jeffrey + upstairsloft

Who is the real Rob?

>>>You decide.

I miss permission slips. Field trip pictures from the day of yester:

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Field Trip Pics

Turn the radio on once in a blue moon and I thought I heard a 50-minute R. Kelly song a while ago. What was that all about?

We took a field trip to the San Francicso Center for the Book Arts, 2 blocks away from CCA, and it was the sh_t. Letterpress machines, stacks and stackers of cases of letters, awesome posters, awesomeness. Pictures sometime this week.

Inspiration galore. Kate and I are taking letterpress classes at the Center for the Book Arts in August or September to receive our certification so we can trek to Frisco and utilize some letterpress studio time. $20/hour on the machines. That doesn’t include organizing the blocks of letters. Just $20/hour on the actual machines. I’ll design sick ass wedding invitations on that thing with some press plates and some rubine red.

See, I don’t always complain. I appreciate the small things people do. Little courtesies that avoid common hassles like asking me to print a 42″x24″ poster at work and giving me the Illustrator file with outlined text. Or how about “Bless you” after I sneeze. Those are great.

I am angry because I did not get paid yet from that job Rob and I did for dumb Dr. Cook when we converted 40+ powerpoint-designed posters into an Illustrator printable format. That $350 job better be $1,897.13 now. We finished that job on May 1, dammit. Not cool.

I feel distant from Kate, like we’re just meeting again. Maybe it’s a good thing and it’ll will keep us from taking each other for granted. Today I actually felt like going to a coffee joint with her to just chat, like we were strangers trying to get to know each other. That’s what it feels like.

It feels like we are strangers trying to get to know each other. What happened between us in the past few days definitely change something and maybe we can recycle old feelings of excitement by pulling each other closer from this mental distance, re-accquainting ourselves with one another and build on top of that. Maybe what we both needed was a huge blow to the head to blur things so we can strain ourselves to see straight again–if that makes any damn sense.

Rich, Jay, Jun and I sparred. Regardless of a nasty ass right uppercut/hook ish type of thing I throw, I really need to learn to protect my head from guys like Rich who really knows how to fight, who have the trained ability to respond to various offensive and defensive situations. Rich is a trained martial artist. I am a monkey-see-monkey doo, grown-up kid who always fought without training and always won did well.

Rich got a very beautiful hook to my jaw and shook the hell out of my head. Next minute, I am sitting Indian style in the garage, browsing through my agenda, reading my journal, asking what day it is, constantly looking for my proudful 24′ x 24′ Luther Vandross poster I got 2 years ago from working at Best Buy, and I sat wondering where I was and how I got there.

I knew I had a dentist appointment earlier that day but it felt like I dreamt it. I didn’t get knocked out my brain was shocked and everything I experienced prior to being hit felt like a dream. The effect was instant.

Well, turns out I snapped at Kate for some inner-relationship stuff I don’t discuss with anybody but myself. I exclaimed “I hate you!” “Fuck you!” over and over. And this time I had all of my closest friends and my brother to witness parts, if not, all of it. There’s also something about chucking a knife, or knives and throwing stuff towards Kate [not knives]. Anyhow, those guys are great; we watched Willy Wonka and everything between us is, of course, the same.

All-in-all, I’d do it again until I learn protect myself right from a guy who knows what the hell he is doing. For them it was just another day but for me it was a reality check.

Obviously it isn’t complete. But I couldn’t stand my last layout. At least with this layout it will be easier for me to incoporate a blog and an online exhibit to showcase dookie. I played with wooden and metal letterpress blocks today. It was great. I want my own set. Hell, I want a machine. Lately, just taking pics, going to school, working, leisure and no naps. Yes… finally. No naps. Hot as hell but no naps. I’ll scan my letterpress piece when I get the chance. I have 4 sets of pics to scan as well. As for now, ‘life.’

Apparently my girlfriend and I are fighting, except no words were exchanged. A couple of e-mails were sent since she’s at work. This might be a big one. We’ll see. As for tonight’s plans; I exxed them. My girlfriend and I have to drive nearly 2 hours to San Francisco for class and nearly an hour back home in the bay. Here’s the thing–with each other. Don’t be suprised if we make it on the news. “Raging couple fight. Black X-Terra found at the bottom of the shallow bay.”

To find out Jeffrey lay in the bay with the sharks, suffocating from the airbag and his girlfriend is running off with some hot blonde-haired skivvy-wearing Abercrombie man.

Kate can throw a brick through the wall. I can yell “Saigon lives!” in East Side San Jose.