Another incredible post over at Firmuhment. Initially, I quickly scanned it but left the tab open so that I could read it again, completely with all of the details. I wasn’t disappointed. Amidst all of the hoopla of Tumblr and Google Buzz, I found this post extremely relevant. It’s about a writer named Lorrie Moore who starts a blog, a tumble blog most likely.
Rhodia Drive has a cool list of all the pads that they make, including dimensions and numbers.
-Soho Maruman paper 4.9″x6.9″
-Sakura Micron 0.1-0.5
-Tombow ABT felt color pens
-Faber-Castell Albrecht-Dürer aquarelle pencils
As promised, the paperblog I did yesterday. Today’s paperblog is a lot bigger. I used Soho Maruman 8.5″x13.9″. It’s almost 4 times bigger, but easier to work with for some reason. You don’t feel like you need to cover the whole page. Anyway, today’s paperblog isn’t finished yet, but I’ll work on it before I go to bed.
I’ve set up some time after school tomorrow to buy art supplies and Moleskines. I’m looking forward to it, it’s going to be really cool.
I just went through my artwork and found a bunch of pieces that I haven’t posted or scanned. I think I’ll do this in the next few days. There are some pieces that aren’t finished. I started working on paperblog #42¹. I couldn’t decide on what size to use. I decided to start small, with a Maruman Soho sketch pad, 4.9″x6.9″. This medium is a lot better than the previous cheap paper I used for paperblogs.
Currently, I only have one MS. It’s for watercolors and ink and it’s the normal MS size. It’s got 72 pages. I noticed that new folio-sized watercolor MS have come out, an A4 and an A3. I used to keep journals in cheaper notebooks, but I have tired of the cheap paper (ink and colors tend to run) so I’ll shortly get a slew of them from Page One. I want an A4 and A3 watercolor, with an A4 or large MS for journaling. I’d like a smaller pocket MS to take notes when I’m on the go, plus another one for my math research. From what I remember, I’m sure that they are quite cheap here and I’d like to take all of my school notes in MS. That could be really cool.
Blogging has become a part of my life since I started in 2006. I blogged in other ways before in HTML files that were constantly updated from 1998-2003. I wrote this post about my blogging habit. Today, I will go into the reasons why I love blogging.
1. Power of blogs
More than once, I have seen a positive change in my life due to blogs. For example, there was the time that I had topped my upload limit in a month on Zooomr. I blogged about this. A few hours later I received a comment and an email from Kris Tate CFO of Zooomr. He reset my upload limit for the month so I could upload my photos. I really appreciated that. Earlier this year, I had trouble uploading my photos. Kris managed to resolve my issue in a few minutes.
More recently, I blogged about losing a Better Bottle from CamelBak. I was running at full speed in order to catch the bus. I made the bus, but immediately noticed once in the bus, that I had lost my bottle in my full out run. I asked myself which I preferred, losing a bottle or being in time for my university classes. It took only a fraction of a second to decide that I’d rather go to school on time. I will receive a new Better Bottle from CamelBak later this week, courtesy of their marketing department.
2. Immediate results
As an aspiring writer, photographer and artist, I love seeing an immediate result. This happens when I push the “Post” button in my WP dashboard. Immediately, my post is published on my blog and sent through my RSS subscriptions. With a good Pagerank, what you write has immediate impact as well. The power of your blog relies on how easy it is to find your content.
As a visible minority in a largely Caucasian population, I am extremely sensitive to racism. This means that I notice it easily. A look, a word, a gesture. I can interpret these when they are racist. I have said before that between France, Germany and Canada, Quebec is by far the most racist place I have ever lived. I won’t count Taiwan, since the Taiwanese are pretty much racist towards anybody. That’s not necessarily true, but from a certain point of view, it is.
From paperblogging, to watercolors, to photography, to creative writing, I do create things. Some of them are crap, others are good. In an effort to better myself, I post these. Hopefully some people will like them. I don’t really post them to receive criticism. In that sense, I am my own harshest critic.
I was messing around with a paint brush and ink a few weeks ago and this was the result. I have been researching ways to do some calligraphy. After a few experiments, I decided on using ink dip pens as they get the best result. I’ve seen some typographers and calligraphers working with brushes, but they are hard to use. It will take a lot of practice.
This piece actually turned out to be a short poem. Click the image about to read or read it below.
The weight of the world lay on his shoulders, but he could not tell.
Like the abyss that spawned him, his heart of hearts told him different.
What could be said?
What could be done?
No one could tell.
It crushed him slowly into pieces.
The gaps became larger.
No one knew if he could ever be put back together
Things would always fall apart.