, bike. all with the computer]. i figured if danes bike with their actual babies (and not just electronics that they love like a baby) i could do it.
i guess you could say i miscalculated on they following grounds:
1. i am not danish
1a. i have not been biking every day since i was 2 weeks old
2. i was pretty super nervous about the fact that i had my computer in my basket
3. this particular cafe is located in the middle of a construction zone
3a. with lots of one way streets that i had to bike the wrong way down
4. i was going a little too fast
5. i swerved to not get hit by a car and die
6. i fell and it hurt and i broke my bike
this might be the best time to say "MOM I AM FINE AND SO IS MY COMPUTER AND I WILL CALL YOU LATER, I PROMISE"
that being said, my hands and knees were shaking like dried leaves and i all but ran with my wheezing bike to the cafe so that i could check that i hadn't killed my darling computer (i hadn't), but i do have to make a trip to the bike hospital today. although, i am thrilled beyond words that i rented from a reputable bike dealer instead of buying a bike from the sketchy police auction. because i knew the day would come when i had to walk into the shop and say "here, i'm, as previously mentioned, functionally inept. please fix this"
and that day is today. do i even need to say what i learned here? don't bike with the computer, which i knew already. don't bike the wrong way down one way streets, which i probably knew, too. don't be stupid. stay home. do your work.
oh, but the goat cheese? while i won't go so far as to say "totally worth it," i will say, "delicious."
we now have one week left before our exhibition goes up, which is, if nothing else, entirely laughable. ask me how many drawings i have completed. or models. or if indeed, i have anything resembling a project.
the answers to those questions are none. half of one. and no, not even a little bit. but i HAVE been thoroughly enjoying copenhagen, although i don't see that on your list of questions.
so obviously, yesterday i deserved a break from the studio, right? ok, no, i didn't. but my roommate caroline called to say she had just enjoyed a delicious salad and coffee from a new cafe we hadn't tried yet and wouldn't i like to come join her? and i would, as it turns out. especially once she uttered the magic words "sauteed goat cheese."
and i do not ride my bike with my computer. ever. because this would be a stupid thing to do. so stupid. how can i rephrase this. it would be really, really dumb.
but i haven't fallen off my bike yet. you know, in a whole five weeks. and there was no one in the studio to watch over my pretty computer while i was eating goat cheese so i had to take it with me. now, the reasonable thing to do would be run the computer home, bike, eat goat cheese, bike home, park bike, retrieve computer.
well, i am stupid. and unreasonable. and so i did not do the reasonable thing, but instead did the stupid thing. [bike, eat goat cheese, bike. all with the computer]. i figured if danes bike with their actual babies (and not just electronics that they love like a baby) i could do it.
i guess you could say i miscalculated on they following grounds:
1. i am not danish
1a. i have not been biking every day since i was 2 weeks old
2. i was pretty super nervous about the fact that i had my computer in my basket
3. this particular cafe is located in the middle of a construction zone
3a. with lots of one way streets that i had to bike the wrong way down
4. i was going a little too fast
5. i swerved to not get hit by a car and die
6. i fell and it hurt and i broke my bike
this might be the best time to say "MOM I AM FINE AND SO IS MY COMPUTER AND I WILL CALL YOU LATER, I PROMISE"
that being said, my hands and knees were shaking like dried leaves and i all but ran with my wheezing bike to the cafe so that i could check that i hadn't killed my darling computer (i hadn't), but i do have to make a trip to the bike hospital today. although, i am thrilled beyond words that i rented from a reputable bike dealer instead of buying a bike from the sketchy police auction. because i knew the day would come when i had to walk into the shop and say "here, i'm, as previously mentioned, functionally inept. please fix this"
and that day is today. do i even need to say what i learned here? don't bike with the computer, which i knew already. don't bike the wrong way down one way streets, which i probably knew, too. don't be stupid. stay home. do your work.
oh, but the goat cheese? while i won't go so far as to say "totally worth it," i will say, "delicious."
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