Nice

I would like my apartment to look like this.

I wouldn't mind working for apple either.

Dont let people borrow your things. They break them and thats that. mini ipod - gone. sony psp scratched. car dented. laptop, keyboard broken.

when did google become a verb?

From: Jim Adams [mailto:AdamsJB@mdusd.k12.ca.us]
Sent: Friday, October 21, 2005 1:27 PM
To: Grayson.Smith
Subject: Re: I guess I'm Alumni

Grayson, How fun to get your e mail and I did visit your website, impressive! Always nice to see a student pursue the art world dream. thanks for the note . and I wish you well, by the way teaching is still fun but not quite as much as when you were here. All the best, Jim Adams
On Oct 17, 2005, at 1:47 PM, Grayson.Smith wrote:

Mr. Adams,
You may or may not remember me, but I graduated in 2000. I had you for a few classes and I think I even T.A.’d for you for a quarter. I was just feeling nostalgic and “googling” names from when I was in school. I found the college park website and I thought I’d send you a letter. I can’t believe it’s been 5 years, but its really not that long at all. I hope you’re still having some amounts of fun teaching, I’m sure each year the kids get more and more frustrating. I had a lot of fun in your classes, I tried very hard to not goof off or talk when you were talking. Actually I tried very hard to take myself seriously when needed, and not take myself too seriously when it wasn’t needed.

I still live in the bay area (well…Emeryville) and I went to art school in SF and got myself a degree in Graphic Design. I just landed a job designing shirts and clothes for Mens and Boys lines at Mervyns HQ.

You did a great job, and like I said, I hope your job is still rewarding.

You might like my portfolio if you have a minute:
www.vectorbug.com

Take it easy!

Grayson Smith
Associate Textile Graphic Designer
Mervyns

Deposit

I'm going to give living on my own a shot. A month ago I almost moved in next door, but I decided I really like living with Jenn, that was a mistake. So, I'm apartment hunting! I've found a couple places by the lake that look ok. I'm going to look around piedmont too.

I was paid last week so I can pay people, like my parents, back for emergency loans. I hate loans. I hate debt. Grar.

Anyways, I'm going to find some breakfast and scout.

I can't wait until I can finally leave my bike in the house.

pour

I *hate* the sound of liquid being poured into a container (think of beer or soda ads on the radio). I don't know why but its an irrational irritation that I have.

Luckily I sit right next to the water cooler at work.

Second star to the right and straight on till morning.

In a perfect world we're all phsyically fit and happy eating boiled chicken and corn with a side of sweet potatoes with a pinch of salt and a glass of orange juice. We've got a cheap fast car from a friend who got a newer one and had too many. But we don't really need it because our bikes get us to work faster.

Our significant others look just like the ones we're with in our dreams. When we wake we kiss our dreamy loved ones and make our way to work, which is either in the next room or down the street in a well lit area.

There is no loneliness, no yelling. No confusion and doubt. The only thing we're waiting for is our raise next week or for the movie to start. We never cry in the shower, we never walk away mad. Theres just a perfect equalibrium with our unconcious fantasies. There is certainly no debt.

In a perfect world there is no need to go back to any service. No flats, no knots, no plaque. No loans, no desire for the next best thing, this time designed with aluminum rather than plastic. Everything looks great the first time and it actually is the last one we'll ever need.

When we're done with work, we're done and go home.

At the end of the day, there is warmth, cookies and soft smiles. Nothing in the mail, but maybe a postcard or a package sitting at the door. Theres nothing like getting something good in the mail.

Nothing doesnt make sense.

In a perfect world we're 5 and its the last day of school, or its just the last day of something we've been doing every day for longer than we can remember and finally, change is here. Things are going to be different and fresh. Again. Perhaps the greatest day in the perfect world is the last day of our lives. The biggest change, the most unknown ahead, calming and warming, holding hands and walking to that light. We can finally relax, just like before we grew up.

uh

Now that I've got a job I can "relax" my website. Unbuckle the belt like after thanksgiving dinner. It doesnt need to be commercial and clean anymore. It can be post-modern and avant garde and all that.

Or just jibberish and broken.

Electronic Arts

http://biz.yahoo.com/bw/051005/55736.html?.v=1

Under the terms of the settlement, the claims of the alleged class will be dismissed, and EA will make a total payment of $15.6 million to cover all claims by the class members, plaintiffs' attorney fees, any incentive payments to the named plaintiffs and all administrative costs of the settlement. Any portion of the settlement fund that is unclaimed by class members will go to the Jackie Robinson Foundation, a national nonprofit organization that awards college scholarships to minority students, with a preference toward students interested in studying interactive entertainment.

Fortunately, as far as I can tell I got paid for all my hours (I was not salary). My second paycheck was 179 hours though.

Illegal Art

In 1998, Kembrew McLeod trademarked the phrase "Freedom of Expression" and created a zine with that title. He enlisted a friend, Brendan Love, to pose as the publisher of an imaginary punk rock magazine also called Freedom of Expression, whom he then pretended to sue. McLeod hired a lawyer and didn't let her in on the hoax. The lawyer sent a cease-and-desist letter to Love:

We represent Kembrew McLeod of Sunderland, Massachusetts, the owner of the federally registered trademark, FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION ... Your company has been using the mark Freedom of Expression ... Such use creates a likelihood of confusion in the market and also creates a substantial risk of harm to the reputation and goodwill of our client. This letter, therefore, constitutes formal notice of your infringement of our client’s trademark rights and a demand that you refrain from all further use of Freedom of Expression.

Shortly thereafter, the Daily Hampshire Gazette ran an interview with McLeod. He played it straight, telling the paper, "I didn't go to the trouble, the expense and the time of trademarking Freedom of Expression just to have someone else come along and think they can use it whenever they want." Two years later, when McLeod asked to reprint the Gazette article in his book Owning Culture, the paper denied him permission.

Bottom of the totem

Sometimes I wish I could work from home just because its so nice, despite the distractions I have there (video games, cats, fish, my bike, my car, no boss etc...)