A map, some venting, and dishes should do themselves..

Sup yo’s.

I hope that everyone is having a delightful day out there in bloggy land.

So far I’ve had quite a productive day. I was hired to do some print work by a girl I went to high school with. She and her fiancé are getting married in September, and she wants me to create an area map highlighting all the important places her out-of-town guests will need to know about.

I thought it was a really sweet idea to make out-of-town guests a care package to be left in their hotel room, don’t you? (I am so going to do this btw)

What is even CUTER about this couple is they are both named Michael (She’s a Michael Ann). In high school they were best friends and we all knew her now fiancé, whom we all dubbed “Woody” (because of his last name, no other reason) was completely head-over-heals in love with her, but of course, like any good love story, she had to kiss a few frogs to realize her prince was right in front of her the whole time.

In my book, there is nothing better than doing work for people you really enjoy. I haven’t seen either of them since probably the beginning of college, but I was glad she thought of me.

I don’t know why I didn’t think about trying to do this kind of typography work on a regular basis in the first place.. I really enjoy it, and when it comes to maps, I am quite keen with spatial arrangements.

This is just the begining-- I still have lots of work to do.

I should have considered becoming an architect or interior designer—My ability to predict the dimensions of a room or an object is pretty much right on.

Anyway—I think I’m going to run with it—give my fine art twist to typography & graphic design world. If only I could draw on a Wacom tablet as well as I draw on paper. By the way this is a major frustration, and a huge disappointment.. There is nothing quite as destructive to the ego as feeling like you are at a 1^st grade drawing level when you are classically trained.

Being hired to do work feels good, but I need more work.

Next order of business is that I need to complain. Yep. I do. I try not to complain about things because it never yields significant results and almost never changes the situation but.. It’s time.

First things first.

I should preface with, my parents in no way shape or form did everything right. In fact, they did many things wrong, but what they did right was teach us how to cook, how to conduct ourselves politely, and how to generally not be lazy slobs.

I have a love/hate relationship with facebook. I love to hate it mostly, but I also rather enjoy the opportunity to keep up with old pals, and see sweet pictures of my niece. Plus, I get a lot of work through FB. But what I hate is how often people prove that they are completely brain dead, manner-less, degenerates.

I mean really.

I can’t bring myself to complain about specific individuals on my blog because, I get it, we’re all on a path and while many paths are much different than mine that doesn’t make them wrong. I still value these people as humans, but GOOD LORD.

This isn’t just a facebook thing, this is a human thing.. Particularly, in my opinion, an American thing, and it makes me bananas. I know I chose to let it affect me negatively, and mostly, I don’t allow it to interfere with my day to day.. But, it seems like the eye-rolls have been more frequent this week, and it’s only Tuesday.

I just really don’t understand how folks can go through life believing all that mass media tells them. Believing our food supply isn’t completely & totally tampered with. And most importantly, I just don’t understand how people can go through life believing that their problems are the result of someone else’s doing. Sure there is always a cause & effect, but damn it..  You are so in charge of how you let life’s BS effect/affect you. In fact, you are the only one who can control how you act, how you think, how you treat people.

It’s such a cop-out to believe otherwise.

I am just so frustrated that we live in a society that is completely disillusioned by their own crop-of-shit.  I mean, we literally have the world at our finger tips— but instead; folks like to just kill time on shit that just doesn’t even matter & spew ignorance like it’s their day job.

I’m in no way suggesting that you should spend every minute of every day engaged in cerebral activities—but, I guess my frustration lies in, I wish folks valued their time more.  I wish more people wanted to spend their time bettering themselves rather than distracting themselves & creating excuses & grasping onto ignorance pious beliefs that cripple the rights of others.

I find myself having a hard time even having conversations with people sometimes because I just want to say, “LOOK, I promise you this guy you are obsessed with is wasting your time” or “Seriously dude, you brought all these problems on yourself, change your attitude and the rest will follow” or “Wow you are a DRAMA queen” or “Really? You want to tell me about my spiritual beliefs?”

But all of those things are kind of judgey and none of my business in the grand scheme of things (except the spiritual stuff, then I just shoot them the good vibes and pray to god they get a clue)— but I had to get it off my chest so I could move onto more important things, like dishes.  

Speaking of dishes, I so wish they would just do themselves.

Tis’ all.

Namaste,

R

Ps. Check out my post last night which links you to a petition stopping a monstrosity of an act from passing in the house. It involves Monstanto.