Skyekat

So I’m working on a project right now that was sparked from me finding all the old bits and bobs from my trip here 5 years ago, and I could use your help.

I’ve been thinking about how we cary with us maps of places we’ve lived or visited that have a relationship to the physical map of the place, but also diverge from concrete reality and live in an imaginary time-bubble in our heads. I can still travel the roads of Framingham, the town I spent most of my childhood in, as they were 15 years ago, although now many of the store have changed and new housing developments litter woods and fields as I knew them. I have, on occasion, desperately scoured maps of Milford to try to match up what I remember of where my dad moved directly after my parents’ divorce to a physical location, all to no avail. But, is our memory of the place more important than the reality of it as both we and the world move on?

So I’m curious about the maps that live solely in our heads, our memories of a place. I’d like to gather people’s stories & recollections of places they’ve lived, or are/were important to them in Glasgow. Then I’m going to try to go and document those places, whether they’re there or, if not, the remnants of them, or what they’ve become. I’ve got a couple ideas about how I could present these overlapping stories and realities of the places… I’m thinking maybe making prints of places that have changed and drawing/painting over them, or making digital maps that aren’t literal topographies but relational ones (places that are important being larger than places that aren’t) or overlaying different people’s maps of the same place with actual maps to see where there are similarities and divergences.

And that’s where you come in, my wonderful friends. I’d like your memories. That sounds utterly creepy when I write it down, doesn’t it? Basically I’d like to interview some of you. I kind of want a mix of free form recollections and stories as well as maybe some more concrete walk-throughs (maybe sitting down & pouring over google maps?). So if you can think of a part of town (or two or three!) that has significance to you & don’t mind being part of my work, let me know. I really appreciate the help & will pay you handsomely in biscuits! Thanks guys!!

This was slightly too long for twitter. So here we are.

I was looking for some ticket stubs and things for a project I’ve just started, and I came across a couple of half-filled journals I brought with me. One of them had my notes from my trip to Egypt, the other had South Africa, some Pulse website notes and itineraries, maps and the like from my trip to Ireland and the UK back in 2006. I’m not sure I can properly describe how weird it felt looking at my notes on Glasgow from almost exactly 5 years ago. (We arrived in Glasgow on Sunday, 12 Feb, 2006) It was like reverse deja vú or something. I was trying to figure out why, exactly, it should feel so odd to look back on that more than the other two trips, or even other parts of the same trip, and this is my stab at it.

When we travel, it’s certainly to try to learn as much about the place we’re visiting as we can, take in as much of the culture, as much of whatever blend of characteristics makes a place unique to itself, so that the differences can enrich our experience of the world. At least, that’s why I travel. I’m aware I can only glimpse a small slice of the culture of any given city, but the idea is certainly to get as much as I can out of whatever time I have there. But I never really focused on that last bit—the *time* I have there… I’m not talking about the duration of the visit, but rather that my idea of the place is inherently tied to who I was when I visited and when that was for the place I traveled to. In other words, I have a timeline that stretches before and after my duration in the city, as the cities history stretches even further ahead and behind, but my understanding of it, and the version of it that lives in my head, only truly exists for the stretch of time those two streams converge. It’s as if the place becomes frozen and fixed as a photograph for me, encapsulated by my visit. Even if it’s a city I’ve visited many times, like Chicago or New York, there’s something static in my understanding of them. (Does this make any sense?)

But now I live in Glasgow. The city is no longer a static snapshot in my mind, but a living, breathing place that I inhabit. Every day adds new layers of memories and meaning to places. Certainly it doesn’t have the same depth of connection as Framingham, or Boston, but I relate to it similarly. I don’t relate to it as I do a place I visitied on holiday for a few weeks. So to see the city again through the eyes of a 23 year old me, who had barely begun to travel again, and look at it from that distant perspective is starteling. It’s not the same feeling as when I walk by the Brunswick hotel, which we stayed at, when I go to ballet. It’s not quite reliving a memory. It’s looking at these maps and remembering when all these places meant absolutely nothing to me. And realizing they could still mean nothing to me. There could be a very different version of my life where all these places are still frozen in time, five years back. Somehow, we only stayed here two nights. Two nights and I decided I wanted to live here. I’m not quite sure how that happened, or why it feels like we spent a week. But the dates are all down in black ink with hotel booking confirmations. It’s like staring at something and realizing there’s the life you’ve lived and the life you might have led, and how very little there is seperating the two.

Guys, I need your opinions! Each year I make calenders for Xmas presents. Well, at least for the past 4 years. I was going back and forth about making one this year, but a few people asked, so I thought I might as well. Then I got an email from Lulu saying that everything you order tomorrow is 25% off! I was going to order proofs, but I think I need to just bite the bullet and order them all tomorrow. But, as many of you know, I’m not the most decisive person, and as these are not for me, I think I need some input on what I should get.

First off, would anyone actually want a sea creatures calender? I know I probably have an unhealthy obsession with oceanic things, so I don’t know if any of my friends would actually like this. I’ve put together a set on Flickr of the images I was thinking of. They go in order Jan–Dec, but there are two alternates. Just in case you think it’d be perfect if Sept’s otter was replaced with Alt 2 (itty anemones). http://bit.ly/gpIHkN Comments welcome here or there.

The one I think more people would like (and likely to be the only calender unless suddenly people think the sea creatures are great) is a California-themed one. http://bit.ly/h0tCtr Same rules apply: Jan–Dec, but I have 5 alternate shots. I told you; I’m indecisive!

What think you guys?

After waiting with baited breath for a couple of weeks, I finally got word on Thursday that my visa was approved and en route. It was delivered on Friday, and I was able to book my flight to Scotland! So I’m going to be leaving this Weds evening, to arrive in Glasgow at 8am BST on Thursday.

It will take me a little while to get settled, but school doesn’t begin until the 13th of September, so I have some time. I’ll have to get a flat, although I have some leads in that department. I’ve been bowled over already by the kindness of everyone I’ve talked to, and had plenty of help even before I’ve set foot in the country. I’m very much looking forward to getting settled and starting to explore!

Elaine4Queen posted a fun roundup of weird images on her tumblr t’other day, and it got me thinking about all the wonderfully weird things I have accumulated and decorated my office at work with. So here’s a little snapshot of what I keep around me to amuse and inspire while I work. I am sorely going to miss it all, as I’ve finally gotten it just so after 6 years. Maybe this will help me recreate it, or maybe I’ll make something better!

I have to start with the whiteboard.  It all started when one of our interns asked to use it to map her family tree for her thesis project.  It was up for months and months, and when it finally came down, a couple of us mocked up the family tree of fast food & children’s toys you see in the middle.  Then someone drew the gigantic Kiss Revolutionary War person (actually this drawing references a newspaper clipping I have of a kid who is dressed up to re-enact the Boston Massacre, which you will see later).  Then everything kinda spiraled from there.  Most of us have added something to this atrocity.  Note: I did not put my own name there.

This is what is directly facing you when you enter my office.  3 magnetic boards full of *stuff*  Plus one promotional Ted Leo & the Pharmacists poster, a printout of Mc Sweeney’s "I’m Comic Sans Asshole" and a thank you sketch from Ben Templesmith from when I let him borrow my power cord at the Boston Comic Con earlier this year.

Checking out the boards, here are some close-ups.

If you click through to the Flickr photo there’s more info on some of the stuff.  I kinda catalogued it all…..

If you turn to the left, you would see the sparsest of the 4 walls.  Near the door are my Brian Wood mini-prints

Then, in the middle of the wall, is the oddest feature of my office—the window.  Not a window outside.  No, I have one of those on the other side of the office.  This window opens into the main lobby.  So I can stick my head out and be 10 feet up and look directly down onto my co-workers’ desks.  I sometimes hurl things at them.  I mean, how could I not?

Above it is a Ben Templesmith Wormwood:Gentleman Corpse print.  In the window is my "health meter".  The number of Diet Coke’s in my window signifies how many more lives I have.  Or how many days since I’ve done recycling….

Getting further from the door, we have this fine poster, from the Andrew Bird show I saw last year.

Now, if you turn around, you’d be facing my desk.  On my desk are fun toys like these:

And the wall behind my desk looks like this. Note, those are Giant Microbes on the desk. I have HIV, flesh eating bacteria, the black death, syphilis, and the clap! These are my favorite things to hurl at my co-workers. I’ve also got an Emily the Strange Neechee cat, a skelanimal cat, Stitch [in handcuffs], a super-hero cutout with a client’s face pasted on [in a mocked-up nasa badge, don't ask], a puffer-fish someone found in the street, a rolling moose no one knows where it came from, and a hard hat we accidentally absconded with. Hanging are a set of fake keys, another nifty Templesmith print, and some very kick-ass letter press prints.

Lastly, to the right of my desk, we have more skelanimals (hard plastic this time), a glowing ghost, a Decemberists poster from a couple years back, a Decemberists The Crane Wife promo poster, and a Meg Hunt print I won this year.  (Yes, it’s a bit high, but I was running out of space!)

It’s going to be a sad day taking all this down!

Some big things are afoot in my life, so I thought I’d take this as an opportunity to re-start this little blog machine, and either introduce myself to those of you who might wander in, or give some context for those of you I know.

I’ve been neglectful of my blogging because I felt like I didn’t have anything really new to say, or anything unique that no-one else was already saying better. I felt stuck, and this feeling spilled over into my life as whole.

I’ve spent the last, oh 6 years or so, working at a video production company. I started there fresh out of school, with a degree in graphic design that focused primarily on print design. I kind of barreled my way through college. When I graduated high school in 2000, I actually attended college for one semester focusing on majoring in either computer science or physics. Yeah, not what you’d expect. After drifting for about a year and a half, I landed back in school and latched onto graphic design and somehow managed to work morning, noon, and night and graduate in August of 2004. I kinda like challenges, as you might have guessed.

Anyways, in my last year of school, I got really into photography and also took a class in video production. That class led to an internship, and then to a job. I liked the idea of stretching the concepts that I learned for print and applying them to videos. I built on my limited experience with Final Cut and After Effects until I became a pretty decent motion graphics creator and post-production art director. It’s been fun, but I’ve been picking it all up a I go, and I’m starting to get to the edge of where I can push myself.

I’ve also noticed this huge rift between the worlds of video and print. It’s really important in the videos we produce that the look and feel of the end product is an extension of the existing brand of the company we’re working with. A lot of time we have to do a fair bit of education on how video works, and what can and can not translate across the mediums. I’ve been really surprised by the segregation of the fields, when I feel like, to really produce and market anything in today’s milieu, you need to be able to translate your message across every channel available to you.

So when I came back from my trip to California this winter, and saw myself falling back into the same ruts, I decided it was time to do something about it. I just couldn’t see myself at the same job next January, but the question loomed large—what should I do next? For the past few years I have felt like I missed an opportunity at college. I could have gotten a lot more from the environment if I had taken my time, rather than rushing to tick boxes. I started looking for Masters programs in design that were interdisciplinary, and by the by, there are precious few. My timing was maybe not the best, as most schools had their applications due around the time I started looking. But I thrashed and over the course of about 6 weeks put together a portfolio and did manage to submit a couple of applications, thinking that if I didn’t get in, it would be good practice for next year. To my utter amazement, I got into the school I wanted to go to the most…

I got accepted to the Glasgow School of Art! Which is amazing in so many ways. Glasgow is one of the few cities I’ve visited where I felt instantly at home. The school itself is amazing; a landmark building which is incredibly inspiring in its own right. And how often do you get a chance to live in another country?! So yeah, of course I jumped at the opportunity.

For the next two years, minus breaks, I’ll be living in Glasgow, trying to push my boundaries design-wise and trying to soak up as much of Scotland (and anywhere else I manage to get to) while I have the chance. I figure that’s something I’ll want to keep a bit of a record of, and bore you all with my thoughts about design, craft, media and technology :-) So I hope you enjoy the ride as much as I’m sure I will!

One last day of Cali to write up. I had such an amazing time in California, and certain places had the same vibe as Glasgow for me. Hard to explain other than it just clicked more than visiting other places. There were places I’d love to live at some point, rather than just visit once.

I picked up a copy of Coilhouse purely by chance. My mother wanted some magazines to read while waiting in the airport to go home. Loved it. It’s simply an awesome magazine, and another good reason why print isn’t dead at all thankyouverymuch. The whole thing made me yearn to do more things. More weird things. Oddly, I was flipping through the small ads up front, and saw an ad for someone who used to live with a good friend of mine. Which cemented the longing into a need to do things that were my personal brand of odd.

So as I’m slowly (as always) sifting through the pictures I took I’m saving some of them to the side. They’re different in tone from my usual stuff. They’re more manipulated, and I’m more interested in the feeling from them, rather than pretty documentarian pictures that I tend to create more in bulk. It’s a step in the right direction, but is it a big enough one?

Age old dilemma then: how do you take all the things you love, and turn them into the thing that you do?

Early to bed, early to rise. No one should have to get up at 4:30 am. It’s just a nasty time of day. After shuffling to the station in the dark, we boarded the train to Santa Barbara and settled into our seats. As the train started chugging along in the thin light, making our way through large iron overpasses and near deserted streets, Sacramento looked melancholy. The feeling didn’t dissipate as the dawn started to break over marshlands scattered with deserted buildings in various states of decay. The fact I was lapsing in and out of consciousness at this part of the journey probably didn’t help. Soon we got to Oakland (where a private car was put on! Ooh, mysterious) and then the inferstructure of the cities gave way to countryside and farmland. I much preferred watching cows get riled up and run alongside the train.

Lunch was “by reservation only”, and we had not yet figured out that there was a snack bar in the Lounge where we could get food, as well as the dining car, so we made a reservation. Train food is marginally better than plane food, but we were going to be on the thing for 12 hours, so we did have to eat something. It’s communal seating, so we eat across from a very nice, elderly woman who was going home to LA from visiting her grandson in prison. She told us how lovely the scenery is along the coastline, but warned us that it probably would be dark when we got there. But our trip from Santa Barbara to San Diego, which was in the morning, should be spectacular.

We then went back to our seats and settled in for the duration. The train went through mountains and over more farm country. The train came to a huge, looping switchback, which provided sweeping views-of the St. Louis Obispo men’s prison :P Then we climbed up, through dense fog banks. The world was turned grey, and you couldn’t see more than a quarter mile to the side. There didn’t seem to be much to see but low scrub brush. And then we rose above the cloud bank as the sun started its descent, lighting up the tops of the clouds. It was terribly pretty. Now we could see again, and while there were few farm animals around this time, I did spot a lone deer in a pasture near the tracks. Then the clouds dropped away and you could see that over the edge of the cliffs, the ocean lay below. It was a very dramatic shoreline, painted gold by the setting sun. Our friend from lunch came back to see us and comment on how the sun held out just long enough for us to get a glimpse of the sea below.

We arrived safe and sound in Santa Barbara and headed to the hotel. After a bit of confusion on the part of our cabbie, who seemed new to the area, we got settled into the Inn at East Beach, which was a lovely change from the night before. It was just a block away from the ocean, but just far enough away from the main drag that we decided to lay low that night and eat at the restaurant in the hotel across the street. The next day we checked out the bus service to the waterfront. Which cost a quarter! Seriously. And the same shuttle bus would go down State Street (the main street) for the same quarter. Instead we got off and wandered down the pier, taking in the sun while watching people surf. Crazy people and their surfing in January! We decided to take a bus tour to get aquatinted with the city (yes, again).

The tour was great, and Santa Barbara is incredibly scenic. After disembarking, we poked around State Street, having a great meal and exploring shops. We found a fun yarn store and a couple of clothing stores. But as we walked further towards the waterfront, the cool local shops gave way to row of upscale chains. Just as we were getting slightly discouraged, we saw the next couple of blocks were closed down for a farmers’ market. While we didn’t get any goodies this time, it was so nice just to walk through and take a look at everything. California does have good produce!

Our waitress let us know that everything shuts down pretty early in the off-season, so after dinner we caught up on some sleep before hopping on the train again for our trip to San Diego in the morn.

I’ve only been home a countable number of hours, and already I’m in a pattern where time has slipped away, and it’s far later than I thought and I haven’t written or read anything I wanted to today. Can I please go back on vacation? I haven’t even gone back to work yet! And god I miss the food. Such good food, and so much of it was local, in-season, sustainable, humane, organic, or otherwise good for your body & soul. I know I’m privileged to have seen and done the things I have in life, but coming back to reality is no fun at all.

Tonight brings a snow storm (10-12″ yuck) and we’ve already lost power once tonight. Hopefully once will be the only power outage, and that the snow will make me slow down again for a day & I can tell you all more about my trip, and upload some more pictures. I really want to read some of the books I picked up at Little Otsu, which I purposely didn’t read while I was away so I would have little treats for myself upon returning. And I should finish “The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo”. I’ve stalled out about half-way through…

But tonight I will shut the computer, maybe flip through a book and cuddle with my cat, who seems to be less mad at me, and more just incredibly happy that I’m home. Goodnight all.

Knowing we had a long-ish drive to Sacramento ahead of us, we took a bit of a leisurely morning, not hitting the road until close to 11. We weren’t in any rush, so when I was that the GPS was going to lead us through Sonoma and Napa, instead of taking further south but staying on all highways as Google Maps advised us, I decided to go wiht the GPS and take the scenic route. It really was a gorgeous drive. We went through winding hills and lush countryside. For quite a bit of the drive we were flanked by farmlands, generally populated by cows or sheep, rather than the ever-present vineyards of the day before. We did drive past a number of vineyards as well, especially as the elevation rose and we found ourselves in the mountains. Instad of drving below the visable cloudbelt, as we did the day before, we found ourselves smack in the middle of it!

Then it was back on the freeway, and up to Sacramento. It was a fairly uneventful ride the rest of the way. It was less congested and the freeway took less dramatic rises, falls, twists and turns than when we went through San Francisco. It was also Sunday mid-day rather than Friday night, so that could have helped the ride be less harrowing. People whizzing by you on the Golden Gate Bridge can make you feel a bit… closterphobic.

After dropping off the car, we grabbed a cab to head to the hotel. We enter from the marshy brown fields into the city. As we made our way to our hotel, the bustling downtown gives way to residential streets, which confused both us and the driver considerably. We both checked the address twice when we arrived to make sure there hadn’t been a mistake. But there we were. The hotel most definitely catered to the weddings and receptions that seem to be their bread an butter. It’s a good thing we’re fairly abled bodied individuals because we had to lug our stuff up 2 flights of stairs just to get to the door to ring a bell to be let in. Once inside the old victorian, us and our bags went up another bendy flight to our room. Even though we seemed to be the only guests, we were stuck in a room with one bed. Because that’s all they have! It was an interesting place to say the least. Very old fashioned, with lace curtains and plumbing that had to at least been from the 50s. But there was free wi-fi, so I have to give them points for that.

We hadn’t eaten since breakfast, and it was now 2, so we asked if they could recommend a place to eat. They said there was a place just 2 blocks away, but when we got there they had closed & wouldn’t reopen until 5. They said there was a bar further down the street, but it looked like a real dive, so we headed back to the hotel to munch on a few snacks and wait until the restaurant re-opened. Although much as the afternoon put a bit of a sour taste in my mouth, the evening’s meal certainly was a welcome change. I had a scruptuous pizza, and my mother had hand-made pasta in a light sauce. I still don’t think Sacramento’s really my city, but at least dinner made it more berable.