sunlight and cameras

January 16, 2009 § 1 Comment

Mim and Lis

Ok,  I miss you girls. I miss you, your cats and your company.

Why does all my best ones live so far away? It’s not fair that you live all the way up in Ume, and Fisk all the way over in Oslo. Not fair I tell you.

I had written a long tirad on how much I hate chavs and woo-girls, but it got lost. If there is something I hate, it’s having to textually repeat myself.

That’s one reason why I have such a hard time working with critique. Often I feel I’m done with the text already when I hand it in for a critique, and end up not having any use of what has been said whatsoever. For me, the dialogue is a better form when working with text, to talk about it rather then just hear the inputs. I often get all nervous and giddy anyway, and it’s good to work in a way that lets me actually talk during the session.

To find the form of critique thats suits yourself and your text the best isn’t the easiest, and to give critique isn’t easy either. To remember to talk about things in terms of own experience, not “when you wrote this, i felt that” but “when the text is like this, i read it into this feeling”. It’s important to remember that the critique you give isn’t made for you, but for the author. You might dislike the text or want to praise it, but that’s not the point. You have to find a way of giving critique the author has use for, a text made for hers purposes.

The hardest part is quite often to find  a way into the text, I know I’ve sat many times with text that are as readable as a pile of old socks,wondering how I ever is going to be able to say something constructive about it. But there are ways, and rule is off course: Keep reading. Re-read until you find the way in, because it is there. It will come to you if you just keep focusing and working with the text and really try to put a side your own feelings for the text. It’s a luxury to be able to do like you do with a book, you know, read it once or not even that and then just put it away. A text that isn’t finished yet, maybe just an embryo of a text needs a lot more reading and focusing.

I’m getting better at this stuff, but I want to get better still. I have two texts today to give critique on, and it’s always a test. I have a friend as well who wanted tips on how to critique a manuscript that was complete crap. Yeah, how do you do that? Does anyone know? I have to say it’s one of the trickiest.

It’s time for camera and sunlight now.

I might get company

January 13, 2009 § Leave a comment

This autumn I’m planning to go to spring. Yes, I’m going to head for the southern hemisphere, effectivly skipping autumn and winter and getting spring and summer again. The plan is to go to Brisbane and Griffith University and study Master of design futures. Seems good for me, since I want to work more on my skills as a graphic designer.
I’m not sure if it will work out, I’m not sure if I’m gonna leave, I still have to labs in Object Oriented Programming left from the bachelor (in Interaction Design, but really it’s a BaS: Bachelor of Science. Way cool) before I can even apply. I still have to actually apply. You know, write all the papers, send them in with snail mail, wait for a reply…

the Fisk

And then hope for the best.
So I don’t think about it much, I do get small bouts of panics from time to time, that this will be the worst choice of my life and so on but that’s it. That I’m aiming to high when I think I could have a better life then I do. I mean, I have an interesting education, good friends and a functioning body. Why do I want rich, happy and love? Why not just contempt with what you got. Have a smile and a coke and STFU. As they would say. Ok, I do think about it, maybe not in big quantities but the effort that goes in to doing it is high. I don’t think about it in everyday normal life, you could say, I only think about it when I’m weak.

When I was reading Condé yesterday, Fisk called me all of the sudden. I’m not used to talking on the phone with him and frankly we’re crap at it. From my side mostly because I have no Idea what to tell him when I can’t see his face, he has a tendency to sound so disappointed or ironic the whole time. From his side I’m guessing he is just crap at it in general. Anyhow, he doesn’t usually call me at all, so I figured he had something on his mind. And he did. Being bored of everything he has decided to maybe come to Australia at the same time as me. D . I’m not gonna call it “come with me”, that just feels to pressuring. But he will maybe be there. Can you imagine the luck? Last time I was away I was dying from not having him with me. He is my best of friends and my lifesaver.

To prevent any assumptions, I’ll do the disclaimer at once. No, we are not a couple. I love him with all my heart and we are friends. And that’s it. Capiche?

I celebrated the potential company with a glass of wine (ehm, two. three at the most.) while I was finishing up work, and got a huge migraine as a thank you from my body. Didn’t get to sleep until six in the morning since I didn’t have any pills at home, I thought, spent half the night bent over the toilette seat almost throwing up from the pain and nauseau. Then I remembered I might have one pill left, went rumaging for it and finding it, almost throwing it up immediatly after swallowing, fell a sleep like a baby. I really hate those nights.

Off course I didn’t have time to finish either, since my forehead felt like someone was poring boiling water over it after drilling a hole down to the brain so they could soak that too..

So I’m at it again. At least I got quite far yesterday.
Since I finally know when I’m getting cash, I’m gonna celebrate it by shopping som food and making a serious dinner. The last couple of days have been horrible. Not because my fridge is empty but because I have no inspiration for cooking when I’m broke. My spice-intuition is all gone.

Anyway, this will hopefully be a good day. Laters!

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