This is rad. (translation here.)
This is scary, but rad.
The last week of school has arrived. Five projects (this includes one 3000 wd essay and two formal presentations, as well as a fairly complex flash project that hasn't really been given much thought) are due in the next 5 days. Exhaustion has began setting in every so often, especially after spending entire, 12 hour days sitting in front of screens, then spending entire 12 hour nights sitting in front of screens. A break was had on Friday, as the communication design and industrial design grad night was held. Hundreds in attendance, watching a range of presentations given by the graduates; projects they had been working on for either one semester or one year. Hate me if you will, disagree if you must – the small handful of projects I saw were not very innovative, uninteresting and unoriginal. Being the type nerd that I am, I always went with the typography projects. Yawning was inevitable throughout much of what I saw; though I should give props out to one interactive piece related to hip-hop culture – it was obvious much thought and work went into it, most importantly it meant something to the designer. I just have a bit of a problem with some people who take this last chance to experiment, to ask questions and to explore a medium or idea – and waste the opportunity by making something dull and easily marketable? It is more important to challenge yourself and make yourself aware of something that you never thought of, that wasn't there before. To be fair, I attended perhaps 6-10% of the presentations. I am sure there must have been a few that stood out and showed potential, though I did not see them. So, that is just my perspective and I wanted to put it out there. Next year I expect more out of you guys! (er, us) Eventually I found myself back at the bar, begging my fellow classmates/barmaids to fill my eensy teensy wine glass to the brim to I could at least get my money's worth. Soon after, they ran out of boos and quickly we all escaped to the nearest bar, where I remembered why I hated that place so much, then escaped again 5 minutes later to Granville Island's classy version of Hooters. But, I knew almost every patron and it wasn't raining, the starry sky watched over our tables as we threw a few back and shut the place down.
The last week of school has arrived. Five projects (this includes one 3000 wd essay and two formal presentations, as well as a fairly complex flash project that hasn't really been given much thought) are due in the next 5 days. Exhaustion has began setting in every so often, especially after spending entire, 12 hour days sitting in front of screens, then spending entire 12 hour nights sitting in front of screens. A break was had on Friday, as the communication design and industrial design grad night was held. Hundreds in attendance, watching a range of presentations given by the graduates; projects they had been working on for either one semester or one year. Hate me if you will, disagree if you must – the small handful of projects I saw were not very innovative, uninteresting and unoriginal. Being the type nerd that I am, I always went with the typography projects. Yawning was inevitable throughout much of what I saw; though I should give props out to one interactive piece related to hip-hop culture – it was obvious much thought and work went into it, most importantly it meant something to the designer. I just have a bit of a problem with some people who take this last chance to experiment, to ask questions and to explore a medium or idea – and waste the opportunity by making something dull and easily marketable? It is more important to challenge yourself and make yourself aware of something that you never thought of, that wasn't there before. To be fair, I attended perhaps 6-10% of the presentations. I am sure there must have been a few that stood out and showed potential, though I did not see them. So, that is just my perspective and I wanted to put it out there. Next year I expect more out of you guys! (er, us) Eventually I found myself back at the bar, begging my fellow classmates/barmaids to fill my eensy teensy wine glass to the brim to I could at least get my money's worth. Soon after, they ran out of boos and quickly we all escaped to the nearest bar, where I remembered why I hated that place so much, then escaped again 5 minutes later to Granville Island's classy version of Hooters. But, I knew almost every patron and it wasn't raining, the starry sky watched over our tables as we threw a few back and shut the place down.
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