March 29, 2007

One of the things that drives me batshit crazy about graphic design

I subscribe to a quarterly (?) an occasional publication produced by Winterhouse, Jessica Helfand and William Drenttel’s design company/group/whatever in Connecticut. It’s an interesting, large magazine-ish publication, printed on newsprint and inked in one color two colors.

However, every time I look at it I wonder what would happen if I was the one that produced it. I don’t have to think very long to find the answer: other designers would thrash it. The fact that JF and WD are producing it makes it acceptable because they’re huge in the design industry. Sure, the work is good, but it’s made better because of the names BEHIND the work.

The same goes for work of other big name designers. I don’t particularly care for most of Paul Rand’s work (heresy, I know), nor do I think everything David Carson has done is all that wondrous, nor do I think Pentagram consistently produces mind blowing designs. These people/companies produce good work, but because I’m a student if I did the same work it would not be seen in the same glowing light. In fact, similar designs produced by Yours Truly would more likely than not inspire a pat on the head, a “nice try little boy,” and another return to the drawing board.

Last night I participated in an AIGA student portfolio review. The things prospective employers were looking for from students did not necessarily mesh with the work of JF, WD, PR, or DC (okay, maybe the DCs had some representation). In other words, the expectations employers have of students seem out of whack with the industry from which we’ve derived much of our inspiration. Students at the portfolio review who clearly deviated from what their design programs expected of them seemed to be the ones who were offered jobs on the spot; the folks who employed modernism and the Zen that so many professors (and the JFs, and the WDs, etc.) use as its wrapping were often passed by.

I fall into the latter category. Everyone that reviewed my portfolio liked the work I displayed, but it was clear that many of them were looking for folks who could design snowboards. With each passing, I thought to myself “what if Michael Beirut showed my work as if it was his?” Something tells me the folks who walked by would not have walked by.

I do good work, I know I do. The people who reviewed my work confirmed it. It just seems odd to me that college design programs could be so out of whack with the realities of the design field. Design changes so much it’s not realistic to expect curriculums to adapt, but there is such a HUGE disconnect with some programs that I have to wonder what the folks who administer them are thinking. I’m not talking about any school in particular; I’m talking about MANY schools, as quite a few were represented at the portfolio review.

Anyway, I’m graduating in just over a month. That’s when the real fun begins.

...filed under "Confused, Design, Opinions, School" @ 10:13 am

March 10, 2007

Finding troops for Iraq

I just read a news story on Yahoo about the Pentagon having trouble finding new people to fight in Iraq.

Oh, rilly?

Here’s a few sources that they should be able to tap:

  • All the pro-war Americans who voted Bush (pronounced “buhsh,” like “rush” with a B) back into office in 2004. I’m sure every one of them would be proud to make the ultimate sacrifice for…someone’s…country.
  • Call me crazy, but isn’t there an ENTIRE COUNTRY FULL OF IRAQIS who are supposed to be doing this fighting, not us? Talk about a tree that’s ripe for pickin’.
  • It’s tired, I know, but the children of our representatives on Capitol Hill are still sitting around twisting doobies and getting drunk on taxpayer dollars. Give them something to do. Send them over.
  • Did I mention that there’s an ENTIRE COUNTRY FULL OF IRAQIS? Oh, I did. Sorry.

Why politicians don’t ask me for advice is a mystery.

...filed under "Confused, Politics" @ 8:11 am

February 14, 2007

Not to bring up a sore subject, but…

…every time I’ve been to Trolley Square — every time — there have been police cars in the parking lot. Not only on weekends but also on weekdays. Ditto for scattered businesses around Trolley Square. Yet for some reason, it took the SLC police 3 minutes to get to the mall Monday night.

Salt Lake City isn’t Washington, D.C., or Seattle, or San Francisco. The best way I can describe it is “a small town with a few big buildings in it.” With lights and sirens going, a cop could probably get from one side of downtown to the other, turn around, and come most of the way back in the time it took the SLC police to respond to the shooting.

I appreciate the fact that the shooting was stopped, but I’m sorry, 3 minutes?? I can’t believe for a second that there wasn’t a SLC police car within 3 minutes of the mall. I’m about 3 minutes from the mall, and I live 10 blocks south of the damn thing. I know there were cops between here and there Monday night.

I’ll shut up now.

...filed under "Confused, Crime" @ 10:18 am

October 6, 2006

Putting in writing what I’m tired of pondering in silence

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I’ve never been all that fond of ancient houses. I can’t explain 100% of why that is. I’m sure there’s something I’m missing about them because so many people swear by them. Perhaps people feel that older homes have no sharp edges, or the smells of decades of pot roast and potatoes that have soaked into the walls make them think of the comforts of childhood. Or perhaps they just like the aesthetics of old homes. I don’t know. And really, I don’t care.

All I know is I don’t like my 80+ year old home. It’s bad enough that Brenda and I have dumped lots of money into restoring chunks of the structure, starting with the roof and not quite ending with the bathroom. And the list of crap that needs fixing continues to lengthen as we await the final death rattle of our sewer lateral. That’s going to be a joy to fix. And cheap, too.

But that’s not the worst of it. What tops the list of reasons to pack up and leave is this: I’m now convinced this house is haunted. (more…)

...filed under "Confused, Strange" @ 9:21 pm

May 12, 2006

CarTalk guys… Switched?

Okay, so this is going to be a boring post.

Up until last week I thought the squirrelly sounding “main brother” hosting CarTalk was the skinny, Brillo-haired, ’stache/bearded guy and the hefty sounding, slightly slower “sidekick brother” was the heavy guy. I associated the voices so fiercely with their appearances that seeing them on TV gave me a major shock: all this time I’ve had it backwards. Can you believe it? The heavy guy is the “main brother” and Brillo Boy is the “sidekick.”

Argh… The voices don’t fit, like, at all. I can’t unwrap my brain and rewrap it around this new information. It’s quite a dilemma.

...filed under "Confused" @ 2:17 pm

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