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15 December 2009 @ 10:49 pm
15 December 2009 @ 10:38 pm
15 December 2009 @ 11:58 am
Hey, internet, I'm pretty busy today. So here's a photo.

Photo by Rae Winters. Taken, after being inspired by a video-game, Saturday night after the street fair. Hundreds of photos were taken. There will be more posted later.
For now, I've got lots of sketching to do and e-mails to write. Will catch up with comments and such tomorrow. :)

Photo by Rae Winters. Taken, after being inspired by a video-game, Saturday night after the street fair. Hundreds of photos were taken. There will be more posted later.
For now, I've got lots of sketching to do and e-mails to write. Will catch up with comments and such tomorrow. :)
14 December 2009 @ 07:56 pm
You know how corporations have mission statements? Well, I think we should all have them. We should get together with our Boards of Directors and some high-priced strategic thinkers and do visioning exercises. I myself have already done this. My Board recently approved the following mission statement for Descartes inc.:
To bring something beautiful into the world. To have a profoundly positive impact on someone's life.
The strategic thinker told me I needed to add a third principle because, well, you know, everything goes better in threes. People are just hardwired that way. Nobody ever begins an argument with "first" and ends with "second". It's always first, second, third. The strategic thinker caressed a non-existant beard and told me that my staff would internalize the mission statement better if I added a third principle. It's like a two-legged stool, he said. He looked at me hopefully. But I sent him home. I don't have any staff anyway. What do I care?
To bring something beautiful into the world. To have a profoundly positive impact on someone's life.
The strategic thinker told me I needed to add a third principle because, well, you know, everything goes better in threes. People are just hardwired that way. Nobody ever begins an argument with "first" and ends with "second". It's always first, second, third. The strategic thinker caressed a non-existant beard and told me that my staff would internalize the mission statement better if I added a third principle. It's like a two-legged stool, he said. He looked at me hopefully. But I sent him home. I don't have any staff anyway. What do I care?
14 December 2009 @ 08:44 am
THIS IS MY LAST WEEK OF SCHOOL FOR THIS TERM YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
✔TO DO LIST
Year 1 ~ Fall Term ~ Module 15: Dec 13 - Dec 19
Analysis of Form - Creating a Portfolio/The Final Critique
* Assignment 15.1: Portrait from a Photo Reference
* Read: 8 Session Pages - watch all videos - check all sideshows.
* Conversation Topic: Final thoughts
Digital Tools 1 - Fonts and Preparing Documents for Print
* Read: Classroom in a Book: InDesign CS4
o Lesson 13: Output and Exporting
* Assignment 15.1: Final Project: Magazine Layout
* Read: 13 Session Pages - watch all videos - check all sideshows.
* Conversation Topic 15.2: Class Feedback
* Misc discussion participation (4 per topic)
* Module 15 Quiz
✔TO DO LIST
Year 1 ~ Fall Term ~ Module 15: Dec 13 - Dec 19
Analysis of Form - Creating a Portfolio/The Final Critique
* Assignment 15.1: Portrait from a Photo Reference
* Read: 8 Session Pages - watch all videos - check all sideshows.
* Conversation Topic: Final thoughts
Digital Tools 1 - Fonts and Preparing Documents for Print
* Read: Classroom in a Book: InDesign CS4
o Lesson 13: Output and Exporting
* Misc discussion participation (4 per topic)
* Module 15 Quiz
14 December 2009 @ 10:50 am
This past weekend, Rae Winters and I set up at a small street fair in Collingswood, NJ. It was part of the town's monthly "2nd Saturday" event. Although it wasn't terribly successful due to bitter cold, it was a lovely day and we can't wait to give it another shot during the warmer seasons.

Considering the cold weather, the highlight of the day was being located next to a cafe with a HOT CHOCOLATE BAR. I had gingerbread hot chocolate and it was amazing. We loved the town's atmosphere and can't wait to visit again. We were told that the 2nd Saturdays are wildly successful and fun in the spring and summer! Oh yes! We will be back! I won't lie though. We didn't last very long. If I didn't see you and you came out to say hello, I apologize. We packed up and left once fingers and toes lost all feeling. Not kidding! A big thank you to those of you we did see though! The company was very welcome!
Afterward, we got gigantic burritos, played some Wii Silent Hill, watched Drag Me to Hell and ended up doing an unplanned experimental photo shoot. I don't know why, but we always do our best work together when it's late and we're exhausted. Bathrooms are usually involved. It makes no sense. I'll post some of those when I have them! :)
Now, THAT was an excellent weekend. What have you been up to?
________________________________________ _
As always, my cards and mirrors shown in the photos are available at my Etsy shop:
http://www.etsy.com/shop/JenniferRodger sArt
A selection of Rae's photo prints and cards are available on Etsy as well:
http://www.etsy.com/shop/RaeWinters

Considering the cold weather, the highlight of the day was being located next to a cafe with a HOT CHOCOLATE BAR. I had gingerbread hot chocolate and it was amazing. We loved the town's atmosphere and can't wait to visit again. We were told that the 2nd Saturdays are wildly successful and fun in the spring and summer! Oh yes! We will be back! I won't lie though. We didn't last very long. If I didn't see you and you came out to say hello, I apologize. We packed up and left once fingers and toes lost all feeling. Not kidding! A big thank you to those of you we did see though! The company was very welcome!
Afterward, we got gigantic burritos, played some Wii Silent Hill, watched Drag Me to Hell and ended up doing an unplanned experimental photo shoot. I don't know why, but we always do our best work together when it's late and we're exhausted. Bathrooms are usually involved. It makes no sense. I'll post some of those when I have them! :)
Now, THAT was an excellent weekend. What have you been up to?
________________________________________
As always, my cards and mirrors shown in the photos are available at my Etsy shop:
http://www.etsy.com/shop/JenniferRodger
A selection of Rae's photo prints and cards are available on Etsy as well:
http://www.etsy.com/shop/RaeWinters
13 December 2009 @ 06:47 pm
Crunk and grime is my bloodline. On a serious note, all sorts of pertinent things have happened since my last update. I'd like to believe that I've undergone a series of transformation, ones, that without realizing, have made me a different person all together. This, however, is not the case; in fact, it is far from the case. Some things are certain, though. Fact: lately, I am complete self-absorbed. Fact: I tell myself lies all of the time, ones which I believe.
fact: I have a short attention span.
fact: I have a short attention span.
13 December 2009 @ 10:17 pm
Current Music: Sonargaon (Daniel Masson) - Buddha-Bar (CD Series)
13 December 2009 @ 10:15 pm
Current Music: Tora To Thimithikes (Natassa Theodoridou) - Buddha-Bar (CD Series)
13 December 2009 @ 07:30 am

My school supplys for Spring term came today!!! This shipment had twice as many supplys as my last order. Its so fun getting the opportunity to buy all this and being taught how to actually USE it all properly! Im exited about learning about calligraphy. My handwriting is terrible and I couldn't write anything pretty for the life of me! (without relying on a FONT lol) Im even going lean how to bind my own book! @_@
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13 December 2009 @ 12:33 am
Each of us is alone in our universe. Only art and love can save us.
To his lost lover
Simon Armitage
Now they are no longer
any trouble to each other
he can turn things over, get down to that list
of things that never happened, all of the lost
unfinishable business.
For instance… for instance,
how he never clipped and kept her hair, or drew a hairbrush
through that style of hers, and never knew how not to blush
at the fall of her name in close company.
How they never slept like buried cutlery –
two spoons or forks cupped perfectly together,
or made the most of some heavy weather –
walked out into hard rain under sheet lightning,
or did the gears while the other was driving.
How he never raised his fingertips
to stop the segments of her lips
from breaking the news,
or tasted the fruit
or picked for himself the pear of her heart,
or lifted her hand to where his own heart
was a small, dark, terrified bird
in her grip. Where it hurt.
Or said the right thing,
or put it in writing.
And never fled the black mile back to his house
before midnight, or coaxed another button of her blouse,
the another,
or knew her
favourite colour,
her taste, her flavour,
and never ran a bath or held a towel for her,
or soft-soaped her, or whipped her hair
into an ice-cream cornet or a beehive
of lather, or acted out of turn, or misbehaved
when he might have, or worked a comb
where no comb had been, or walked back home
through a black mile hugging a punctured heart,
where it hurt, where it hurt, or helped her hand
to his butterfly heart
in its two blue halves.
And never almost cried,
and never once described
an attack of the heart,
or under a silk shirt
nursed in his hand her breast,
her left, like a tear of flesh
wept by the heart,
where it hurts,
or brushed with his thumb the nut of her nipple,
or drank intoxicating liquors from her navel.
Or christened the Pole Star in her name,
or shielded the mask of her face like a flame,
a pilot light,
or stayed the night,
or steered her back to that house of his,
or said “Don’t ask me how it is
I like you.
I just might do.”
How he never figured out a fireproof plan,
or unravelled her hand, as if her hand
were a solid ball
of silver foil
and discovered a lifeline hiding inside it,
and measured the trace of his own alongside it.
But said some things and never meant them –
sweet nothings anybody could have mentioned.
And left unsaid some things he should have spoken,
about the heart, where it hurt exactly, and how often.
Courtesty of
exceptindreams
To his lost lover
Simon Armitage
Now they are no longer
any trouble to each other
he can turn things over, get down to that list
of things that never happened, all of the lost
unfinishable business.
For instance… for instance,
how he never clipped and kept her hair, or drew a hairbrush
through that style of hers, and never knew how not to blush
at the fall of her name in close company.
How they never slept like buried cutlery –
two spoons or forks cupped perfectly together,
or made the most of some heavy weather –
walked out into hard rain under sheet lightning,
or did the gears while the other was driving.
How he never raised his fingertips
to stop the segments of her lips
from breaking the news,
or tasted the fruit
or picked for himself the pear of her heart,
or lifted her hand to where his own heart
was a small, dark, terrified bird
in her grip. Where it hurt.
Or said the right thing,
or put it in writing.
And never fled the black mile back to his house
before midnight, or coaxed another button of her blouse,
the another,
or knew her
favourite colour,
her taste, her flavour,
and never ran a bath or held a towel for her,
or soft-soaped her, or whipped her hair
into an ice-cream cornet or a beehive
of lather, or acted out of turn, or misbehaved
when he might have, or worked a comb
where no comb had been, or walked back home
through a black mile hugging a punctured heart,
where it hurt, where it hurt, or helped her hand
to his butterfly heart
in its two blue halves.
And never almost cried,
and never once described
an attack of the heart,
or under a silk shirt
nursed in his hand her breast,
her left, like a tear of flesh
wept by the heart,
where it hurts,
or brushed with his thumb the nut of her nipple,
or drank intoxicating liquors from her navel.
Or christened the Pole Star in her name,
or shielded the mask of her face like a flame,
a pilot light,
or stayed the night,
or steered her back to that house of his,
or said “Don’t ask me how it is
I like you.
I just might do.”
How he never figured out a fireproof plan,
or unravelled her hand, as if her hand
were a solid ball
of silver foil
and discovered a lifeline hiding inside it,
and measured the trace of his own alongside it.
But said some things and never meant them –
sweet nothings anybody could have mentioned.
And left unsaid some things he should have spoken,
about the heart, where it hurt exactly, and how often.
Courtesty of
10 December 2009 @ 10:19 pm
10 December 2009 @ 10:12 pm
Here's a tip. If you're Canadian don't go to Kenya. Apparently the government believes that impersonating Canadian citizens is a national pass-time in that country. They will tell you you don't "look like your picture" and also you don't "look autistic enough". They won't let you get on a plane home.
Also iTunes Genius has developed a rather unsettling psychological profile for me. Judging by their recommendations, I like my music really, really slow, a little quirky and non-specifically morose. Music for very tired, depressed, pretentious people. Or people on really powerful opiate-based medication. I'm almost contemplating buying a bunch of uptempo music just so I can get some recommendations that are less gloomy.
Also iTunes Genius has developed a rather unsettling psychological profile for me. Judging by their recommendations, I like my music really, really slow, a little quirky and non-specifically morose. Music for very tired, depressed, pretentious people. Or people on really powerful opiate-based medication. I'm almost contemplating buying a bunch of uptempo music just so I can get some recommendations that are less gloomy.
10 December 2009 @ 12:16 pm
For those of you local to New Jersey:
This weekend, I'll be participating in a 2nd Saturday event in Collingswood, NJ:
http://www.secondsaturdaycollingswood.i nfo/
Christmas in a Classic Town - A night of holiday art, hot cocoa, carolers and cheer. Our classic town sparkles this time of year and is well known for that hometown holiday feel. We pair it with arts and music to make it even more special.

I'll be bringing my holiday cards and a few other wares and I'll definitely be there from 2pm to 5pm. Possibly later if that cocoa and carols business is as nice as it sounds. :) If you're in the area and this sounds like fun, please be sure to stop by and see me. I don't have location information yet, but I doubt I'll be too hard to find.
This weekend, I'll be participating in a 2nd Saturday event in Collingswood, NJ:
http://www.secondsaturdaycollingswood.i
Christmas in a Classic Town - A night of holiday art, hot cocoa, carolers and cheer. Our classic town sparkles this time of year and is well known for that hometown holiday feel. We pair it with arts and music to make it even more special.

I'll be bringing my holiday cards and a few other wares and I'll definitely be there from 2pm to 5pm. Possibly later if that cocoa and carols business is as nice as it sounds. :) If you're in the area and this sounds like fun, please be sure to stop by and see me. I don't have location information yet, but I doubt I'll be too hard to find.










