Rites of Passage
I launched Kitipe Invite yesterday. Yippee! I didn't get 50 designs done, but I did . . . uh . . . about thirty. Not bad, for a few hours' work.
Today's challenge is to boot up Illustrator CS again and see if I can do 4 designs for beetiger in under half an hour. It's more than a pride thing, it's making sure she gets the bang for her buck that I was promising.
When I wrote that bit about Illy CS spinning around and flourishing brushes, I had no idea how right I'd be. The Gods of Adobe answered my prayers. There are probably more than 50 brush libraries in this version of Illustrator. Each library has at least 10 brushes. 500 brushes at my disposal! Mwa ha ha ha! I shall create cards like the world has never seen!
I learned about a cool thing from the florist who will be vending my cards. It's called "Mis Quince Amos", and it's a Spanish coming-of-age ceremony. When the daughter turns 15, she throws a gigantic party. 15 boys and 15 girls come. The daughter wears slippers, and her father leads her to a chair in the middle of the room. He takes off her slippers and puts on high heels- and then helps her up, dances with her, and presents her to society. And then the party begins.
I've had a few Rites of Passage myself. First the Jewish one: when I was 13, I did my Bat Mitzvah. It was at a reform temple in Hawaii. I don't know where I would've done it in Providence, my parents didn't belong to any temples. I had to lead many parts of the service, in Hebrew. Then I got to carry the Torah around the congregation. At last was the big moment- I unrolled the scroll and read my section. It was part of the extensive "How to be Kosher" lesson in Leviticus, so it wasn't all that exciting a passage, but I was trembling as I read it. I was using a fancy silver pointer because the Torah is made of a special parchment that is so holy, it can't be touched by human hands. Afterwards, far too many pictures, then a feast with my friends and a party.
The most common modern Rite of Passage for outdoorsy kids on the East Coast is to do the Appalachian Trail. Pretty good choice: it's an arduous feat that rarely takes less than six months to complete. Then you get the bragging rights of having walked through X states, Y thousand miles, Z mountain peaks.
I was pretty happy just doing 13 peaks and walking across most of Maine in 3 weeks of the Maine AT. From what the other through-hikers were saying, it sounded like most of the AT was pretty boring: and Pennsylvania sounded like psychological torture. I think I'll do the Long Trail instead, maybe extend it and walk out my door in Providence and go all the way to Montreal. The Long Trail terminates in Canada, not far from Montreal, anyway.
I also hope to do the East Coast Bike Trail. Fuck walking up half the East Coast, I'd love to bike from Florida to Maine!
I'll tell you about my other Rites of Passage some other day. But did you do anything to mark moments of transition in your life?
Today's challenge is to boot up Illustrator CS again and see if I can do 4 designs for beetiger in under half an hour. It's more than a pride thing, it's making sure she gets the bang for her buck that I was promising.
When I wrote that bit about Illy CS spinning around and flourishing brushes, I had no idea how right I'd be. The Gods of Adobe answered my prayers. There are probably more than 50 brush libraries in this version of Illustrator. Each library has at least 10 brushes. 500 brushes at my disposal! Mwa ha ha ha! I shall create cards like the world has never seen!
I learned about a cool thing from the florist who will be vending my cards. It's called "Mis Quince Amos", and it's a Spanish coming-of-age ceremony. When the daughter turns 15, she throws a gigantic party. 15 boys and 15 girls come. The daughter wears slippers, and her father leads her to a chair in the middle of the room. He takes off her slippers and puts on high heels- and then helps her up, dances with her, and presents her to society. And then the party begins.
I've had a few Rites of Passage myself. First the Jewish one: when I was 13, I did my Bat Mitzvah. It was at a reform temple in Hawaii. I don't know where I would've done it in Providence, my parents didn't belong to any temples. I had to lead many parts of the service, in Hebrew. Then I got to carry the Torah around the congregation. At last was the big moment- I unrolled the scroll and read my section. It was part of the extensive "How to be Kosher" lesson in Leviticus, so it wasn't all that exciting a passage, but I was trembling as I read it. I was using a fancy silver pointer because the Torah is made of a special parchment that is so holy, it can't be touched by human hands. Afterwards, far too many pictures, then a feast with my friends and a party.
The most common modern Rite of Passage for outdoorsy kids on the East Coast is to do the Appalachian Trail. Pretty good choice: it's an arduous feat that rarely takes less than six months to complete. Then you get the bragging rights of having walked through X states, Y thousand miles, Z mountain peaks.
I was pretty happy just doing 13 peaks and walking across most of Maine in 3 weeks of the Maine AT. From what the other through-hikers were saying, it sounded like most of the AT was pretty boring: and Pennsylvania sounded like psychological torture. I think I'll do the Long Trail instead, maybe extend it and walk out my door in Providence and go all the way to Montreal. The Long Trail terminates in Canada, not far from Montreal, anyway.
I also hope to do the East Coast Bike Trail. Fuck walking up half the East Coast, I'd love to bike from Florida to Maine!
I'll tell you about my other Rites of Passage some other day. But did you do anything to mark moments of transition in your life?