Yo. Remember all those other entries I posted here, where I flippantly ended with “more on this later”?? Well I lied. I want to come clean and tell you about it. The deal is: IT IS MY THESIS SEMESTER. Which I means I spend all my time staying up all night, finding exciting new ways to graphically design things, and also bracing new methods of not throwing up from drinking too much shitty 7-11 coffee.

But so: I love you. And I just wanted to make that clear: it is not because I don’t love you that I don’t post shit here right now. It’s not you, you see… IT IS ME. Yes.

So yeah I’ll pop my head in from time to time, especially when there is some sort of news that might vaguely appeal to people who are not in graduate programs for graphic design. Any real internet-posting activity that I generate will be on GraphicDesignOnAWhiteBackground.com, my thesis site; my thesis-related tumblelog; ffffound — despite its problems, I keep crawling back for more) — and del.icio.us. Other web thingees will get updated as sporadically as this one, I should wager.

Yeah. But yeah so right now I do have some possible non-nerd news: I have a show of posters up in the RISD GD gallery, over in the Design Center. The key word here is “possible”: the show is called “Graphics Design in the White Cube”, and consists of posters covered with graphic design theory and criticism, both mine and others. That, actually, is possibly the least non-nerdy premise I could come up with, I know… but the deal is that all gallery patrons (putatively including YOU!) get to WRITE DIRECTLY on many of these posters, with the provided Sharpies. Your bemarkered criticism could be as blunt as the word “NERD” scrawled across my hard work, and I would thank you for it, really.

For reals, tho: people have already scrawled in with all kinds of interesting tidbits… way more than I’ve expected, and I just opened it up last Friday. I realize that saying “hey you should write on the poster!” is potentially a cheezy move — at worst, a cop-out — but it actually seems to be working. Who knew.

So anyway, come by and see! I’ll write more here in the summer, definately, but until then, RISD has my balls, effectively, for a few more weeks. Indeed yes. Until then.

-fish

For the curious: the entry title comes from a dream I had not long ago, in which I was a judge on an “American Idol”-esque show — the key difference in the dream was that instead of performing, you came up with an algorithm that performed for you… Sorta the MIT Senior Haus version of “American Idol”, I should think. I was a snotty effete man in this dream (which actually I still kind of am, so erm) and today’s title was the last thing out of my snotty, effete mouth before I awoke. Yeah!