my 'so i' entry
so i was asked by one of the directors at the school of journalism to take the editorial cartoon class, and i am ever so flattered that she thought so highly of me (seriously, i kicked her son's ass back in the day). anywho, the visiting instructor is a pulitzer prize winner, who's so gee-darned liberal that he's pissed off Hilary even! Hilary! i mean oh my gee 2 gee, i like this guy, gee, if only i could remember his name...hmmm...Marlette, i think, ol'Marly as i shall call him once i can tell he love'sa me.
so i already know all the work left i must accomplish for this semester, and it ain't too much, yo. gotta make one more screenprint, then constitute a portfolio of my semester's work, but i think im gonna make one more "hot-nikks-esque" print, then a few single colored prints for shirts. gotta turn in my journal/sketchbook one mo' time for art therapy, and that's that. gotta finish one mo' block print for my independent studies class (see lj-cut). and then in pre-colombian art history, one mo' test, and two quizzes over stuff she isnt gonna teach us (ah damn). damn.
so i really, really like the ancient art work of mesoamerica and south america, but i really, really did not like how our instructor and her t.a. took their approach in educating us. first of all,she has this wack grading scale, that condenses everything so that below 69 is failing, which never happened to me, but that made it confusing for everything else, cuz you wouldn't know if a 75, 85, or 95 was actually the letter grade you were used to, or if it was the one below. you go to your chart of her grading,then you scream as you rejoice or lament your discovery. next, she was crazy in that 'silly-grandma-had-too-much-wine-way', which would be awesome if she was my grandmother, but alas she was my instructor, and dammit, i wish my grandmother wasn't a teetotaller, so that i could bust out a bottle of wine with her. granted i got an 'A' on our major paper, i thought the criticism was written like they just skimmed it. i dont mind some dirt, but shit, gimme real dirt. hell, she probably only liked it for the socialist undertone, that well, shit the socialist overtone i wrote as my generalized theme. wait, i dont want to complain anymore, i love the art from these places. no hokie broad is gonna ruin that!
so i tried shrooms the other weekend with O. that was kickin'. damn, if only they were easier to obtain, i would be a total shroom junkie. we jumped on someone's trampoline under some sketched out telephone wiring, walked around, layed on my beautiful floor, waxed nonsensical, drew, and damn, i guess giggled. it was fun, and i highly recommend it to all, even in small quantities
so i smoked a pack and a half the other day. james and i split a pack at this party, cuz we both forgot our smokes at home, and naturally we had to make a pact stating that we would finish our shared pack that very night. took us less than an hour. oh yeah, bragging about my negligence for my health, take that!
so i need to continue braggin about ne'er'do'wellery, so i want to mention that i never really get hangovers. yeah, even after blacking out. yup. okay, i'm through.
so i, along with my beautiful girlfiend, tried to tap into your lifestyles, that is, the white people that are reading this. i mean, she and i discussed this, we really don't understand some of the things you people do. hence, we had to go to bass pro shop and toby keith's 'i love this bar'n'grill'. now i know, and now i am that much more scared of you guys. geez.
so i am showing you the drawings for the new print of Nelly and I that i am workin on (woodblock). if you think we looked sketched out, yes, i was trying to go for that. actually, i was trying to make myself look older and worn out, and i was trying to make him look like a turtle but he looks like he might be 'a lil' slow'.
so i already know all the work left i must accomplish for this semester, and it ain't too much, yo. gotta make one more screenprint, then constitute a portfolio of my semester's work, but i think im gonna make one more "hot-nikks-esque" print, then a few single colored prints for shirts. gotta turn in my journal/sketchbook one mo' time for art therapy, and that's that. gotta finish one mo' block print for my independent studies class (see lj-cut). and then in pre-colombian art history, one mo' test, and two quizzes over stuff she isnt gonna teach us (ah damn). damn.
so i really, really like the ancient art work of mesoamerica and south america, but i really, really did not like how our instructor and her t.a. took their approach in educating us. first of all,she has this wack grading scale, that condenses everything so that below 69 is failing, which never happened to me, but that made it confusing for everything else, cuz you wouldn't know if a 75, 85, or 95 was actually the letter grade you were used to, or if it was the one below. you go to your chart of her grading,then you scream as you rejoice or lament your discovery. next, she was crazy in that 'silly-grandma-had-too-much-wine-way', which would be awesome if she was my grandmother, but alas she was my instructor, and dammit, i wish my grandmother wasn't a teetotaller, so that i could bust out a bottle of wine with her. granted i got an 'A' on our major paper, i thought the criticism was written like they just skimmed it. i dont mind some dirt, but shit, gimme real dirt. hell, she probably only liked it for the socialist undertone, that well, shit the socialist overtone i wrote as my generalized theme. wait, i dont want to complain anymore, i love the art from these places. no hokie broad is gonna ruin that!
so i tried shrooms the other weekend with O. that was kickin'. damn, if only they were easier to obtain, i would be a total shroom junkie. we jumped on someone's trampoline under some sketched out telephone wiring, walked around, layed on my beautiful floor, waxed nonsensical, drew, and damn, i guess giggled. it was fun, and i highly recommend it to all, even in small quantities
so i smoked a pack and a half the other day. james and i split a pack at this party, cuz we both forgot our smokes at home, and naturally we had to make a pact stating that we would finish our shared pack that very night. took us less than an hour. oh yeah, bragging about my negligence for my health, take that!
so i need to continue braggin about ne'er'do'wellery, so i want to mention that i never really get hangovers. yeah, even after blacking out. yup. okay, i'm through.
so i, along with my beautiful girlfiend, tried to tap into your lifestyles, that is, the white people that are reading this. i mean, she and i discussed this, we really don't understand some of the things you people do. hence, we had to go to bass pro shop and toby keith's 'i love this bar'n'grill'. now i know, and now i am that much more scared of you guys. geez.
so i am showing you the drawings for the new print of Nelly and I that i am workin on (woodblock). if you think we looked sketched out, yes, i was trying to go for that. actually, i was trying to make myself look older and worn out, and i was trying to make him look like a turtle but he looks like he might be 'a lil' slow'.