Glue is finished. This identity has come to its end.

Sorry to those who cared. Your welcome to those who didn't.

If you're tempting the idea of becoming a typesetter, I've a suggestion for you. Read this little article from Jeremy Mickel about the process in creating his first font: The First Ones the Hardest

And if you're still interested and want more: On snot and fonts


Myself, I don't believe I'll pursue a typography career even though I have a love for the algorithmic maths and culture (sorta). Designing is a wondrous, creative, heady gift if you can get it right. But I believe I don't possess the innate qualities for a life sustaining career. I just fiddle with design. And I'll continue to fiddle with it to my grave. I guess it's the awe I feel when dissecting another's work, to find the minor details hidden in open view. Uncovering your secrets doesn't produce this feeling but knowing you put yourself through hell to find perfection... That is inspiring. And that is why I continue to fiddle with these torturous 1/100th point bezier movements so that fucking M looks legible in low lighting.

Hi guys. I'm in a photography class this semester. That's something artsy, right? I'll be posting my assignments so you guys can tell me I suck at photography.

Woohoo! I'll be submitting things again.

Alright. I've submitted a few new items recently. Did you guys notice? I imagine a few more things will be coming soon. I haven't felt like doing the visual arts stuff in a while.

Since I've begun reading a few more design blogs, I've felt the need to bring my ideas to fruition. I keep notebooks full of creativeness. I've got half-thought poetry, architectural design notes, lamp/lighting designs, physics research (sonoluminescence not cold fusion), scribbles, recipes*. I'll try to put a few things up here.

I'd kill (murder) for some feedback and constructive criticism from this community. It seems that I'm easily overlooked (still) in this detached crowd of 8 million artists. Sure, I'll get some favs, but hardly do I come upon a voice requiting my work's lack of sheen. Or a few words to guide me in my artistic endeavors. What's worse... My love music, well, there's no feedback there.



Oh, and did you see that last journal? I worked my ass off on the music and birthed an EP. I gave myself a deadline of 2008. Just any time during the last year. So on New Year's Eve, I posted all the worthwhile tracks here and here. It's an EP because it was not finished. There is no scoping theme, no genre slipping glissando from beginning to end this time. I did put in more than before. By that I mean I tried new techniques like frequency dithering and hardware (circuit bending even). I'm not using the name Tendron again. I've changed. The music's direction has changed. Name needs to change, and I need some ideas. Tendron sucks as a name since it's not even a real word. I've set another deadline for myself: an EP (under 30 mins) on this new name during 2009.

*1 egg, 1 cup peanut butter, 1 cup sugar. 10 mins @ 350°F. This is actually good.

Hey! Look what I did today.