i dyed some more wool today.
i call this colorway “the hero of canton.”
I am crushing on this yarn right now.
Day 13: Favorite Trap/Puzzle
Last semester my party had to navigate a fun puzzle mostly of my own creation with a bit of inspiration from a puzzle in Final Fantasy XII. The premise was they came upon a door with 10 keyholes. Via perception and Arcana checks they deduced that the door could…
I don’t know. I still think that puzzle that led to my proposal was your finest work. =)
I was talking with a friend the other day and we got on the subject of not feeling good enough about what we do, particularly our creative work, when it’s put into context with the work of other people.
I’m sure this is a pretty common experience, especially among college students who are crammed into classes together and told to perform. It always seems that no matter how hard I try, how much of my heart and soul I put into something, there is always someone else who is simply brilliant. They make it look effortless, and I wonder if there’s something wrong with me on some fundamental level.
But there’s not. There’s nothing wrong with me (a statement that is so very difficult to believe). I just have this piece of my brain that’s always comparing myself and my work with others and telling me that what I’m doing will never be as good as the other stuff out there. I have this ache to make something that other people think is cool, or says something important, or touches them in some way.
During Finals Season, this is the thought that often gets stuck in a sort of feedback loop in my brain. I have lots of papers, projects, and other random assignments taking up my attention and spreading my creative energies thin, which makes me feel that I’m unable to give my best to any of them. I’m never satisfied with the end results because I’m always seeing how they could be better.
And workshops during this time are the worst. I tend to work on things in small chunks every day. I am anything but a procrastinator. So, I’ll bring in the paper that I’ve been working on since the day it was assigned and that I put a lot of work into and I’m mildly proud of, then I’ll get paired up with the person who wrote their paper two hours before class, and there’s will seem so much better than my own.
Are they so much better? I don’t know. I know I’m hard on myself, so I can’t say whether they are or not objectively. And when you factor in the fact that paper topics have a wide spectrum, subjectivity comes into play.
That mindset is another problem in itself. Things shouldn’t have to be “better” or “worse,” and deep down I know that, but I can’t stop thinking that it’s somehow a competition to have the best idea. Ideas just are — especially in the realm of literary interpretation and all those other college assignments.
But that’s how we’re conditioned to think of things, isn’t it? Not that conditioning makes for a good excuse, since I’m obviously aware of the problems that arise from my mindset, but it’s good to keep that in mind. The mindset I have isn’t going to be one I just snap out of after 20 years of having it ingrained into my head. It’s going to take time and constant, conscious effort.
When I’m listening to the Le Tigre Pandora station, I always “thumbs down” when they play an all-male band.
I started playing Wind Waker last week, and it has re-awakened my love of video games. (picture from firsthour.net)
It scares me that there’s only 1000 reblogs.
It scares me that there’s only 3000 reblogs.
how old is google?
google is 13 today
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AW YES IT’S GO-TIME
I’ve probably mentioned this a couple times on this blog, but one of the totally awesome things I’m doing to finish my senior year of college is beginning a nation-wide survey of comic artists and communities. I’m interested in the changes in group dynamics, in artistic influences, preferred media, and even career goals. I want to see where the medium and the artists are headed from the ground-up, and as far as I know there is very little being written about that perspective.
To that end, I’ll be traveling to three cities this spring- Savannah, San Fransisco, and Portland- to conduct in-person interviews. It doesn’t matter if you’re a professional or a hobbyist, if you are interested in talking about your work and your comics community, I want to listen.If you are in these cities and want to be interviewed during my visit, send me a message through Tumblr and we can start making arrangements.
For those of you who are not in these places, or otherwise can’t meet me: I still want to talk to you! I’ll just have to do it through Skype or another online program. For now, my research is sticking to the United States, so unfortunately I can only interview US artists. However, I would love love love to expand this investigation to other parts of the world, so if you have an interest in me researching your area’s comics culture, please let me know!
Even if you don’t fit any of these, please reblog this post so that more people can get a chance to see this message. The more people that I can talk to, the better view I can get. Thank you so much for reading this, I hope you have a great day.
WOAH LOOK AT THIS COOL THING THAT ZEST IS DOING! You should help him! I got interviewed! I KNOW LOTS OF Y’ALLS ARE ALSO ART/COMICS PEOPLE.
(also, Zesty, if you’re ever coming through Indianapolis, let me know and I’ll show you all the good places to eat)
Thank you! 8’D
I am just blown away from the number of responses I’ve already gotten from this post. You guys are so friendly and so frigging talented. I’m responding to notes as fast as I can, but let’s keep it going!
Reposting because I know this guy, and I know his heart is wrapped up in this project, and I want to do everything I can to help.
“You’re still going to get criticized, so you might as well do whatever the fuck you want.”— Kathleen Hanna (via brandonxwillis)
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shotinthefeels asked: Thoughts on the Yahoo buying Tumblr debate?
I think Yahoo definitely bought Tumblr.