Chris Hadfield is an awesome person.
Chris Hadfield is an awesome person.
It is by this very virtue that I have started this experiment. Support fair use. But be original.
Found on Twitter today. #MadeWithNotegraphy #ALetterADay
I’ve always protested against posting text posts (and non-square photos) on Instagram. I’m also not comfortable with using third party apps to ‘design’ stuff, believing that I can make my own, if I could.
But this is the how it is used in our iGadget-Galaxi’ed lives. We see photos of quotes, lines from movies, overheard stuff on Instagram everyday. Some look genuinely nice, some just screenshots of the Notes app on iOS. Some are produced laboriously on computers, and some done quickly in different apps in smartphones.
So this is an experiment: A way to embrace how these new apps and technologies are reshaping #design and #creativity as we know it. (Also, it is a way for me to understand more how and why text posts are popular on Instagram, hihi.)
I’ll attempt to use different quotes, prose and poetry to produce a “version” of it using Notegraphy (on iOS and Android). Notegraphy is a simple app to produce beautiful text posts using interesting pre-designed templates. In the spirit of ‘ephemeral’ and ‘being in the moment’ the stuff I’ll be posting are interesting tidbits I found/heard/read during the day. The catch is, I have to follow the alphabet in choosing what to post, complementing how Notegraphy highlights the first letters of your text.
We all have tools to create beautiful work, if we know how to take advantage of them. Having just a smartphone or a tablet isn’t a hindrance to making great stuff. And also, as they say, nothing is original, everything is remixed. Our creations are but our ‘interpretations’ of what we see. That is is what makes our art, ours. That is what our audiences see and appreciate in our works.
So…A. The beginning of this experiment. A new lease, a new take on creativity and creation.
Ian Betteridge, from his “The 500”
I believe art is best expressed when it is made for yourself, the artist. I don’t mean to say that you disregard your audience; you think about them by making sure what you create is yours, and your interpretation of whatever you’re trying to put in your art is yours.
What you create is appreciated best when it is an extension of you—it is a story you want to tell.
My cinema buddies for the past three days. Thank you for the opportunity, fun, insight and laughter @teachermarch and @gerbert_official! Here’s to more projects! Hahahahaha!
Here’s the official Ateneo College Days schedule!
In 2012. Hahaha.
Kidding aside… To be able to do work that you love, and love what you’re working on, is one of the most important forms of “Love” for me. It’s just next to “mother’s love” in my hypothetical list!
This is one of the first tarp designs I did for @the_SCT back in 2012. Say what you will, I love it dearly.
But of course I also have my friends who I love; my mentors who never give up on me despite all the missed deadlines in the world; my family who’s more or less used to me going home at ungodly hours (or sometimes not at all), in the name of doing what I “love”; and really, my mom, my ever-beautiful mom from whom I got all my genes from. (It’s not hard to believe for me that she reproduced me asexually, hahaha!) This goes out to all of you:
Happy Valentine’s Day everyone.
Greet your mom, dad, sister, brother, dog, computer, shower, jeepney, car, notebook, exams, grades, teachers, etc. Spread the love!
(Happy Virginity Day too! You either lose it or keep it, but stay safe!)
It all started with an iPod.
iPod Nano, First Generation, Black.
When I got it, I was crazy over it. It’s an impossibly thin device, and it played music. Two glorious gigabytes of music.
From being used to having the radio at night (lights out at 9PM), a 1.44MB floppy disk (for storing fonts I’ve downloaded at school so that I could install it home, about five font files per day) for portable storage, and sleeping on the way home in public transport, I got an iPod.
With two gigabytes. With which I could listen to music, anytime. With which I could copy a thousand font files a day. With which I could ride home, awake, alive, and thinking about, well, life.
Wow. So much from such a small device.
Then I got a Mac.
Mac Mini, First Generation, Silver and White.
When I got it, I got even crazier over it. It’s an impossibly small device, and it was a computer. 80GB of HD storage, 1.44GHz of CPU, 512MB of RAM, 40ish MB of VRAM.
From being used to a big hulking, demanding, heating, hanging-too-often Windows PC (use only when approved, or when aunt isn’t at home or sleeping), a big-ass CRT monitor, a spaghetti of wires and wires for everything to be used, I got a Mac.
With a flat screen, and wireless keyboard and mouse. With which I installed applications (I downloaded from school, naturally). With which I first edited mini-movies. With which I made my first posters. With which I learned that wow, I love writing. With which I got on the internet, eventually. With which, I could go home, and learn many things about, well, life.
Then I got a MacBook.
MacBook Pro. The Last Generation Before Unibody.
It’s probably obvious where I’ll go with this, so I’ll just say I crapped my pants (figuratively) when I first turned it on.
Mac chime, boom. “Welcome to Mac OS X Tiger.”
What I used to have before, 2GB, to 80GB, wow now 250GB. Faster everything. Thinner everything. Wireless everything. I was at my craziest.
Wow, finally something that would allow me to do just about anything I’d ever like to do. Listening to music? Editing movies? Posters? Watching movies? Reading and writing online? Torrenting? Wow.
I got my iPod wet while at the beach. The Macbook Pro was a defective second-hand unit out of warranty. The Mac Mini got wet too, but lived on for almost two years, until I had to connect two wires to turn it on (shorting the power button, as it was broken already).
I never saw myself doing what I am doing today. I never thought I would be involved in engineering (this long), I never thought I would be involved in creative endeavors (this hard), I never thought I would be so engrossed in Apple (this thoughtfully). Founder, company, values.
All I know is, it was never about the brand. It was never about having a gadget that could play music. It was never about having a computer the size of a lunch box. It was never about having a laptop less than an inch thick.
It was all about what I can do with it. It was all about what it afforded me to do. It is all about where I am now because of what the utility of these devices afforded me.
It is all about the values these imparted in me. Attention to detail. Honesty. Design.
I think that’s what makes me a Mac person; that’s what makes me an Apple person. That’s what makes me, me.
I don’t use any Apple product right now. I have an Android tablet, and a phone that could be called dumb by today’s standards.
But the lessons, the values, the experiences I got from Nano, Twiggy and Pro live on.
Happy Birthday, Macintosh. You’ll live on forever, in me.
"The technology was never the motivation in making the film. We wanted to tell a story, and it was about developing the technology that was the only way the story could be told." - David Heyman, producer for Alfonso Charon’s ‘Gravity’
There’s perhaps a reason why I am in this degree (Electronics Engineering) and I love filmmaking. The tip of the iceberg is here, and the rest is just slowly starting to make sense.
# (Or this is just me trying to make a convenient analysis of how all of this fits together, but whatever. The possibilities, I must admit, are exciting.)
# Also in the footnotes, I really am passionate about this film. It’s such an understated masterpiece.
Shawn Blanc, from “Best in Class, Built to Last”
This, in one elegant paragraph, is why I love Apple.
Time and time again, I see interiors that just makes me melt. This is one of those days.
These kids speak more sense than I’ve ever heard adults say in a long time. Much intelligent too. Take that, Ryzza Mae.
On a serious note, I hope (as <a href=”http://feedly.com/k/1e3n3OH”>Garrett Murray said</a>) these kids—we—don’t get too drowned in the negativity and continue to be progressive with our thinking. Let’s be more in the business of understanding differences rather than putting them as walls around us. As one kid said, “No matter what color, we’re all human inside! We have organs, a heart!” That’s just perfect.
# You may argue that they’re led to speak good things about this topic, but the truth of the matter is they’re making more sense than you do (if you’re thinking that).
# I can’t say much about Cheerios, but it’s brave of them I admit.
# Ryzza Mae is a local TV personality who’s cute and young and witty. But I feel she’s being taken advantage of, rather than actually celebrated with her intelligence. But that’s another thought for another day.
Skyfire is a versatile and innovative creative agency from Zwolle, the Netherlands. I’ve worked together with them several times when one day they decided it was time for me to make them a logo. It was a dynamic, one of a kind but above all fun process with a result beyond our imagination.
The logo looks tight, but the second photo (the one with the grid) amazed me. It’s a whoa, wow moment.
# I personally like designing by a grid, but this just really amazed me.
# Update: Check out the other design projects he had, they’re like whoa. Especially his grids.
“Hey Dad,” I said, answering my phone.
“I just read on the internet that you’re a talentless piece of shit,” he said.
“Doesn’t it bother you that people can go on the internet and call you a talentless piece of shit, and never have to say it to your face?,” he continued.
“Don’t you get what that means, though?”
“Jesus H. You’re a bright kid but you sure like to wear an asshole’s costume every once in a while. It means that the future leaders of your country, I say your ‘cause I’ll have long decomposed, are gonna be people that have absolutely no experience with actual confrontation. Thirty years from now the President of the most powerful country in the world is going to be some little shit who sat at his computer and hurled insults three feet away from his mommy’s tit like it was no big deal. I don’t condone fighting, but when a human being understands that his or her actions might result in a giant fist up his or her ass, he learns a thing or two about acting before he speaks. All I’m saying is, I’m glad I’m gonna be dead. Also, Happy birthday. That’s why I called.
The last line floored me.
Like really, I just love Justin Halpern’s Dad. This is an old reblog, but I find it fitting to post after all these years.
It must feel great to have such an opinionated dad.