today has been one of those days, all manner of hysterical running around, putting out small fires, starting a few under peoples ass. what’s truly funny is that through all of this i haven’t actually done any design work. i have a logo and some ads to design for an upcoming campaign and i am uninspired. nothing is going to happen in the next 40 minutes. i’m sure.
less than a day into it, i’m questioning if i want this job. it’s a matter of time management, actually it’s a matter of management, the question is how good a manager am i? do i want to be a manager?
my mood seems to be slipping and the edge of the pit seems closer than usual, i hate this place (no, not the country or my job, that’s settled in to gentle loathing) this place, this uncertainty, the loneliness, the depression. this is not me, i am control of my life…
fuck, i’m heading to the melodrama. i’m going home, hopefully, i’ll find my focus by the time i get home.
one of the things my boss asked of me, with my new responsibilities is to change my mode of dress. no more slippers, no more paint smattered sneakers, shirts, thankfully no ties, i’d have to draw the line somewhere.
i can compromise on the slippers thing, it’s the rainy season, so i would have had to give them up anyway. but my most comfortable pair of sneakers is a pair i bought for j’ouvert (they were once white, but now two j’ouverts later… well lets just say both j’ouvert there was paint involved – red, black, i think i see some brown) but i like those sneakers, i think they add character. but this is trinidad, the concept of a 6′ 2″ tattoo, pierced, dreadlock’d creative director is still a little heavy to spring on most middle managers, so the concept is if we can tame it down in the wardrobe department, they might be a little more receptive. i doubt.
the problem with shirts is that they require ironing, i hate to iron. but on the other hand i did take that into account when i went shopping for shirts, so most of my shirts i can get by with a brisk shaking out and on it goes.
i’m not generally a slob, i just prefer to dress in clothes i’m comfortable (if i could go everywhere in shorts and barefeet, it would be perfect). i’m not one of those people who believes that you don’t have to look the part, i’m firmly of the belief that your skills should count, what you look like should not.
which begs the question, what the hell am i doing in advertising… ? i guess it was the only industry that pretty much paid me to look how ever i wanted. as long as you’re an “artist” (yeah, you can always hear the quotes when the say it) you can get away with it.
anyway enough rambling for the morning, i should at least try to get work early on my first official morning as CD. let’s see how long this last.
peace
i’m sitting here surrounded by machines. 2 TiPBs (Titanium Powerbooks for the uninitiated) and a spanking new ibook. sadly only one Ti PB is mine, the other i’m setting up for os x as well as the ibook. by virture of the longest use, i have become the de facto master of X. for want of better thrills, i’m sitting here surrounded by 4 monitors, two attached to my machine. i’ve found it easier to work this way one of palettes and extraneous windows and one for the actual work.
i should stop stroking my inner geek. although there is not much for me to do as the apps install and update.
i did find a couple of interesting links this evening:
the winners of the world stupidity awards
full lenght versions of all those samples from your favourite hip hop tracks
the simplified spelling society
and finally the encyclopedia of unusual sexual practices
“WHAT DO YOU GET IF YOU MULTIPLY SIX BY NINE”
that’s good. code keeps the site up to date. (apologies to all the ben hur fans)
thank you for the swift and effective update to the site, solving all my link problems.
i’m in a fairly good mood, late lunch and all. i’m in the process of carving my domain. not as bad as it sounds, just setting up the machines how i want them, organising the fonts, i’m thinking now is the time to make the switch to os x in the office as well. but that’s going to have to be done over the weekend.
i’m realising there will be fewer opportunities for mid day post and movie watching, everyone is pretty much accountable to me and all the goddamn meetings i could do without. how am i supposed to create?
nevermind, rhethorical question…
here is your afternoon moment of zen
need to get back to work, i just had to thank tiroteo for his amazing work on the site.
i have now officially been appointed creative director, no pay raise, no perks, just the title. still feels good and my tattoo guy signed on. i’ve been looking forward to working with him for a while. let’s see how this goes. in the meantime here is a joke that a friend sent me:
The angel Gabriel came to the Lord and said, “I have to talk to you. I have some West Indians up here in Heaven who are causing some problems. They are swinging on the Pearly Gates, my horn is missing, jerk sauce and curry are all over their robes; hamhocks, cowheel, chicken feet and pigtail bones are all over the streets of Gold; some folk are walking around with one wing, they have been late taking their turn in keeping the stairway to heaven clean, there are watermelon seeds all over the clouds, some aren’t even wearing their halos, saying it doesn’t fit with their hairstyles.” The Lord said, “I made them special, as I did you, my angel. Heaven is home to all my children. If you really want to know about problems, let’s call the Devil.” The Devil answered the phone, “Hello? What the….!, hold on one minute.” The Devil returned to the phone and said, “Hello Lord, what can I do for you?” The Lord replied, “Tell me what kind of problems you are having down there.” The Devil said, “Wait one minute,” and put the Lord on hold. After 5 minutes he returned to the phone, and said “Okay, I’m back. What was the question?” The Lord said, “What kind of problems are you having down there?” Devil said, “Man, I don’t beli…..hold on, Lord”. This time the Devil was gone for 15 minutes. The Devil returned and said, “I’m sorry Lord, I can’t talk right now. These West Indians put the fire out, and now they are trying to install air conditioning!”
i’ll be back with more updates as the day progresses. with great power, comes great responsibility.
it’s monday morning, astoundingly i’m relaxed and ready to face the day, for those you that aren’t here are a couple of eye openers.
the biniki (or butt bra)
another martha joke (it’s not mean, and i’ll tire of these links soon, so enjoy it while it lasts)
john gilmore vs the federal government & the airline industry (a very interesting read)
and finally for all my super geek friends – the magic cube 4d
have a good day, i’ll be back.
i’m not a huge cricket fan, i stopped watching west indies cricket sometime in the mid 80s. i have a policy when sports start bring tears to your eyes, it’s time to stop. the wi cricket team, of late, is one of these teams, that always seems to have all the resources and everything in their grasp but at the last moment, completely screw themselves.
i’m the process of looking for jobs, both for vic and myself. i’ve expanded the search to canada. there must be a job somewhere in the world for me. actually the job is not the problem, it’s the passport. as the global marketplace expands, borders seem to close, especially if you’re a third world resident. with the exception of the uk, there is almost nowhere in the world, that a trinidadian passport that can get you without jumping through a large number of hoops. what’s interesting is that it’s a cakewalk for people travelling in the other direction. even travelling within the caribbean is an exercise in pulling teeth. us citizens can travel to barbados with any form of photo id, not so for any of their caribbean neighbours. life is funny sometimes.
now the news:
Is Lying About The Reason For War An Impeachable Offense?
‘secretary’ comes to australia (love this movie)
and your moment of zen compliments wal-mart
thank you and good night
the rains are here and i think they are here to stay. the skies are grey, and it rained all morning. it’s a lovely thing to wake up to the sound of rain thundering down on your roof. it hasn’t done much for the heat. i’m sitting around in my boxers, the sweat pouring off my body.
i was watching the mtv movie awards at a friends this morning and there were a couple things that bothered me…
first – Tatu, could that performance be any more manufactured? i watched them and their entourage of women (some of whom appeared to have left school about the same time i did) in school girl uniforms, gyrate and ham it up for the audience. maybe something is right with me, but if it was supposed to titillate, it didn’t i just thought none of the gay women i know behave like that. it was just a show for the desperate young men who think the jiggle of a bra less breast or the hint of a hardening nipple is the holy grail.
which brings me to my second point, is there a shortage of bras in hollywood? or is it just to help mtv?
on to my third and final point, this is going to be long, so sit back and get comfortable…
what is it about dressing children, especially prepubescent girls like $2 crack whores and their pimps?
these are little children, they don’t need to make hipster pants and bra tops in their sizes, because they lack either and if they do have them they should not be on display. over the last couple of days i’ve noticed this disturbing trend, from the little 8 year old who showed for a casting in an (i do no lie) off the shoulder midriff top, denim mini and thigh high boots, to some little girl who won an award on the show in hipster pants that she had to keep pulling up because, you have no hips yet, little girl. sigh. maybe i’m old fashioned, but i have two girls. i’m not advocating bubbles and frilly smocks. i’m advocating comfort and childhood. jeans, tshirts, shorts, vests. the occasionally pretty dress when the occasion calls for it.
my mother used to tell me, that it wasn’t so much delinquent children as delinquent parents. and i tend to agree, how can you dress you child like that? how can you willingly look at your child and think – hey, she looks like a small version of me, that’s good. IT’S NOT! this is not your younger sister or a barbie doll. this is a child, to which you as a parent bear some responsibility.
and this is not just about the girls either, do you think dressing them like little thugs has no effect on their behaviour?
sigh, the people that need to read this will never see it, but i just needed to get it off my chest.
i’m going to give this movie my undivided attention, i’ll be back later with links and your moment of zen.
just got back from see the matrix reloaded again. it was as much fun the second time around. it was a lovely end to a lovely evening. i went and had dinner and a beer with k, then we went off to the movies. all evening i’ve been wondering what vic’s been up to and talking about her constantly. it’s nice to be able to talk to someone who understands and doesn’t just roll their eyes and think here he goes again.
i really should be sleeping, i have the call for this shoot in about 5 hours. i’m addicted, not really, it’s just posting gives me an opportunity to clear my mind. it’s like a reset button, i can channel all my distress or any thing i’m obsessing about here and as you can tell i obsess a lot.
i’ve been noticing a change in the quality of my spam of late, i used to get tons and tons of porn, now my spam is mostly about penis or breast enlargement, viagra or the most amusing of all rogaine. i need none of these products and if i did why would i buy them from people who can’t spell far less put a proper sentence together. there was no point to that, it’s just one of the things i obsess about.
i was talking to k tonight about really funny animation online and i realised she still hadn’t seen weeeeee! by threebrain (so k this is especially for you and for anyone else who’s never seen it go now!) we were also discussing our love for mittens & snowdrop, little goth girl, mr. snaffleburger and samurai lapin and you can see all of these at the other side and for all of you that become fans, there are images for LJ and avatars as well.
knock yourselves out. keifel go bye bye.
bush: ‘we’ll reveal the truth’ (and if you believe that i have a bridge to sell you, politicians lie, it’s in the job description)
pride month news: (in)justice dept. bans event by gay staff
and face off of the week: o’reilly vs franken (winner on points – franken)
be back later with a further wrap up.
