jeffrey + upstairsloft

At school I heard music in the distance. It was real vague. All I knew was it was rap or hip hop. It had a distorted speaker sound. It came closer and closer. It was some dude’s headphones. He was 20 feet away from me and I heard his headphones blasting (take into consideration of the sound that wind and trees make and distant conversations). Damn kids. (he was probably older than me)

I kid you not. Kate and I had a 1 hour nap (that seemed so long, thankfully) from 3-4, pretty much after having a late lunch since we got back from school. Anyhow, 4pm hit, I went to check the mail, and 3 of the 9 items I am expecting came in today. Jun’s camera (woohoo!) came in after 3 days, and my 52mm UV and red filter came in. I still have books and photography materials waiting to be delivered.

Anyhow, guess what I was doing since 4:30pm? I did 60 thumbnails of technical drawings of line intervals. I finished @ 11. Kate is still downstairs working on them. Man, my eyes are buggin out.

In drawing class, I experienced the awkwardness of staring at strangers so I can draw their contours. We weren’t allowed to look at the paper. How hard is that?! This one girl kept biting her lower lip all seductively. This one girl kept looking at me straight in the eyes. The other girl was Kate (of course that’s cool) and the other partner was a dude. I felt violated. Rest calls.

Today I am striking back at people with ill-mannered vengeance. I’m insulting from left to right. I called Paul primitive because it could take him 30 seconds at the least or 5 minutes to draw a great sketch. It takes me 1/250th of a second to snap a photograph. I told Kate “Just because you’re huge doesn’t make you any less beautiful.” I told Kyle, “Just because you’re gay doesn’t mean you can’t have friends.” I hate the world. If your initials are L.A., chances are, Jun has a crush on you. Muahah.

Damn Bully

Learn to quit being an ass. If somebody is obviously aggravated, upset or
angered, why push it any further?  Kate posted something on my desktop
yesterday.  "Haha."  Funny the first time.  The 2nd time, today,
more annoying.  But she has to direct this humiliation towards me which I
didn’t appreciate.  She just had to mock me knowing I wasn’t in the mood to
fuck around.  Aside my unwillingness to laugh with them, aside from the
indifferent look on my face, aside all those signs, I let her know I was upset. 
Why?

She continued to mock me, made faces, and persisted on frustrating me even more. 
At the same time, she pretended to naively believe that she did nothing wrong
and this all has to do with some stupid faggot-ass narcissistic Filipino she
kept displaying on my desktop, when really it had more to do with her
intentionally pushing my buttons to see how far I will go.

She had this look on her face like she was enjoying seeing how I’ll snap or hold
back from snapping fully.  She knew what she was doing and now she is
pretending like she is surprised with its outcome.  She treated me like I
was a monkey in a cage and she kept walking by the cage with a stick in her
hand, hitting the individual bars waiting to see what I’ll do.  The damn
monkey spat at her but the monkey gets the whoopin’.

It’s all supposedly fun and games ’til the girl gets hit in the chest with a
water bottle.  Let the bickering begin.  The guy who just wasn’t in
the mood to be made fun of is the bad guy when all the other party had to do was
just stop.

Seriously now, hate me.  I’m a fucking abuser.  Call in the protesters
and womens’ rights activists.  I also feed babies spoiled milk and I
torture my meat and mock it before I indulge in what was once a cow, chicken or
pig.  Before I eat calamari I tell the little bitches, "Fishermen robbed
you from your mommies you damn baby squids, now get in my stomach where you
belong."  I’m the bad guy when all the signs were on my face that I didn’t
want to be made fun of.  I got a stick in my ass…

I got a 1977 manual Nikon FM. Then Kate got a manual 1978 Canon A1 SLR. Then Jun got a 1977/78 manual Nikon FE slr. Mine came in. Now…we must await the other two. That’s nuts. I’ve purchased 3 cameras within 2 weeks-shoot…2 cameras were just bought yesterday. Coincidentally, they’re all manufactured in 1977/78. I always loved photography since I enrolled in Burrill’s class my first semester of Jr. year in high school.

A little photography introduction of Jeffrey T. I enrolled in photo for 2 years in high school. Senior year was “special topic” for both semesters, which was pretty much along the lines of enlarger priority/TA/wander around campus when teacher is lecturing… After a total of 5 semesters (1 @ ohlone) of b/w photo, I started digital photo somewhere along the transition (nothing formal, just a photo eye, trial/error and prior photo knowledge. Then I was reaccquainted with my passion for b/w photo @ Sac. State. A very expensive medium, yes, but it so aestheticically pleasing.

Yeah…I know, my persoanlity is dry this week. Chain posts and a post about me. Yeah…very dry…dry indeed.

School is freakin awesome. It’s tiring, yes. Yesterday, Kate and I had 3 classes from 7:30 – 7:50. As soon as we got back to the house, I started reading after a less than half hour break. I already have a handful of assignments to turn in that regard teaching us basic design principles, of course, but the book we’re assigned to read (also the books I’m inclined to buy when I pay a visit to Borders) and the essays and interviews are so inspiring.

I’m learning the short history and many interpretations of the changes Graphic Design has undergone and how culture is its hugest contributor to change. In school, I learn what I should be learning. The distinction made between students and other students is what they make with these assignments and how they will apply it to influence themselves to become powerful graphic designers.

There isn’t necessarily better graphic designers when compared amongst other graphic designers, rather there is a distinction between more powerful and more effective designers. It’s easy to imitate all of the design decisions made, especially with the gang of graphic design pioneers who led us into this direction, but the simple step of seeking innovation will show a clearer contrast between the apprentice graphic designers and the future leaders of graphic designers.

Just though I’d like to share my 5 cents with the world.

I got lucky purchasing my Nikon FM.  I say, out with the newer and in with
the older.  Well, aside the digital cam.  For whoever cares, the Nikon
n4004 (the black one) was an autofocus.  The Nikon FM is like a vintage
strat to me, a 1977.  Anyhow, aside my excitement, school is another
exciting adventure.  And to Paul, I say start bussin it.  Stay old
school.  You don’t need a car.  Well…yeah you do.

Poor Kate is stressin about getting into one class.  1 class determines a 1
year delay of getting into the graphic design program…you know, trying to get
her spot in class…with people who are taking up graphic design because they
think it’s fun…Fack.  Half of the fuckers don’t know if they want to be
designers and Kate has been wanting to be one since late high school.  It’s
her rightful position dammit.  A 3 unit course depends on whether Kate gets
in Spring 2005, or Spring 2006.  There’s a portfolio review only once a
year.  Waste of space…