Hahahahah-ilarious!

To the Australian that came here by way of a google search for "oldwhores", thank you for making my life.

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Wow, it's been a ton of time. I feel like one of those rappers who makes it big and forgets about their hood so makes the obligatory "I'm still down" song. Well gang, I'm still down. Down fo' life. Which leads me to another topic. I have come to notice, through the help of the "keyword search" section of Google Analytics that most of the people that visit this blog, namely you, don't in fact know me. Sadder still, you probably don't really care to know me. You're here trying to find out about that fucking Midwest Fo' Life shirt I blogged about ages ago.


Yes, this one. It's made little bloggy pretty popular. I'm the second result on Google of that phrase. Yay me! I'm not even the second result with my name. I don't want to talk about it because I already have. I'm not sure where I'm going with this. I don't plan on selling the shirt or giving it away any time soon. So if that's why you came, I bid ye good day!

Movin' on up

to the tumblr side. thehauteness.tumblr.com
I'm not sure what I'm going to do with this one yet...

This week, Flickr debacles, and my Christmas list draft

I've pretty much had this mental block against taking Friday classes since my undergrad days. Well this semester, I've taken it a step further and incorporated Thursdays as well so I can intern 2 days of the week. This means that I don't have class tomorrow, Tuesday the 25th. Explanation time. The New School, in their infinite wisdom, has one of the most effed up calendars since the Romans added July and August to the mix. We started the semester on a Tuesday. However due to Yom Kippur, we also missed a Tuesday and a Wednesday for all classes that started after 4:00p.m. So, instead of letting those Tuesday schedules cancel one another out, tomorrow we go to Thursday classes instead because they'll be cancelled for the holiday. But that means we have to make up the Tuesday class on the last day of the semester, December 23rd. Also, on Wednesday I have to go to any of my classes that start after 4:00. I have Silkscreen from 6-8:40. And we only get the weekend off. By now you should be thinking "Wait Rebecca, you don't have class on Thursday or Friday anyways, so this is just like a regular weekend for you, minus your internships which are all you live for during the week anyway". And to this I answer "Don't I know it" with my heart breaking inside. This will be my first Thanksgiving away from home. I'm pretty "meh" about it, though I do miss Troy. I know I'll see my family again in exactly a month**. So don't worry about me.

I spent 75 minutes in the Barnes and Noble on 18th street browsing the graphic design section and *gasp* reading the books. I was tres enthralled and if I get reincarnated I want to come back as, in this order, one of Oprah's puppies, hard balls lawyer, doctor, graphic designer, CFO of a Fortune 500 company. I ended up buying a book called Special Packaging because I really want to present my final project in a different way that everyone else's. So I have to prove to my teacher that I can make one by Monday. Game on Nina...
On a related note, I want more design related books for my collection. Graphics Alive and Girly Graphics *cough cough*. But not for Christmas. The only thing I want is this:
I came across it as I was searching for more ways to fold boxes. My life's path has kind of already been decided for me by myself. I'm going to graduate, become a lowly design assistant or build a design consortium with friends while living in a rehabbed loft probably in Soho or Park Slope while paying off my mountains of debt. Then some big buyer is going to stop me on the street one day while I'm wearing one of my original pieces and ask me where I got it. I'll tell them I can have samples made up for their stores by the next week. I'll sell to them and make my first fortune. Then I'll be able to move to the Upper East Side and also have a condo in which to 'summer' in Chicago. And that's where this chandelier will go.

**I have a pact with God that I can't die in New York City. It's too shameful for both of us.

And bless mommy and daddy and Kanye West...

So I have 808's and Heartbreak (yes, a few days early but that's beside the point), and I can't help but feel awful for Kanye Omari [West]. Clearly his mother's death, as it would have done to any of us with half an emotive inkling in our bodies, affected him greatly. Coupled with the end of his 18 month engagement with Alexis P, he's going through some deep shit. While searching for the album art on the Goog, I came across this interview he did with the Telegraph.

"The reason why I feel I had to give a little introductory speech before you heard the album is because this is not hip-hop music," he says. "Taking a sample, looping it and doing all that 'throw your hands up in the sky' thing has become such a cliché. Hip-hop is over for me. I sing, not rap, on this album. I now want to be grouped among those musicians you see in those old black and white photos - the Rolling Stones, Jimi Hendrix, the Beatles. And I'm not going to get there by doing just another rap album full of samples. I've had to create a whole new musical genre to describe what I'm doing now and I'm calling it 'pop-art' - which is not to be confused with the visual art movement. I realise that my place and position in history is that I will go down as the voice of a generation."

I'm happy for him for being/ thinking himself an evolutionary, even though I will forever love all his cliche stuff too. Howevs, this album is not up to his standards of excellence. Far be it from me as an adoring fan to have high expectations for a quaternary effort. There's parts of certain songs where he channels everyone's voice from Ozzy Osbourne's to Phil Collins', unintentionally unearthing their best kept autotune vocal secrets. Some of the efforts sound unfinished, and more importantly, there's not one cocky, sophomoric, or braggadocious rhyme to be heard. Come on 'Ye! Are you telling me that lines like "You remind me of my Jeep but not no Kia, we can talk on my cell but not Nokia" are beneath you now? Is this bland hologram of your former self all we have to look forward to now? Are you done with your era of being America's favorite sore winner? I sincerely hope not.
Well, he gets a soul clap from me for his efforts. And a trip to Targ on Tuesday to get the actual jewel cased LP. I implore you to buy the album as well, this time I think he needs the money...

Don't you know you're like a candle I'm the only one who handles you...

I've taken to not even opening my iTunes anymore, cause all the songs I love are already on iPhoney. So I'm sitting here watching American Dad, browsing funkylala and listening to songs on my phone, when this gem comes up:

If you can't see, that's Cold Blooded from the Rick James: The Ultimate Collection. No shame, it's on there for a reason. In fact, the only time I'm ashamed of any song on my phone is when I finish listening to "Tape You" from In Search Of...,Pharrell says "And cut...and action", and the subsequent simulated sex act on the outro. And even then I'm only semi ashamed, and only when I'm near old people and the volume is all the way up. I'm sorry, the underlying beat is tres mesmerizing (minus the slurps and moans).
The next song in iPhoney's shuffle was "The Cliche Lil' Wayne Feature", by my favorite up and coming rapper, Wale. He's great. Get on the bandwagon before he blows up (more than he already has, he's produced by Mark Ronson and has cosigns from every respected MC in the game). He released a highly anticipated mixtape this summer called "The Mixtape About Nothing". I know what you're thinking, and here's the album art:Love the Jordans mixed in with the Seinfeld shoes! It's a free download that I highly suggest. My favorite tracks are The Opening Sequence, The Manipulation, oh fuck it I like them all. He's a genius wordsmith. Also, Julia Louis Dreyfuss makes an appearance at the end of one of the songs. But I can't remember which one. I'm going to retry the Flickr thing because that first picture was #2206 on my camera and if my memory card gets corrupted I'm so screwed. Also I have beautiful and incriminating pictures of you all to share...Like this one

I love blurry drunken pictures because they encapsulate the spirit of the time. I think this was the night with the gypsy cards, which was one of my favorites. Ok, I gotta go to sleep. I can't miss 2 internships in one week, it would be unsouthern*


*Golden Girls inside joke...with myself?

P.S.- If you noticed, the asterisked portion wasn't linked when I originally posted this, but I decided to do a google search for the words golden+girls+unsouthern for the hell of it. Wow, EVERYTHING is on youtube.

Doing my Homevorks

No, that isn't a typo in my title. I'm just a bitch for mocking my Romanian teacher's accent. I called in sick at LaRok today. I think it's a stress induced illness. Scratch that, I know it's a stress induced illness. I'm overworked and thinking about the money necessary to pay back this educational endeavor scares the shit out of me every day to the point of my present sickness. Side note: I think my pinky is broken and has been for at least 2 weeks. Howevs, I don't have time to get it checked out. Ok, that's the end of my sadness. I'm kind of glad to be immunocompromised bear, because I get to get some of my homework done. Last semester I was bogged down, taking 8 classes and my gpa was subpar by my standards. This semester I know what's expected of me and I'm getting straight A's at the moment. Yay me. And my classes are all so fun and I'm going to be so sad when this semester is over. For my processes and skills class- basically an intro to graphic design- we've created ourselves as a brand, complete with logos, hangtags, and business cards. Here's the business card I made for homework, the mirrored r's are my logo (we had to include the bleed on the cards for the printer):My teacher's name is Nina, and she's from England. She says "Jolly good!" all the time and we get tea breaks! Also, her husband baked us cupcakes for our midterms. How cool is that?


I also love my technical drawing class. We make production flats in Illustrator. You may recall a few years ago when I wanted to marry Macromedia Flash. Well I change my mind, I want to marry the entire Creative Suite. We just have the same principles and ideals. I'm supposed to be working on a button down shirt while I'm typing this but shit's not working out.
Anyways, we had to create a collection of 4 basics in 2 colorways for the midterm. Here's one of the colorways:And in silkscreen. Don't even get me started on the sheer coolness that is silkscreen class. I wanted to print a Ryan McGinness, but my teacher wanted me to alter his perfect works. I see why, Ryan's medium is silkscreen so it would just be a plagiaristic reproduction. But that was just one of my phenomenal ideas, so instead I'm printing this in CMYK:I have to make 20 but only turn in 2 so if you want one, holla! I'll post pictures after I do the screens which should be next Monday morning if I wake up for it. So that's my life right now. TTYLZ!