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| I know I should blog, but I've been jumping around to blogger (blogspot) and my Webs account. I think I'll just come back to xanga since I have entries for 5+ years ago. No point in switching.
So here are some designs I did for a friend. You can purchase these if you go to the New Years festival at Spring Brook this Saturday.
I'll try to post up artworks and stuff at least once a week so I can get into a habit of designing again. | | |
| We walk through life every single day collecting bits and pieces of memories; each and every single one shaping us into the person that we are today. And what better way to preserve those memories than to hold onto the tangible things that remind us of them.
I dug in my shorts pocket a couple days ago and pulled out a "Forgetting Sarah Marshall" movie ticket. Well... that's not saying much since the movie was release this year. However, I can assure you I knew exactly the activities I was doing prior to and after the watching the movie and who were there during my adventure. Subsequently, I crumpled the movie ticket and tossed it in the trash.
Every single day we collect these little memories, and everyday, it piles up without you realizing. From the Greek paddles you get from your littles to the drawing on paper that someone made for you. Or even the non-sentimental things that can seem even more of a burden to let go. Such things as the 60 or so pairs of shoes you own, or the snowboard you just brought this year, or the perfectly working desktop computer you have lying around. And that original NES Entertainment System fully equipped with Super Mario Bros., Duck Hunt, and Final Fantasy I (to name a few).
At one point, you realize that you'll be graduating soon, with a career ahead and tons of memories to leave behind. For those without families nearby or those who are relocating elsewhere for work, you're left wondering how you managed to come to the possession of everything you own. If your family is nearby, you can toss everything in your own room and move away, and not have to worry about it for a while. But eventually, it'll catch up to you, and you realize you can't possibly hold on to everything in your collection, and you can't always use your parents's place as a storage.
The quicker you are able to get rid of the [unessential] sentimental materials, the quicker you are able to get rid of the more practical ones. Like... your shoes... or your desktop. Everyone starts over sometime in their life. The little things like a movie ticket or an 8-year-old sketch should not be the reason that's making it hard for you to make that change.
You locate to where your work is, that's life. And sometimes, life doesn't take sentiments. | | |
| The difficulty of the declaration goes beyond the difficulty of ordinary communication. If I told her I had a stomach ache or I designed a Munny or that my plaid pair of shoes just came in, I could count on her to understand. Naturally, my plaid Nike might differ slightly from her imaginative perception of it, but there would be a reasonable parity between the two images. The words, crossing the divide that separated us, would have operated as reliable messengers of meaning, the letter would have reached its destination. But the words I was now trying to express had no such guarantee attached to it. The words were the most ambiguous in the language, because the thing they referred to so sorely lacked stable meaning.
I don't want to float.
Or maybe I'm just incapable of understanding her message. Certainly, there is logic in what she say. The kind of logic that is just beyond me. | | |
| I am not happy.
With where I am I guess.
This is a xanga journal entry, not a facebook note, don't get it confused. And journal entries are not weblogs. This is for myself. If you don't understand it, it's not really that big of a deal.
I think somewhere along the way, we all live our life without actually sitting down and putting everything in perspective. I feel like I'm floating. Through Life. Like... I know what I SHOULD be doing, I know what my goals are. But in the process of carrying it out, I don't really. I'm just.... floating. Through life.
"What am I doing with my life?" she asked.
I know it's rhetorical. Honestly, she has, essentially, at least three more years. That's enough time to plan things out. As far as I'm concerned, I think she has her life figured out. I admire her. She says she's at risk of losing her scholarship. And I thought to myself... I DID lose my scholarship. I DID realize that within the first 1.5 years of my college career, I was dissatisfied with my major. And now I feel like it's a bit too late to "plan things out."
I am a 4th year Electrical Engineering Major. I hate it. I mean... I love the concept of it. Electrical circuits and electro-magnetic waves, data transmission, etc. It's enticing. But if you think about it, any major can have something interesting about it. I feel like I'm floating through classes.
I always thought of school as an English paper. You have your introduction, your body, and your conclusion. Your introductory classes, your lower level and upper level classes. And you reach capstone - the conclusion. Take everything you learned and sum it up. Make something of it. I failed at being able to draw up that outline. I can't see the significance of a diode, or a cmos, or the separation of variables of boundary condition problems dealing with materials of different dielectrics. I don't understand how that can be applied to real life.
I don't want to bother asking.
I have the potential to graduate next semester. I already have a job offer.
I drafted up 2 different schedules, one for graduating next semester (requiring summer classes), one for graduating in the Spring of 2009. I haven't registered yet.
I haven't replied to the job offer yet.
I'm floating.
I don't want to float anymore. I want control of things. I want to close my eyes and go to sleep, knowing it's midnight and not 5 in the morning. I want to wake up to the sound of my alarm just once, rather than hitting snooze 10 times. I want to make it to class to turn in my assignment that I pulled an all-nighter to do, not oversleep it. I want motivation. I want inspiration.
I want..
my
life.
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| For everything I write, If I start off referring to the subject matter as "people," then... "people" would assume I'm trying to be insightful, or philosophical [was that a pun?].
Consider any sentence that starts off as "People tend to.... because of....."
...not that being philosophical is a bad thing, but how do you get the point across without sounding like you have everything figured out, and you're only trying to offer a piece of mind? Then you start off referring to the subject matter as "I".
Consider any sentence that starts off as "I tend to.... because of...."
In contrast, people will now believe I [me, Dominick, the person writing this] is the subject matter when, half the time, I might not be writing about myself at all; only of what I observe and the conclusion I came to. I've started many entries with "I believe people tend to...." Fair right? But my problem is that introduction weakens the point I try to make; it introduces uncertainties and limited perception.
So I will sacrifice allowing other people to think I am the subject matter. Please excuse the introduction above. The entry actually starts.... right... here! Consider this a poem, if you may, rather than an account of my life.
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When I say "miss" preceded by "I" and followed by "you"
it doesn't mean "I miss you"
It's simply a misuse of the word "miss"
and you should in no way misinterpret my miscommunication
after all, what does "miss" imply?
No, I don't mean to feel or suffer from the lack of; that's the misconception!
"Miss" implies history.
If I say "I miss you" I don't mean "I feel a certain void for not having seen you"
I miss you.
I miss you, the person you were last night, whom I had dinner with,
I miss you, the person you were last week, who called me in the morning
making sure I wouldn't skip my 9:30 lecture,
I miss you, the person you were last month, who accompanied me in the car for hours
after our Thursday club-outing turned into a Friday cheesesteak breakfast in Philly
So if I told you today that I miss you, darlin'
and you've been absent from my life for over a year,
I miss the person you were before you left me.
I miss the person who was capable of missing me every single day,
who wont allow the "miss" to remind me of last year
or last month
or last night.
I want to miss you as the person that you are.
So if you're not that person,
then I guess "I miss you" is my own misconception. | | |
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