On the Never-Nude

My credit card is running away with me, turning everything around me an alarming shade of red. Nude No More indeed.

On Being...

In January I spent two weeks interning at SL Magazine.
While I was there, I worked on two silly little pages that
were published in the current issue and I'm listed as a
contributor. It was pretty exciting opening the issue at
the bookshop, checking the index and turning to the pages.

On Flashing Lights and Wandering Eyes

I was horrified when I stumbled across the TokyoFlash website. I had been working on a system of representing time using as few LED's as possible in an intuitive way. The watches on TokyoFlash are so far more advanced than where I was when I found the site. So while I'm still networking in order to develop the system - first into a clock and then into a watch - I decided to get myself one for the meantime.

I was checking the my statistics expecting to see dismally low, or more accurately missing, visits to Divination. I'm surprised to see that there are quite a few regular and seemingly silent readers. Please indulge me. I'd like to find out about who you are if your system matches the following:

1. Firefox on Mac OSX in (Possibly) Johannesburg (I think I know who this is)
   
2. Opera on unknown OS in (Possibly) Randburg
3. Firefox on Windows XP in (Possibly) Johannesburg
4. Mozilla on unknown OS in California - Inktomi Corporation (I've noticed your visits since the beginning of Divination)

It's funny how the title of this post seems to describe my social life at the moment.

On the End of Nudity

My first order of Threadless t-shirts are as follows:

On Sunblock

It's off to the sunlaced Wild Coast for me in a couple of hours. I don't think that there'll be an internet cafe. More than that, I don't think I'll be in any mood to track one down. Take care and enjoy your week.

On Passing the Time

My last deadline was a week ago. My conscience is lighter, my back is straighter and my hair is shorter.

The more endearing of my flaws rest in the department building. One lies inbetween others like it. It keeps to itself and speaks when spoken to. The other hangs on the wall for all to see.

There, watching, she stands for a moment. She'll look up at an image before looking into it.

Five days since I first met her, this is the fourth night that I've seen her. The only time that I run out of things to say is when I watch the words fall from her lips.

On Tag

As the first person to use my tagboard in two months (other than myself) Arcadia has started a viral post. Having already tagged Leon and Karen, and since Mike's removed his tagboard, my only target is Anni.
Here are my 20 random facts:

I hate getting wet but I have often stood in the rain.

My Grandfather was Cypriot.

I met Percy after my parents were divorced.

The only items of clothing that I buy for the brand are shoes.

I have no cavities or fillings in my teeth.

When I was 8, I plagiarised The Hobbit for a personal short story.

I wanted to become a Paleontologist (digs up dinosaur bones) when I was in primary school.

I think that struggling builds character.

I don't need to be alone to be lonely.

My nursery school was Afrikaans and my high school was bilingual.

I camped-out at a three day music festival alone.

I used to name bright stars after girls I had a crush on.

I learnt to drive when I was 12.

Despite being a big-time gamer, I refuse to play an X-Box because it's made by Microsoft.

I think that Saturday Night Live sucks.

I never studied art at high school.

I can't sing but I do anyway.

I hate the Vodacom Meercat.

I can't remember the happiest day of my life so far (there have been a few).

I love looking at things that people keep in their rooms.

On Ninja Rabbits and Pilot Dogs

The two practical subjects in Information Design are Information Design (Design) and Imaging and Visualisation (Illustration). Pursuing this career was always going to be problmatic for me. At highschool I studied Accounting, Computer Science, Maths, Science and the languages. All this at Pro Arte Alphen Park - "the arts school" of Pretoria. At the entrance exam (for a highschool?) I thought that I was going to study art.

It came to me late in my highschool career that there were actually people that created CD sleeves and movie posters. It wasn't too difficult to see that I wasn't happy with the business route - the fact that I was the laziest student that got by purely by natural ability might have been a clue. I took a gap year and prepared myself for the task of creating a "portfolio" to hand in at my Information Design entrance exam. Second choice was Architecture (missed the M-score by 2 points - laziness) and third was Journalism (with a heavy leaning towards Photo Journalism).

Creativity was the most important thing in the course. Nevertheless technical ability was what was preached for the entire first year. I was always on my backfoot in every Illustration class although I felt as though I caught up pretty well. Second year turned things mostly in my favour and I forgot about any inferiority complexes I had developed. Until character design that is.

Chenette Swart was our lecturer for the last three character projects. It started off well when we had to do self-characterisation - the fruits of which grace the page to your right. Afterwards it was all down hill. She is constantly pushing for honesty in our work (which is a very good thing for us to have), but she makes assumptions about the types of people we are and what it is that we need to be honest to. It was exactly this that brought back those doubts in technical ability.

Thankfully the current character development project greeted me with the absence of Ms Swart. I have so much less to worry about, and so much less to freeze up over. I would even venture to say that it's fun.

Well Hello Mr Fancypants!

How sad is it that I don't even have time to blog? Deadline upon test upon due date upon work shift. Exams are only 12 days away and the most attention I have been able to pay them has been to print out the timetable. I have noticed citizens getting restless. Anyone for some cake?

These are a few things I might have failed to mention about my trip to The Fairest Cape in December.

I visited the Newlands Brewery with Frank. The air outside was the most delicious air I have sniff-tasted so far (rich-and-cereal-like-even).

These bartaps were well and truly frozen over. We were allowed two complimentary pints each. When the bartender disappeared, Frank and I helped ourselves to more.






This is a "puzzle" hanging in Oblivion - frequented by non-jock, laid-back regulars in shorts and slops. I had it on good authority that many a drunk patron has tried to rearrange the usually jumbled pieces into a complete image. Such a lot of effort when you could see the unmolested image hanging in the men's bathroom.

They're also got a range of games to play including 30 seconds and "Dare Jenga". I both wore a halter top and belly danced on the table.





Not much to say about this. I guess this Penny Arcade strip is now slightly moot.










This was made for a Record Sleeve competition a couple of weeks ago. It took me a couple of hours and it turned out very messy. I handed it in to a lecturer that was involved. There was meant to be some sort of an auction of the numerous entries with the proceeds going to the Hospice. On the night there was only one sleeve and mine was somehow missing. I'm thinking either my lecturer kept it for herself or, most likely, the organiser tossed it with a snide "Pffftt wahaha".

Working in the bookshop can be draining at times. It's not difficult work at all, however there are difficult people to deal with every so often. We often stand around chewing the fat but receiving and packing away new stock can certainly build up on you. There are advantages: discount; access to such rich, creative material; finding interesting items; etc...

This one caught my eye for its strange names that remind me of someone.








Ladies and gentlement, please warm your hands for the one and only, Mr Jack Johnson.

And imagine my surprise at finding out the true meaning of Emo.

Stick a fork in me...

On a Work in Progress

On an Old Discovery with New Appeal

Visit Kurt Halsey Frederiksen.

On the Reason for my Truancy

Rebranded Zambuk tin.

Dust jacket.

Bag image.

These are the images that need no explanation and look good when taken out of context.

On Myself and Things Related to Me

Ah. My exams are done. At least until I find out if I have any supplemenary exams. I feel like things went well. Marketing is still up in the air. That's what happens when you don't attend classes for the semester and then have 17 chapters to learn for the exam.

Last night was my last exam and I had a 21st directly afterward. Went to work with a hangover and had another 21st directly afterward. Another shift with a headache is nothing considering the relief of being finished with second year.

I am considering sending in applications for the Laugh It Off Annual 2005 as well as another annual specifically for Tuks Design and Fine Arts work.

I'm really looking forward to my impending trip to Cape Town.

A friend of mine writes articles for Pretoria News. His assignments involve investigating the effects of tourism on the twonships and such. He told me that the newspaper rarely has any photographers available to accompany him to the townships and he pretty much offered me the job. Hopefully I'll have some credits in the Capitals most widely read newspaper soon.