I am so FUCKED. My work for Terroir has accidentally been nominated for Outstanding Restaurant Graphics by the Beard House.
Definitely gonna use the awards night to pimp our tshirts. I have a Howard Johnsons colored blue text on orange "Terroir T Shirts Still Only $19" that I am gonna wear with a pink tuxedo.
So, so weird.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
When Do My Tweets Eat My Blog?
Worse than a new format eating my blog bit by bit, it's a different persona in some respects.
http://twitter.com/terroirNY
Perhaps having a clearly defined identity (secret ID, if you will) is part of it. The 140 character limit and the built in social networking are sticky aspects as well. Hmmm.
Perhaps a guilty pleasure is that I like clearly defined (cartoony even) avatars. Stan Lee is not exactly Stanley Lieber, nor Joey Ramone, Jeffery Hyman. From this place in history, Philip Guston just seems like a joke name and Goldstein seems to be the painter whose forms and contradictions I love. "Guston" is almost a Jewish joke, and the salami on rye quality of his late work's multiple ironies partly turn on that moniker.
The name Kirby, on the other hand, is sharp like a pickle. Maybe the level of assimilation that Jack Kirby was headed for was so modest -- and so transparent -- that it doesn't rankle as in authentic.
Digressions aside... ah, what is there besides digression and regression anyway? Productivity porn just seems to stem partly from urgent failure, but also from a lack of self acceptance. You get all dressed up in a shiny font and the next thing you know you can't tolerate the squalor that your soul effortlessly exudes.
Look Ma! A shiny To Do list!
That's all for now. Looks like I'm gonna Tweet, Blog, Tumble, Fumble, Grumble.
HRRRM.
http://twitter.com/terroirNY
Perhaps having a clearly defined identity (secret ID, if you will) is part of it. The 140 character limit and the built in social networking are sticky aspects as well. Hmmm.
Perhaps a guilty pleasure is that I like clearly defined (cartoony even) avatars. Stan Lee is not exactly Stanley Lieber, nor Joey Ramone, Jeffery Hyman. From this place in history, Philip Guston just seems like a joke name and Goldstein seems to be the painter whose forms and contradictions I love. "Guston" is almost a Jewish joke, and the salami on rye quality of his late work's multiple ironies partly turn on that moniker.
The name Kirby, on the other hand, is sharp like a pickle. Maybe the level of assimilation that Jack Kirby was headed for was so modest -- and so transparent -- that it doesn't rankle as in authentic.
Digressions aside... ah, what is there besides digression and regression anyway? Productivity porn just seems to stem partly from urgent failure, but also from a lack of self acceptance. You get all dressed up in a shiny font and the next thing you know you can't tolerate the squalor that your soul effortlessly exudes.
Look Ma! A shiny To Do list!
That's all for now. Looks like I'm gonna Tweet, Blog, Tumble, Fumble, Grumble.
HRRRM.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
First World Problem:
Shuffle 3.0 is the one that makes me glad I stayed with MP3 over AAC. I love my gen 1 & 2 Shuffles, but if they both crapped out, this is where Sony & Samsung get a chance. Remote on a proprietary headphone? Ugh.
One thing that has been satisfying about the Shuffles so far is that they had physical buttons that click, like iPod 1st gen. Sweaty exercise fingers like this.
Shuffle 3.0 is the one that makes me glad I stayed with MP3 over AAC. I love my gen 1 & 2 Shuffles, but if they both crapped out, this is where Sony & Samsung get a chance. Remote on a proprietary headphone? Ugh.
One thing that has been satisfying about the Shuffles so far is that they had physical buttons that click, like iPod 1st gen. Sweaty exercise fingers like this.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Math Anxiety Will Tear Us Apart
So, I have been doing tshirts for Terroir for a year now. (As part of my participation in this wine project/bar/batcave.) Here is a shirt I made as a gift or part of a conversation, which points the way. How much www.lowlywaiter.com intersects with these kinds of things interests me, as I intended that series to be a limited, utterly indulgent experiment, pure R & D.
(The next one will read "Math Anxiety Will Tear Us Apart".)
(The next one will read "Math Anxiety Will Tear Us Apart".)
New Museum: "OOOH it's so sterile!" (Lisa Simpson)
This was a glossy version of a show that could have been held at
Storefront for Architecture. How meta is an exhibit about a magazine about cities in a building which is its own statement on sleek postmodernism in the still gritty Bowery?
Dizzy.
New Museum in general is glossy and sleek in an OK way. I would like to
move in there and install some skateboard ramps and my comic collection.
Barring that, they have some good politically oriented stuff and some perfume ad shite video art.
Storefront for Architecture. How meta is an exhibit about a magazine about cities in a building which is its own statement on sleek postmodernism in the still gritty Bowery?
Dizzy.
New Museum in general is glossy and sleek in an OK way. I would like to
move in there and install some skateboard ramps and my comic collection.
Barring that, they have some good politically oriented stuff and some perfume ad shite video art.
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