the final algorithm really isn’t that fun to watch

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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



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03/17/2008 13:06:22 EST •  tags: algorithm, design, feedback, gallery, galleryfuck, goodnight, ilied, lies, myshit, risd, thesis, wtf
ffffinding out

A few months ago, I wrote an article about the collaborative image-bookmarking site ffffound, which ran on SpeakUp and is archived here as part of Writing Design Criticism. My initial assesment of ffffound was super-mega-thumbs-up, but the more I’ve used the site, the more I got kind of bothered by certain fundamental aspects of it. So here’s a devils’-advocate rebuttal to my own article. Indeed.

OK, so: ffffound is to graphic design what Napster was to music. Seriously. Look: I used to blow hundreds of dollars at Other Music and Tower and Satellite and Fat Beats, et al, making my feet sore walking to as many record stores as I could in one fell swoop, all to find that elusive catchy hook or strange beat that I’d overheard someone cooler than me talking about on the train or someshit. But: then came Napster, and its various P2P children and grandchildren, and I didn’t have to leave my seat. Based on the music-snob knowledge I’d already amassed, I could feed the right words into the search engines of the darknet (PDF), and lo: all the music I wanted was just a status bar away.

Now, I go to a record store maybe once a year. Yeah, of course I go to see bands I like whenever I can, and of course I always buy CDs and other merch direct from the table, to assuage the guilt from my gluttony, and to support the music — in that order. I love music with all my heart, and it is that love that keeps this cycle so fantastically well-oiled, throughout all the complex circumlocutions and moralizations that surround the muddled notion of digital copyright infringement.

Similarly (nay, analogously), I used to buy books and read blogs and ferret out design morsels in the library and elsewhere… but now I just look at ffffound. For example: the other day, while I was doing a diagram for a collaborative book my class is putting out on lulu, I skipped through both my personal ffffound archives and those of the ffffound front page, and lasered off about 20 letter-sized images that somehow spoke to what I was doing. Each reflected my idea in some facet of their design — in their type contrasts, maybe, or in their visualization methodology, or in their basic form, or what have you — but they all were from seriously far-flung sources, only temporarily united in the service of my quest only by virtue of their status as ffffound objects.

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Figure 1. Some of ffffound’s most popular images.

I pinned them on the wall, sketched a bit, conferred with my colleagues, sketched more, and knocked out the diagram. In the course of all this, I did not pause for a moment and sink into a comfy chair with my well-thumbed edition of The Visual Display of Quantitative Information, nor did I lovingly tease any slowly-oxygenating prints out of my graduated colleagues’ flatfiles, or anything like that. I pretty much stayed in my standard I-am-designing-shit pose, which was: hunched over a computer. Printouts notwithstanding… If I’d had a monitor that was large enough, or if I hadn’t needed to collaborate with my friends in order to do the thing that I was doing, I wouldn’t have even bothered with the lasers (which laserprints — let’s admit it — are totally screentastic in their glossy quick’n’dirtiness).

The point is: ffffound has emerged as a single repository where I can instantly gratify my urge to see new design thingees. I can root through dozens of pieces of other people’s work, with nothing to give me pause, making no payments of any kind, and with no consequence. It was one thing, back in the early days, when the Internet was brand-new… wow! So much design, so much of it from far away, and all right at your fingertips! But you still had to work for it, and engage with your subject matter. To do design research — and I use that term provisionally here — with a computer, you had to balance queries to Corbis with those to Nexis. You had to know when to root through your bookmarks for samples from some weird blog, and when to hit up Flickr or the Prelinger archives, or when to pack it in and buy a fucking stock image of a woman walking along a beach with a sunset.

Or when to stand up from the computer and look in a book. Or when to talk to someone who would know.

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Figure 2. Good design. Via ffffound.

Ffffound gives you all that stuff in one place, all conveniently pre-curated by a slaverishly devoted volunteer staff of designers and design fans. You don’t have to have been blessed with one of its coveted invites to subscribe to its main RSS feed, and then there you go: a fountain of fresh design, photography, and art, right there in your feed reader, with new stuff piped in from the zeitgeist minute by minute. Sure, the system hasn’t got any tags or search boxes, yeah, but with a modicum of hunting around, you can find a user whose tastes appeal to your desires, and subscribe to their individual feed. And kablam: their graphic tastes are at your fingertips whenever you like. Ffffound’s look-but-don’t-post invite-only policy promotes a distribution model similar to that which was engendered by Napster and its P2P descendants, in which a small number of taste-making uploaders can distribute a schmorgasboard of content to hordes of downloaders in a vastly asymmetric fashion. But by passing out invitations through the social network of its users, ffffound follows in the footsteps of OiNK (the now-legendary BitTorrnet music hub) in creating a self-reinforcing community standard. Invites only go to those who users think would use ffffound “right”, the nature of which can only be gleaned from observation.

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Figure 3. Tips for designers who want to be ffffound. Ripped off from this.

Much as psychoacoustically compressed audio files are delivered minus the grounding context of record packaging and liner notes, images on ffffound are ripped from their context and tossed upon the totalizing non-ground that is the sites’ white background. The “quoted from” link that ffffound furnishes is, in many cases, completely useless — bookmarking an image after going directly to its URL simply renders the “quote” link redundant. Furthermore, if such a directly-posted image is from a site with many users (like flickr, say, or facebook) it is impossible to trace the post back to the page in which it was originally situated. The “quoted from” link is also less than compatible with blogs: if I post to ffffound from a blogs’ front page, and the blogger puts up a few new entries, the originating article will move off of the page. To find the source of the image, then, you’d have to root through the blogs’ archive… a task which ranges from eye-rollingly irritating to nigh-impossible, depending on whose site you’re specifically concerned with.

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Figure 4. This image is extremely popular on ffffound (as you can see here)… but the user responsible for the flickr page from which it’s taken seems to have copied it, with no attribution, from this guy. Ffffound’s lack of user control and annotation prevents this fact from being noted within ffffound in any way.

And but so: ffffound users could themselves navigate to the right URLs, only posting images when it is respectful (morally, if not legally) to do so. But they don’t. I know I don’t: when I see an image I like on the internet these days, I almost immediately ask, “is it ffffindable??” I have even caught myself thinking this about actual physical objects I see in real life:

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Figure 5. Rrrreal llllife ffffound. It was inevitable.

See, what really drives ffffound, though, is love. I love finding and sharing and swapping and trading ffffound images until I’m swimming in them. We all do. It’s sorta like the card game War, and sorta like going to Printed Matter… sorta del.icio.us and sorta HotOrNot (or, more currently, commandshift3). But I am starting to fear that that love may eventually create something nasty. Ffffound already has climbed to the top of many designers’ bookmark lists; the individuals behind some of the more popular design blogs, like SwissMiss and SpeakUp, have presences on ffffound. Such high-profile endorsement legitimizes ffffound as a resource, and allows visitors to gloss over the complex issues of attribution and intellectual property as they ogle ffffound’s visual schmorgasbord. I fear that with each image we post to it, ffffound gets riper for some sort of reckoning in these perilously unresolved arenas.

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Figure 6. Escape, from Mandatory Thinking.

We shall see. Will they add more features? Will they take some away? Will the site remain in beta, or will it open its doors to the public? Will an imitator challenge ffffound’s hegemonous hold on “image bookmarking”? Will such an imitator fall first to legal scuffles? Who the fuck knows. I do not. Yeah.

(Anyway. I’m compiling notes for a longer, non-designy entry about me and my big fat life, but in the meantime, there’s always the tumblelogs, in regular and MFA thesis flavors. Indeed. Salud!



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12/27/2007 08:13:14 EST •  tags: criticism, design, devilsadvocate, ffffound, images, intellectualproperty, links, web, writing, wtf, yo
I look around most days, I don’t even see: things, people, animals… Cars. Trains. Buildings. Yeah, No. I just see waves, really… Like typical sinusoid waveforms, but millions of them, all around, intersecting with each other, in strength and in pain

OMG like totes

Good morning. It’s 5:23 AM, and I’m sitting on my friend Jed’s couch in Brooklyn. All sorts of important school shit started to go down today in Providence, but I was privvy to none of it. We had one last frolic out at the beach, this weekend, you see. Just a handful of us, and it was a fantastic last hurrah for the summer. The temperatures were within range, the people were concordant and the relationships could be accurately described by an adjective that means the opposite of “awkward”. I’m sure you just got back to work and so the last thing you need is someone yapping about their complacently happy beach time while you have to fix the TPS reports and whatnot.

But so: I had told fidelity to put a lot of money into my checking account at bank of fucking america. I had issued this order last Thursday, and I’d only done it so late because the FIRST one I did, when I called on Tuesday, didn’t go through at all. But the second proved to be a far more nettlesome thing, really…. the transaction didn’t go through until Monday, so I had to bum cash off my friends and generally be annoying about money, a state of being I detest with the passion of 10,000 supernovae. So but so: on monday, licking my chops to hit the ATM, I check my balance on the intertron, and what is it I see? Why, the fools have executed a WITHDRAWAL and not a deposit. So there is a gigantic number in my bank account as I expected, but it is most unexpectedly red, like straight-up #FF0000, and there is a minus sign next to it.

After much phone-calling and yelling and screaming of “ESCALATE ME NOW!!” and the like, I got one dude to admit that the broker had literally CLICK THE WRONG FUCKING BUTTON. this was a real show-stopper factoid, I have to say… at RPI, I was in charge of the security and proper treatment of lots of peoples’ personal info. I didn’t even touch money stuff with my systems, but believe me, if I had done something like that to even one of my charges’ data, I’d have been super ultra fucking fired. AND BUT SOOOO, these dildos haven’t fixed my fucking shit yet!! I won’t go into all the details, really, but WTF, you can click a mouse and ruin all of my savings at once, but you can’t click it the OTHER way and FIX IT?!?!?! Color me boggled by this shit.

Anyway, I guess the upshot is that I learned a lot of stuff about American financial infrastructure. Did you know that the Federal Reserve closes at 2:30? Maybe. But did you know that most contemporary ACH transfers, while slower than federal wire funds, actually ENCOMPASS a federal wire fund transfer within their transactional boundary? That is fascinating. I learned shit like that, in between breaths while I yelled at bankers. Yes.

Anyway I will be back in PVD soon, and back with the REAL WRITING too (someting more for Ms. Ganssle, yeah!)… in closing, I would like to apologize also for being a shitty communicator this summer. I have a few legit excuses: I couldn’t get GTalk to turn off on my fone for a few weeks, so it only looked like I was giving you the cold, silent finger. Not long after, the fone was lost in entirety while I was riding the infamous cyclone down at coney island. I swear, it was totally in my pocket in what I thought was a secure fashion… I couldn’t have been wronger; the fone was tossed to the breeze, and so I had to upgrade ad-hoc and scramble my contacts together from pieces of paper, and even answer calls with queries like “who is this?” … blech.

So these are my excuses, but fuck them. Soon, we will chat all through the night. It will be wonderful. But before that, I’m going to crash here, and hopefully scrape up enough cash to achieve the requisite fiduciary momentum to leave New York. Fuck yes. Salud!



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09/11/2007 05:14:18 EST •  tags: blather, coneyisland, cyclone, fone, goodmorning, idiots, incompetence, money, newyork, ohshit, ohwell, retards, theendofsummer, wtf
hey there’s something I got to tell you, hey but I don’t know where to start

OMG WTF LOL

Hi. Been making some type. Here’s the ridiculous face I made, just so I could make something and relearn fontlab. Free for you:

… I do welcome your feedback. Of course, I know it’s ridiculous, so refrain from saying “it’s ridiculous”… more awesome would be comments along the lines of “your kerning tables are fucked under OS 10.3” (or what have you). But hey.

Gusset is released under the BigShot License Version 1.0, which is exactly like the MIT license, except that whenever a graphic design bigshot sees something you did with the font, you have to tell me about it. It’s all there in the file, including a list of bigshots. Yes.

Ok. Non-ridiculous stuff (as perhaps this one will be when done) is coming SOON, I swear to jeezus. Yeah!

-fish



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07/31/2007 00:50:15 EST •  tags: download, free, goodmorning, lol, myshit, omg, ridiculous, typedesign, typography, wtf
makin a LASAGNAAAA… for one.

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Yo. Portfolio is up, more or less, in BETA MODE. Indeed, I do think Google’s greatest innovation was cementing the term BETA in popular parlance, providing us as such with a far more palatable term than “unfinished”.

Blech. But so more to come with that. Need to find someone who will photograph all my physical design objects (books, posters, etc) for cheap. Need to unfuck that header typeface, need to pull some entries, need to add a few more thingees. Need to rewrite the javascript with jQuery and all that. Blah blah blah, yes yes. But so yeah, watch that space. Yes.

Anyway. Went back to Providence for the 4th this week. After a month of bklyn living, the “I need to get the fuck out of the city” feeling had been percolating, despite the fact that bklyn is supremely awesome in every measureable way. So it turned out ot be serendipidously nice to leave. I went for a walk on the cliffs by the Providence bay, which is something I first did like two years ago. Indeed.

Of course, I have no pictures of that, or of the gorgeous sunset that followed… you will have to make do with this ratty flashed-out pic of my home studio wall. As I said previously: blech! Ok yeah. more later. Yes.



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07/06/2007 11:49:37 EST •  tags: awesome, bklyn, design, geekshit, greenpoint, hello, myshit, portfolio, providence, sad, wtf
to be down, you must appeal.

We had final crits for Reinfurt’s studio yesterday. I will tell you: I have seen some serious nonsense at crits, in my day. Up at iEAR, people would go through the most absurd shit to avoid confronting the truth about their work. Ditto RISD, of course. But yesterday’s bullshit was super fucking unprecedented, in like every way. I am not going to go into it, really; it’d end up being a bunch of “and he was like … and so we were all like …” type of stuff, but I will in fact offer the following images as proof of the utter histrionic catastrophe that it was.

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bethany_wtf00.jpgFigure 4. Bethany Johns being all like “WHAT THE FUCK??”, Sesame Street style.

… so yeah. Most of it wasn’t quite as ridiculous, but that ending there took some serious cake, I’d say. Blaaaaagh. This is why people so frequently roll their eyes when uttering the phrase “graduate school”, isn’t it? It really is, really, like for reals. Yes.

But yes. Things are wrapping up nicely, here. For example, our MFA graduate show opened up the other night. Considering they’re having it in the Providence convention center this year (vs. the RISD museum, which is being renovated or somesuch), I’m pleased to say it actually kind of works. Usually this show consists primarily of the second-rate crapola that people have lying around their studios after their big final crits or final shows, or what have you, but in this case people pulled it together and rocked out. Also, the show itself was well-considered enough to work at the rather massive “convention center” scale, which was, like, a pleasant suprise. Indeeeeed. Breanne has pictures up, too. Yes.

Anyway. Now I’m in New York. Going to look at sublets… if you have a sublet that I could rent from you for june/july/august, and involves NO ROOMMATES and preferably is in Greenpoint, then by all means, lemme at it. Otherwise yeah, wish me luck, and I’ll meet you at the Shake Shack in two weeks for lunch. Fuck yes!

-fish

PS. Even more on SpeakUp / WDC, this time on intellectual property and ripping people off. Fun times. Yes!



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05/19/2007 19:49:29 EST •  tags: apartment, broomstick, crit, design, help, holyshit, pinata, risd, robgiampetro, school, sublet, wtf
the problem no longer inherently present in the solution

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I saw a picture, the other day, of OMA’s proposal for Park de la Villette. It was in some fancypants hundred-dollar book at spoonbill, of course. and I must say that that shit is completely incoherent. Say what you want about Mr. Tschumi and his wacky deconstruction games… his approach made some sort of semiotic and graphical sense. which is what that shit should be all about, rite? rite. I go for a walk in the park, I am not particularly thinking about the meaning of my context and whatnot. I want pretty flowers, and if they come in the form of a deconstructed cube folly red thing, then hey.

As far as I am concerned these days: architecture is fashion, and urbanism is typography. It kind of kills me that the only work I have come across that highlights anything resembling the latter analogy is that “alphabetical city” pamphlet by Mr. Holl. But it also kills me that you almost can’t get a fucking architect to even say the word “typography”, much less practice it or get the significance. I mean, it is practically a crime that the word, or any of its related conjugants, does not appear on page 216 of “atlas of novel tectonics”. WTFFFFFFF??!?

But yeah anyway. That aside, I like the book, despite the fact that I have heard whispers in the subways that he (Reiser) is a dildo. I have not seen any prima facie evidence of dildoism in the book or on the internet, typographic ignorance notwithstanding, so if you have any such knowlegde please pass it along. Innocent until proven guilty, that’s how it is, yes.

Ok. Yeah. This shit, too, has become incoherent. Time for dinner. Yeah.

-fish



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08/08/2006 18:05:28 EST •  tags: architecture, design, dildoism, dinnertime, rant, semiotics, typography, wtf
I am disgusting

this just in from aaron: if you are on flickr, you should block me:

http://flickr.com/photos/admurder/131727443/#comment72057594111954334

… I mean, clearly. think about it.

-fish



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04/21/2006 17:07:41 EST •  tags: hahaha, links, photography, wtf
I wrote this a long time ago and now I’m testing “markdown” … see?

the only way to kill a malignant stereotype, effectively, is to ignore it. thinking about it in any way will only serve to reënforce it, as far as i can ascertain. but that’s only inside your own head, right? how do you kill a stereotype that exists in the wild? they spread virally. so. one person can’t kill a wild stereotype. what you can do, as an individual, is actively prevent yourself from becoming a carrier of the stereotype. this means that you must do everything in your power to prevent yourself from passing it. in order to do this, however, you must vigilantly monitor your every thought and transmission, to prevent elements of the stereotype from insidiously embedding themselves in your thoughts, words, and actions. this directly contradicts our primarily established method of killing the stereotype within yourself, which means that the more you attempt to prevent the stereotypes’ spread outside of yourself, the more you must invariably reënforce it within your own mind. thus, it would seem, the stereotype will only end when an entire generation of the society that harbors the stereotype can trick themselves into performing this sort of mental autoablation*, to prevent the stereotype from infecting those that come after them. essentially, you have to live with it, so your children don’t have to. it frightens me, however, to think of the possible secondary effects of doing this to yourself. it seems like you could seriously fuck up your own perceptions if your efforts at self-censorship mutate beyond your own control. sadly, this outcome doesn’t seem preposterous, considering we’re all a bunch of human beings, who are known far and wide for such inventions as stoicheometry, and the crack pipe.



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