| The Envelope Collective |
[Nov. 19th, 2005|11:24 pm] |
This is a project that's been in the works for a long time now, and has finally taken shape:
Love to all, and happy holidays,
Garrett |
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| As per Jenn's Suggestion... |
[Sep. 19th, 2004|01:24 pm] |
Here's the tshirt that I will be selling on campus and at home. My friend Dan came up with the concept, and I did the design. If you're interested in buying one, tell me! VOTE IN '04!
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| Update-a-palooza 2004 |
[Aug. 3rd, 2004|10:56 pm] |
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As I promised, here's that big update on the what's what in this old life.
I returned from my trip to Chicago about two weeks ago. I was visiting Lizz, who I hadn't seen for many, many weeks. It was a blast, and a lot (a LOT) of our Oberlin friends were either already there or went there so we had a nice little dork reunion. Well, not everyone was a dork. Just everyone but me.
It kinda took me by surprise when I realized that summer is almost over. I accomplished NOTHING this summer. I mean, yes, I've accomplished things. But I was really, really hopeful that I would finally get the recognition I deserved in these past months. A Nobel Prize, maybe an Oscar. I dunno, ANYTHING to commemorate how awesome I am.
Just kidding. I suck. Seriously, I'm a horrible human being.
Work has been terrible throughout the summer. Last year, it was really fun to go into work. The people were more fun, there was a more friendly atmosphere, no one had left the company yet, and I actually had real work to do. This summer has been anything but. Many of my co-workers have left since we were bought out by a larger company. There's no longer any need for a graphic designer, although I still get paid to come in since my boss has no need or intention to fire me. Not like it's hurting him in any way. I thought it was a sweet gig at first, not having to work. But after awhile, it starts to REALLY suck. I mean, I was checking my mail every three minutes, and when I'm not doing that it's just online games.
Like I said, accomplished NOTHING. At least not there.
I have, though, had some work on other fronts. I've been designing and coding the website for Sustainable Community Associates, this group of Oberlin alums who stuck around and are now working on a multi-million dollar building to revitalize the town. And it's all based on green energy. Pretty fucking sweet. The guy I'm working with on the project is very down-to-earth, a welcome change from the usual people I have to deal with in such a professional "I'm a web designer who has no other task to serve you, so please talk down to me" kind of way.
And I found work designing tshirts for this company Dusty Brand, run by some college kids up in Boston. Yeah, their website kind of sucks right now, I told them I could redesign it for them if they wanted. But more importantly, the tshirts. They're a mix of dumb college humor and vintage shirts, so I kinda mixed the two. I only made shirts that I would wear (except for an obvious one, since I'm not a girl... but I wanted to appeal to everyone). Because of this, I refused to make dumbass drinking or sex tshirts. Here's what I made (click on the tee to open it in a bigger window):
I'll be sure to let everyone know when they go on sale, in case you guys want to buy some. And tell me which ones you like. I like feedback. I also made a trucker hat design of a big semi-truck with the Dusty logo on the grill. It's pretty cool too, but I'm too lazy to post it. You'll just have to see it when they come out.
And the bigger news, of course, is that in about... 3 hours... I'll be hitting the hypothetical road and flying out to Washington State for 10 days of sea kayaking, mountain biking, and a 6-day backpacking trip in the Cascade Mountains. My dad is also starting to pussy-talk (read: "Are you a wuss, son? I didn't raise no pussy-ass pussy for a son.") me into climbing this one mountain/glacier with him, involving ice-climbing and crevasses or something. All I know is that it's hazardous enough that he would feel the need to call me degrading names in order to convince me to go.
Then, we finish the trip with 3 or 4 more days in Seattle before heading home, during which time I'll be visiting my ex-Freshman-Year-Next-Door-Dorm-Neighbor and over-all swell girl Tara at her digs in Seattle.
I'm pumped up for the trip. And I'm not sleeping tonight. Fuck yeah. |
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| ParTAY |
[Jun. 16th, 2004|11:48 pm] |
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Last night, we had a 50th birthday party for my mom.
Needless to say, I acted up. |
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| And you thought your mom was crazy |
[Jun. 14th, 2004|10:17 am] |
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 This is what happens when you give my mom a Sharpie and let the dog get too close. |
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| Sure, you've gone backpacking... but have you ever killed a man? |
[Jun. 1st, 2004|12:02 am] |
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I picked some pictures from the trip this weekend to show everyone. They can be found in this cut:
The trip was gorgeous. The idea was that my dad, brother, and I would meet my mom and her friend on the Appalachian Trail (where they've been hiking for a week) for a weekend of backpacking and some resupplying of sweet, sweet outside-world goodness. We drove for several hours and once there, got our gear together and started up.
The campsite was about 50 yards from this big rock extrusion called "Spy Rock" so we went over there and, with some difficulty at first, climbed up on top and got a great view of the Appalachians. Most of the pictures are from on top of the rock.
One of the cooler things was that there were these little pseudo-tide pools on top where rain had eroded the rock away and collected in these shallow pools. In one of them, there were a bazillion tadpoles. Which means that some frog, at 4,000 feet altitude, managed to climb up this giant rock and plant its eggs in nothing more than a puddle. But it was still pretty cool.
The next morning, there was an awesome fog that had collected everywhere. I went through my normal routine of taking 10 pills and washing all the nasty off of my face because of this never-ending sickness. Once I was feeling legit, I took a few more pictures of flowers and went back to the Rock to get a view from up there.
We got on our way, hiked about 4 or 5 miles more and then the three of us broke off from the group again to head home. Our car, though, was about 6 miles from where we now were, so I volunteered to be the runner. I was running down this funky dirt road in the middle of the Appalachian mountains in nowhere, Virginia. I hadn't actually felt that lonely in a long time, but it gave me a lot of time to clear my head and think.
In hindsight, the mileage I put on my body that day probably wasn't such a great idea given my state of sick, because when I woke up this morning I felt like my head had been beaten with a bat all night long. And not a normal bat, but one of those aluminum ones. With razorblades attached. And a really strong guy swinging it.
But the trip was well worth the escape from my house, of which I'd been secluded in all week. |
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| Icky! |
[May. 31st, 2004|12:04 am] |
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I'm back from my weekend backpacking trip. All last week I was sick as a dog with pretty much everything you can possibly imagine that would suck a lot. So I was sick of being a house recluse and decided to go backpacking.
It was great fun, I took some great pictures, and I'll post all that stuff tomorrow. Once I'm not so lightheaded from all these meds.
See, I thought that the fresh air would do me good, but now I'm worse. If one were to ask me where it hurts, I would probably point at my head and then fall over. My eyes won't stop tearing up, so then they become so bloodshot that I can't open them in the morning. THIS has forced them to swell up, so now my eyelids kind of crease over and look all nastay-like. Then my sinuses have about a gallon of fluid that is probably not supposed to be there, so I can't hear out of my ears. This has caused an ear infection and has swelled my throat so that it hurts to swallow. AND I can't stop this hacking cough or runny nose.
And the allegra that the doctor gave me is running dangerously low. But god, it's incredible. It's kicking in right now, making it much harder to type. It's kinda like replacing your brain with air so you feel all tingly and floaty.
Anyway, I'll put the pictures of the trip up tomorrow. It was well worth it, and I haven't seen such an awesome sunset as I did last night. |
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| I choose alcohol. |
[May. 16th, 2004|02:25 am] |
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The other night we went to the Apollo Theater to see "Man on Fire". You know, the new Denzel one (oh god his face is so symmetrical...).
The thing about the Apollo is that we pay 2 bucks to see these movies in an 80 year-old theater with insane asylum walls. It doesn't matter if the movie is good or not, just as long as the experience is entertaining.
So at one part in the movie, Creasy (Denzel) is sitting alone in his room getting ready to start his nightly alcoholism. So he reaches for the whiskey, but then he sees the Bible, just sitting there. So he's got to choose between God or sweet, sweet liquor.
Obviously, he puts the bottle down and picks up the Bible. The theater erupts in applause, because it is quite clear to all of us that he made the right decision. The Apollo was mostly full of us young, belligerent(and for some, half-drunk) college students. But there were two middle-aged women that I noticed behind me right after Creasy's revelation that clearly did not seem happy about our contribution to the movie.
Needless to say, these women were nowhere to be found when the credits finally started to roll. I was about to feel bad, but then I realized that they only paid 2 bucks for it. |
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| *whew* |
[May. 14th, 2004|01:31 am] |
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So yeah, I should have updated this thing sooner.
Things have been good, nice and busy. The third issue of Sheer Magazine is out now! It's the biggest one yet- 40 pages. I spent juat about all weekend and through Tuesday working on it, so you all better check it out. By far our best yet.
I'm actually going to be "teaching" a class involving Sheer next semester. Oberlin has "Experimental College" (exco for short) courses taught by students for students. So, I thought it'd be a good way to open the zine up to the whole campus and get a little funding. I set the class limit at 10, which still scares me considering right now we have a staff of 6 with 1 or 2 guest contributors for each issue.
Oh yeah, the campus newspaper ran an article about us a couple weeks ago:
>> "Sheer-mag brings class to Oberlin’s online ’zines"
Reading period for exams is coming up, which means that the Library streak is fast approaching. I might have to check that sucka out. A bunch (a BUNCH) of Oberlin students racing through 4 stories of library goodness equals fun for the whole family!
As for summer plans, I'm pumped. I know that I'm driving to North Carolina on June 6th to go stay at my friend Adam's beach house for a week. Middle of July I fly to Chicago to visit Lizz (crap... have to buy that plane ticket...) and then it's off to Alaska! Camping and frisbee there, from what I hear.
And when I'm not doing all this ca-razy stuff I'm doing some independent contracting for two companies and some more freelance on the side. Which is good, because college is EFFing expensive.
I'm also hashing out an idea for a summer web project. It should be real cool, so I'll keep everyone posted with the development of it.
Until next time! Same Bat time, same Bat channel! |
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[Apr. 19th, 2004|06:21 pm] |
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It took me a couple days to gather what I wanted to say.
Turns out, I don't have much to say at all.
Why do you do it, though? You know you've got all of us here behind you, but when you go and do that, it's like you don't trust us to support you. Don't do something that you'll regret.
You're stronger than this, now act like it. We all love you, and you have no reason to think otherwise. |
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| Oops... |
[Apr. 10th, 2004|04:56 pm] |
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I forgot to mention the newest issue on my journal here.
Sheer Magazine, Issue 2, is live! CHECK IT OUT! |
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| Honda |
[Apr. 2nd, 2004|12:52 pm] |
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Yesterday, I went and transferred $8,000 into my parent's bank account, securing myself as the proud owner of a 96 Honda Accord. Then I set up a new checking account at the bank and transferred another $1500 from my savings into it. It was awesome, the bank owner shook my hand and everything when it was all over; I felt like a high baller.
It would have been SO much cooler, though, if I was opening up a Swiss bank account. NOTHING is as cool as that. It's like, you're recognizing your badass nature by throwing tons of money into a foreign bank account. And then when you go to the bank and say that you want to see your vault, they do an eye scan and check your I.D. and all of this other high-tech stuff to make sure that you're you.
I'm totally opening up a Swiss Bank Account. |
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| Dealings |
[Mar. 17th, 2004|12:50 am] |
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Anyone who hasn't already MUST download the song "Winter" by Josh Radin. Go here to download it. It is an amazing song; I saw it on Scrubs a couple weeks ago, which was by far the best episode of the series and possibly one of the saddest of any I've ever seen on T.V.
When I die, I want this song played at my funeral. There's a lot of other things I want too, but I'll write all of that down in due time. I don't plan to be going anywhere anytime soon.. |
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| This week |
[Mar. 8th, 2004|09:12 pm] |
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I feel like I wasted the weekend away, which I'm actually okay with, considering last weekend was non-stop working.
I had promised Tate earlier today that I would help him shoot some more footage for his film tonight. As my first big venture into acting, I must say that I'm Hollywood-material. No, really. A-list, baby.
The shoot involved me eating a freshly baked cinnamon bun. Not just eating - devouring. My stomach hurt so bad after several huge bites of the cinnamony goodness, but my acting was flawless. The icing dripped from my mouth as the food filled my cheeks. At the end of the massacre (and three takes), only crumbs remained. My performance was incredible. It will bring a tear to the eye of anyone who watches.
I'm considering adding myself to IMDB now that I'm a trained actor. Maybe I'll do a couple big films and then move on to the more subtle theater to hone my skills and become even more incredible. Then back to film to satisfy the masses. And then, perhaps, I will retire at the young age of 35 to live off my massive wealth and charming celebrity.
All thanks to that cinnamon bun. |
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| FINALLY! |
[Mar. 3rd, 2004|12:43 am] |
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These past couple days of minimal sleep and overbearing stress have finally paid off. I launched the first issue of my magazine tonight: Sheer Magazine. I'm pretty gosh darn proud of this thing, so I hope everyone enjoys it. New issue at the beginning of April!
In other news, Geology seems to have been a breeding ground for bad puns lately. Today in class we were discussing this sedimentary rock that was in one guy's hands. The rock had a whole bunch of smaller rocks cemented in, so the guy said to Professor Moore, "I guess you could say it comes from all rocks of life."
Obviously, the professor didn't laugh. Fucking funnyphobe. |
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| she didn't get the joke... |
[Feb. 24th, 2004|10:12 pm] |
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In geology last week, I decided to try my witty humor on my professor to gauge her "humor tolerance", as I like to call it. We were given a slip of paper to answer a question on. Of course, I right down the first (obviously clever) thing that I think of.
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The results came back at the next class, when she handed our pieces of paper back. Needless to say, Professor Moore is very intolerant of funny. "Funnyphobic" I like to call it.
You can click on the image to see how my humor practically jetstreamed over my professor's head. VROOOOOOOOOM! |
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| rest in peace |
[Feb. 21st, 2004|04:48 pm] |
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You were both great people who could have offered the world so much. Your passing is taking a toll on the whole community, even those who didn't know you.
Rest in peace, Ben and Zach. |
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| whew |
[Feb. 20th, 2004|10:27 am] |
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I've been stretched pretty thin lately, and it feels AWESOME.
I haven't been this stressed or busy in a long time, and it's really a sense of accomplishment. My magazine should be coming out by the end of the next week, I'm excited. And you guys better be too.
I can't believe I'm still taking computer science. The other day in class, two of the nerdier of the nerds were sitting in front of me with their identical laptops out, taking digital notes. The professor wrote an equation on the board, and the nerd on the right quickly opened up a little sub-program that could format complex equations into a document. Once the equation was in there, he poked his nerd friend to admire his work. Look at how pretty his equation is!
The nerd on the left acted like he didn't care, but I could tell he was impressed. I could tell. |
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