Not feeling particularly inspired today, but I did find myself at one point checking out the Curling Federation’s website for rules on how the game is played, so I decided to go with that.
For the record, I still don’t quite understand how the game is scored and/or played. I’ve heard it’s like shuffleboard (of which I know absolutely nothing) on ice, but what little strategy I’ve sort of picked up makes me think of pool (billiards) a bit.
I spent some time today “blipping” tunes on blip.fm. One of the tracks that I listened to was Screamin’ Jay Hawkins’ I Put A Spell On You (I have it on a cd somewhere), later covered by CCR. The song title stuck in my head, so I figured I would use it for today’s piece.
Nothing fancy. Just some textures and a little type.
I can tell Tuesday nights are going t0 be rough. At least until May In a word: Lost. By the time the week’s episode is over and I get around to sit in front of the computer (following a requisite, yet somewhat brief, post-ep discussion) it’s almost 11pm. Last night I had it all laid out, the file was ready, and then Illustrator decided to drag its feet. Almost an hour later and things were still moving like molasses in a Minnesota winter. In the end, I started nodding off at my desk, so I decided to bag it and put my #daily365 out in the morning.
Once I took a look at it again in the morning light, what looked good last night now seemed a bit corny. So I decided to re-tool it a bit. I’m not 100% satisfied with the result (I think using a displacement map might have helped), but I’m bound by my time constraints, and I intend to follow and honor them.
Last night I got this idea for the day’s piece, but I was just too tired to sit down to either sketch this out or draw it digitally. So, it’s out this morning.
The words are from La Borinqueña, which is the official anthem for Puerto Rico. The image is that of a garita (pronounced gah-REE-tah), a watchpost/turret built on all forts during the 1500s by the Spanish, and one of the images most commonly associated with Puerto Rico (I think). There are alternate lyrics to the song, but I’ll address those with tomorrow’s (or rather, today’s) piece.
Most folks that know me for more than 5 minutes know that The Beatles are, without question, my favorite band. Ever. They were there at the beginning, thanks to my Dad, who exposed my ears to the Beatles, the Beach Boys, and quite a good number of artists from the 50s, 60s and 70s. In turn, I exposed him to such things as 80s New Wave/Art Rock, heavy metal and “electro boogie” (it had not yet been christened as rap or hip-hop). I’m trying to pay it forward by showing my daughter that there’s more to music than Miley Cyrus and the Jonas Brothers. She seems to be receptive to it, and has developed and affinity for 60s-80s music, in particular Elvis, CCR, U2– and, of course, The Beatles.
The first concept album I ever listened to (way before I knew the definition of a concept album) was Sgt. Pepper’s. As a matter of fact, his vinyl copy of the album (complete with Sgt. Pepper badge cutout sheet) is still kicking around. Today’s piece is inspired by one of the tracks off that album.
I know I’ve said this before, and it’s especially appropriate today. Inspiration can sometimes hit in the most unlikely places.
Case in point. My part of North Jersey (according to the town’s Chamber of Commerce guide) is about 20 miles from The City (that would be New York City for my out-of-town readers). Throughout the day this area has been “graced” with over a foot of snow– so far. With schools closed and pretty much everything shut down, I had a chance to sit down and clean up the code on my site (I should point out that I’ve been working on a refresh of my site since the beginning of the year). I had fallen into a nice groove, cleaning and streamlining the html and css, and was making some headway, when out of nowhere…
The power went out.
Now, it came back less than 10 minutes later, but, of course, whatever edits I was in the process of making at the time were lost. It’s no major issue, just a minor inconvenience at best.
Fast forward a couple of hours, and I had started to think about today’s #daily365. While (how can I put this delicately and tactfully?)… answering a quick call of nature, an old joke (and not a particularly funny one at that, either) popped in my head. The punchline seemed appropriate for today. I sat down at my desk, cracked open Illustrator and cranked this out real quick:
Like I said– the most unlikely places… Hope you enjoy today’s piece and have at least been mildly amused with my level of personal disclosure. As always, your thoughts and feedback are appreciated.
I had originally thought of doing both a month’s-end roundup, and a new piece for Feb 02’s #daily365. However, I felt that prepping for a job interview the following day had to take priority over that, so I decided to (at least for January) to let the roundup be the Feb 02 piece. That meant that I had an idea for Feb 03. Except I had my interview, and by the time everything else for the day was done, I was completely gassed and ended up falling asleep on the sofa watching the live “Man vs. Food” on the Travel Channel. So that meant I had to “postpone” putting it together– which means that I’ve got my work cut out for me today.
Feb 03’s CSED
The idea for this was pretty straightforward. With all the brouhaha over Groundhog Day and– at least in the New York area– the differing opinions between Punxutawney Phil and Staten Island Chuck, the idea for an old-style boxing poster was a no-brainer to me.
I know, I know. It’s the 29th. But by the end of yesterday it was (a) already past midnight when I would have started something (thereby making it today, not yesterday) and frankly I just didn’t have the energy to put anything together. So I decided to double up and put together Thursday’s and Friday’s out today– ideally in the morning. So far I’m doing ok.
I was originally going to do a yin/yang inspired 2-fer, but I realized that today was Friday. And it’s trash pickup day. And I’ve been having some issues the last couple of weeks with a pesky crow that lives around here. He (or she– I’m no ornithologist) has decided that I must have some tasty trash because, for the last two weeks my trash bags have been “hacked” into, forcing me to both have to re-bag some of the contents (yay me!– not) and keep the lid on the bins when I place it curbside.
My avian run-ins inspired me to create this icon.
Maybe I’ll print it on a label and stick it on my trash cans– how do you like me now, crow?!
Your comments and opinions on this, and every other piece, are always welcome.