today is our second anniversary, hopefully our last apart. my truest wish is that we`ll get our anniversary present on tuesday when i call the embassy.
there are not words enough nor minutes, nor hours, day, weeks, year, lifetimes to cover the expanse of my love for you.
i love you victoria. happy anniversary.
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wyf
some of my closest friends are my exes. i don`t think it strange, because in most cases we were friends first, the relationships came afterwards. the return to friendship wasn`t always immediate, but it happened after a time, because that`s what true friendship is about.
i don`t know if it`s just me, but i find people tend to assume that two adults that hang out together a great deal, have got to be fucking. what is that about?
i`m a tactile person, i hug a lot and if we`re hanging out, there`s a lot of touching, but i`m pretty sure there is a discernible difference between the touches of intimates and friends.
which in some sort of odd segue relates to another assumption about me, that i`m gay. i`m not sure if it`s the ease with which i wear a sarong, or that i`m not ashamed of my gay friends or i don`t boast about my sexual prowess or that i don`t go for most of the macho male posturing bullshit. my sexual is my own god damn business, i don`t have to prove it to anything to anyone.
the other assumption that pisses me off even, especially in the caribbean, i`m some sort of ignorant, independent retailer of recreational pharmaceuticals or drug dealer as they commonly know or what i say in meeting is worthless because i have dreads, tattoos and piercing. it`s so fucking stupid.
so in retrospect, these are my final thoughts. i`m not having sexual relations with anyone [to be remedied as soon as i get my visa], at which point i will be having lots of predominantly heterosexual intercourse and even without a degree, my dreads, my tattoos and my piercing, i am one of the smartest, well read and most fucking talented people it will be your pleasure to meet. ever.
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some of my closest friends are my exes. i don`t think it strange, because in most cases we were friends first, the relationships came afterwards. the return to friendship wasn`t always immediate, but it happened after a time, because that`s what true friendship is about.
i don`t know if it`s just me, but i find people tend to assume that two adults that hang out together a great deal, have got to be fucking. what is that about?
i`m a tactile person, i hug a lot and if we`re hanging out, there`s a lot of touching, but i`m pretty sure there is a discernible difference between the touches of intimates and friends.
which in some sort of odd segue relates to another assumption about me, that i`m gay. i`m not sure if it`s the ease with which i wear a sarong, or that i`m not ashamed of my gay friends or i don`t boast about my sexual prowess or that i don`t go for most of the macho male posturing bullshit. my sexual is my own god damn business, i don`t have to prove it to anything to anyone.
the other assumption that pisses me off even, especially in the caribbean, i`m some sort of ignorant, independent retailer of recreational pharmaceuticals or drug dealer as they commonly know or what i say in meeting is worthless because i have dreads, tattoos and piercing. it`s so fucking stupid.
so in retrospect, these are my final thoughts. i`m not having sexual relations with anyone [to be remedied as soon as i get my visa], at which point i will be having lots of predominantly heterosexual intercourse and even without a degree, my dreads, my tattoos and my piercing, i am one of the smartest, well read and most fucking talented people it will be your pleasure to meet. ever.
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read and enjoy. bear in mind this piece was originally done in 1990, read it and see how applicable it is today.
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george carlin
it`s friday night, i`m at home i have a high speed internet connection, you know what that means?
fun links.
well a fun link, the american dialect society`s 2003 word list.
enjoy
sorry i couldn`t resist. we have a meeting this afternoon and i already have some ideas about how to temper the campaign while still maintaining my integrity.
this is why i like working here, i get opportunities to flex my talents. the other presentation that i attended this morning went well, i`ve realised i don`t like talking in front of people unless i have something to say. at some point in the meeting i engage and for a brief moment i took over.
i`m realising more and more lately my work seems to have a feel and context outside the caribbean. the look and feel of what i do has a lot to do with typography and text. and i design either consciously or unconsciously on a grid. i like clearly defined elements and lots of white space.
strange i didn`t go to school to learn any of this. that`s right i have no degree in graphic design, actually no degree in anything, i`m pretty much self taught, i always had an eye for colour, but my design sense is something that developed intuitively.
sometime after i started my second full time adverting job i realised that i was drained and uninspired, i managed to wrangle six weeks of no pay leave [which turned out to be the eventual cause of my termination, but that`s another story] during which point i interned at an art gallery in the east village. i spent my days running up and down, learning the city, making copies, busy work pretty much, not a design job anywhere in the experience but when i returned to trinidad, i was rest, rejuvenated and full of good ideas.
i think some of my best work is post travel, i`ve been looking at my portfolio and work lately and i sense of growth. all that said, anyone got £28,000 for two years for me to go to central st. martin`s in london and do a MFA. the primary thing about CSM is qualification in their programme is based on experience and a solid portfolio plus they have a pathway in typography and they`re in vic and i dream city, london.
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too fucking bourgeoisie?
what the fuck? i have to laugh, in what i can only call a back handed compliment the client said my work was basically too upmarket looking.
“it would be more at home in a UK paper” all i could do is smile politely, but in the back of my mind, you asked for upmarket and elegant, that`s what you got. sigh. but the concept is sound. so it`s back to drawing board.
plus there was all this alpha male behaviour from one of the managers, i offered to help on this would make four occasions, this time he refused outright, we`ll see how that goes.
my apartment is a mess, i need to do the dishes and sweep, but i really don`t feel like doing fuck all, i want to curl up in bed with vic and go to sleep eventually.
ps: i have to thank vic and mefi for making me laugh until tears ran down my face with this gem
i`m still laughing.
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it`s a little before 1pm, the presentation is at two, all the prints are done, being mounted as we speak. there were the expected snafus.
wouldn`t print from my computer. some of the prints looked blah, but all told we`re done.
all that`s left at this point is the client`s unending joy. and yes, i got stuck into going to presentation, so much for the big plan of making my escape and going home to sleep. i did get new toys today however, haven`t gotten a chance to try them out yet.
just before i fell asleep last night i had a brilliant thought about what i was going to post this morning. maybe it`s for the best, it was very political and maybe i should steer clear of politics for the time being.
there are so many thoughts careening around in my head and i can`t seem to hold on to one for long enough to form the basis of a post.
today is the major presentation, here are some notes for those of you even vaguely considering a career in advertising…
the worse thing that can happen to you on the eve of a presentation is discovering that someone else is using your carefully crafted tag line.
it`s usually enough to start a small panic and that`s exactly what happened yesterday evening, i was supposed to start printing last night, but we didn`t finalise a new tag line until late, so i`m going in early this morning to start printing which brings me to the other pre-presentation ogre, broken and slow printing.
i have 8 ads and outdoor material to print and mount for the meeting this afternoon, i`ll get help with the trimming and mounting, but my worry is the printing. it doesn`t matter the printer has been working for weeks and you put in yesterday, the day or in this case hours before the presentation is the time that most of the crucial machinery will start to give trouble.
i can`t say i hope i don`t jinx myself, because it`s how these things go, you learn to accept them. hence my early departure, start printing now and hopefully everything will be ready sometime in the next seven hours.
i also need to figure out what i`m wearing today, so i can look semi decent in case someone decides it`s a really good idea for me to go to the meeting.
i think client meetings are the one part of my job that i loathe. no sir, i don`t like them. in an ideal world, i would never meet them face to face and have to listen to them go on and on, that an the anathema of designers and creative folk everywhere, `just`. as in `why don`t you just`, but that is a subject for another day.
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advertising, clients, meetings
Do you think there is gender discrimination in regards to child support or the courts awarding custody of children to fathers?
thankfully in my experience no, but i have heard some horror stories. the extended family that i call my own is interesting on many levels and even with personal disagreements, everyone has the welfare of the children at heart.
i`m grateful for that.
i don`t usually censor what i say here but this is not a place for details about my children, so that`s going to be the depth and breath of my answer
