Meeeemories...

Illustrator's post from a few days ago about her favorite book growing up sent me on the look for mine. I'd talked to her about it, discribed it in detail, and last night, when I got home, I couldn't get it out of my mind.

So as I was laying in bed, staring at the dark, I realized when I moved, HorseChaser brought a few things down from my parent's place.

One was a box of books.
Naaaw....

So, at midnight, I toss on the light, stumble down the stairs, and start digging through the boxes that still litter the apartment.

I find the box of books.
And against the far side of the box, I find:

http://cgi.ebay.com/Antique-Fairy-Tales-Judy-Mastrangelo-HC-1988-Vintage_W0QQitemZ320245557947QQihZ011QQcategoryZ279QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem

And I take it up stairs, chuckling to myself, and I sat down and read "The Dragon and the Hippogriff".

And you know? for a little while, all was right with the world.

- k.

lines

There's a fine line that some of us walk, professionally.
Our work is our art, and vice versa.
You can get pulled down into the administrative minutia of it all, and along the way, loose your sense of art.
For some, it's easier to walk away from a situation where their "art" isn't be fulfilled. If they aren't getting what they need, they are happy to move on, to try to find somewhere where they will be happier doing what they do.
For others, who see their art as work, it's harder. Because it's your job. It's not just your art. it's the thing that pays the bills and assures their food on the table and kibble in the bowl.

I made a comment last night that I was soundly scolded for - that I missed the alcoholics.
And really, at that job, there was no budget, there was no art direction, or sense of style, no perceivable forward or upward movement, and many times the people were obnoxious and rude and always last minute.

But, there were a handful of sales monkeys that always said thank you. And for those people, they really did appreciate what I was doing for them. They'd show me this with little notes, a free bottle of something nice (which I'm sure they got for free) and sometimes even a gas card.

I don't get thank you's here, or at least, the last time I did, it was well before I was a perm. employee. I'm not looking for people to faun over me - I don't like the attention anyway, and I don't need the gifts (much as a gas card would be nice these days.) But a little appreciation would be nice once in a while, after I've kicked ass and knocked almost a grand off their print bills.

I don't really want to go back to the Alcoholics. And I don't want to be here either. But the truth is, I'm still getting paid a handsome amount to deal with idiots. I just have to remind myself once in a while that it's worth it. If I'm ranting about this place, and these people, and all the projects gone to hell, it's because I need to blow off that steam so I can come back every day and continue to deal with it.

- k.

no one believed me...

But this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eBlsAKXvpd0

Is my most favorite skit from Big Bird... i mean Sesame Street... evar.

And Evar.

And it does exist.

- k.