Just found this little transaction while going through my Facebook inbox. Quite the honor to have this man think highly of me. Always interesting to find out who’s interested, and always preferable to discover that the interested are smart. 
By the way, in my response, I should have said, “Even though I never took one of your classes, I know to respect your opinion…” Oh well. Next time, next time. 
So, hey, potential future employers! If you want to have a look at my Facebook, be my guest. You just might come away with as good an impression of me as did this accomplished professor. 

Just found this little transaction while going through my Facebook inbox. Quite the honor to have this man think highly of me. Always interesting to find out who’s interested, and always preferable to discover that the interested are smart. 

By the way, in my response, I should have said, “Even though I never took one of your classes, I know to respect your opinion…” Oh well. Next time, next time. 

So, hey, potential future employers! If you want to have a look at my Facebook, be my guest. You just might come away with as good an impression of me as did this accomplished professor. 

Here’s how you can weed through my blog

I tag everything I post, so if you ever feel like checking out a specific subject amongst all my other random content, just type into your search bar the following:

http://myndscribe.tumblr.com/tagged/(insert subject)

 

Here are some examples (or all of the examples):

http://myndscribe.tumblr.com/tagged/writing

http://myndscribe.tumblr.com/tagged/fashion

http://myndscribe.tumblr.com/tagged/style

-Yes, fashion and style are different.

http://myndscribe.tumblr.com/tagged/music

http://myndscribe.tumblr.com/tagged/inspiration

http://myndscribe.tumblr.com/tagged/humor

http://myndscribe.tumblr.com/tagged/advertising

http://myndscribe.tumblr.com/tagged/art

http://myndscribe.tumblr.com/tagged/design

-Or try “.com/tagged/graphicdesign

It’s like the inside of my brain on this thing! …You’d think it’d be squishier. 

monikahoang:

“Nobody tells this to people who are beginners, I wish someone told me. All of us who do creative work, we get into it because we have good taste. But there is this gap. For the first couple years you make stuff, it’s just not that good. It’s trying to be good, it has potential, but it’s not. But…

Oh, hey! Look! It’s my relationship with graphic design!

Debunk your fears to eliminate them

Why are writers so afraid of numbers when they are just another way to describe a concept?

Words add up, subtract, multiply, divide.

So do numbers.

They’re the exact same thing, really, except that numbers are generally shorter in length and more concise in explanation.

Are writers afraid of brevity? Not all.

Do numbers forego creativity? Not always.

I guess that all comes down to what this kid taught me in kindergarten: ‘Never say never.’

Attack everything like you own it, or be prepared to be owned.

Break down your fears. Do not let them become irrational. Get realistic and componential. Deduce meaning. Understand. Learn.

All of a sudden, numbers, or whatever your fear might be, aren’t so bad.

Take ownership of your thought process and take ownership of your life.

Only you can control what happens to you.

Take ownership of your life.

supersonicelectronic:

Top 100 Art Blogs to Follow.

A big thank you to the folks over at Coupon Audit for putting me at #30 on their list of Art Blogs to follow!  Check out the full list here.

Top 100 Art Blogs to Follow

latenightjimmy:

Tavi Gevinson skipped school yesterday to be on our show, but it was totally worth it because she got to make a wish in Stevie Nicks’ dreamcatcher.

READ ROOKIE MAG

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I like to make word strings, like popcorn garland.

Sometimes it gets tedious, sometimes it’s painful, but the end result is beautiful, and yours to be shared. To make eyes light up and hearts happy. To fill a hole. To save a life.

Words are power. 

“I fall in love with people’s passions. The way their eyes light up when they talk about the thing they love and the way they fill with light.”
— Unknown. I think I’ve blogged this before. Still one of my favorite strings of words. 
“William Butler Yeats used to say it takes more courage to find out who you are and examine the dark corners of your own soul than it does for a solider to fight on the battlefield. Pure, unadulterated courage to find out who you really are. Find your voice and then you got your style.”

Cornel West (via stylelikeu)

I don’t know how respectful it is to our soldiers and vets to say finding yourself is harder than fighting for your life.

But, I guess, do you have a life if you haven’t found yourself? Is finding yourself the same as fighting for your life?

Too true, though, on finding your style after you’ve found your voice. 

Know who you are, know how to dress. 

powslayer:

Before I Die by Candy Chang
“It’s easy to get caught up in the day-to-day and forget what really matters to you. When I lost someone I loved very much, I thought about death a lot. This helped clarify my life, the people I want to be with, and the things I want to do, but I struggled to maintain perspective. I wondered if other people felt the same way. So with help from old and new friends, I painted the side of an abandoned house in my neighborhood in New Orleans with chalkboard paint and stenciled it with a grid of the sentence “Before I die I want to _______.” Anyone walking by could pick up a piece of chalk, reflect on their lives, and share their personal aspirations in public space.
It was all an experiment and I didn’t know what to expect. By the next day the wall was entirely filled out and it kept growing: Before I die I want to… sing for millions, hold her one more time, eat a salad with an alien, see my daughter graduate, abandon all insecurities, plant a tree, straddle the International Date Line, get clean, live off the grid, build a school, be someone’s cavalry, be completely myself…  People’s responses made me laugh out loud and tear up. They consoled during my own tough times. This neglected space became a constructive one for contemplation and reflection. It’s about remembering what matters most to you as you grow and change. It’s about getting to know the people around you in new and enlightening ways. It’s about creating public spaces that help us see we are not alone in our struggles towards leading personally meaningful lives.”
Read more about the project in here.
powslayer:

Before I Die by Candy Chang
“It’s easy to get caught up in the day-to-day and forget what really matters to you. When I lost someone I loved very much, I thought about death a lot. This helped clarify my life, the people I want to be with, and the things I want to do, but I struggled to maintain perspective. I wondered if other people felt the same way. So with help from old and new friends, I painted the side of an abandoned house in my neighborhood in New Orleans with chalkboard paint and stenciled it with a grid of the sentence “Before I die I want to _______.” Anyone walking by could pick up a piece of chalk, reflect on their lives, and share their personal aspirations in public space.
It was all an experiment and I didn’t know what to expect. By the next day the wall was entirely filled out and it kept growing: Before I die I want to… sing for millions, hold her one more time, eat a salad with an alien, see my daughter graduate, abandon all insecurities, plant a tree, straddle the International Date Line, get clean, live off the grid, build a school, be someone’s cavalry, be completely myself…  People’s responses made me laugh out loud and tear up. They consoled during my own tough times. This neglected space became a constructive one for contemplation and reflection. It’s about remembering what matters most to you as you grow and change. It’s about getting to know the people around you in new and enlightening ways. It’s about creating public spaces that help us see we are not alone in our struggles towards leading personally meaningful lives.”
Read more about the project in here.
powslayer:

Before I Die by Candy Chang
“It’s easy to get caught up in the day-to-day and forget what really matters to you. When I lost someone I loved very much, I thought about death a lot. This helped clarify my life, the people I want to be with, and the things I want to do, but I struggled to maintain perspective. I wondered if other people felt the same way. So with help from old and new friends, I painted the side of an abandoned house in my neighborhood in New Orleans with chalkboard paint and stenciled it with a grid of the sentence “Before I die I want to _______.” Anyone walking by could pick up a piece of chalk, reflect on their lives, and share their personal aspirations in public space.
It was all an experiment and I didn’t know what to expect. By the next day the wall was entirely filled out and it kept growing: Before I die I want to… sing for millions, hold her one more time, eat a salad with an alien, see my daughter graduate, abandon all insecurities, plant a tree, straddle the International Date Line, get clean, live off the grid, build a school, be someone’s cavalry, be completely myself…  People’s responses made me laugh out loud and tear up. They consoled during my own tough times. This neglected space became a constructive one for contemplation and reflection. It’s about remembering what matters most to you as you grow and change. It’s about getting to know the people around you in new and enlightening ways. It’s about creating public spaces that help us see we are not alone in our struggles towards leading personally meaningful lives.”
Read more about the project in here.
powslayer:

Before I Die by Candy Chang
“It’s easy to get caught up in the day-to-day and forget what really matters to you. When I lost someone I loved very much, I thought about death a lot. This helped clarify my life, the people I want to be with, and the things I want to do, but I struggled to maintain perspective. I wondered if other people felt the same way. So with help from old and new friends, I painted the side of an abandoned house in my neighborhood in New Orleans with chalkboard paint and stenciled it with a grid of the sentence “Before I die I want to _______.” Anyone walking by could pick up a piece of chalk, reflect on their lives, and share their personal aspirations in public space.
It was all an experiment and I didn’t know what to expect. By the next day the wall was entirely filled out and it kept growing: Before I die I want to… sing for millions, hold her one more time, eat a salad with an alien, see my daughter graduate, abandon all insecurities, plant a tree, straddle the International Date Line, get clean, live off the grid, build a school, be someone’s cavalry, be completely myself…  People’s responses made me laugh out loud and tear up. They consoled during my own tough times. This neglected space became a constructive one for contemplation and reflection. It’s about remembering what matters most to you as you grow and change. It’s about getting to know the people around you in new and enlightening ways. It’s about creating public spaces that help us see we are not alone in our struggles towards leading personally meaningful lives.”
Read more about the project in here.
powslayer:

Before I Die by Candy Chang
“It’s easy to get caught up in the day-to-day and forget what really matters to you. When I lost someone I loved very much, I thought about death a lot. This helped clarify my life, the people I want to be with, and the things I want to do, but I struggled to maintain perspective. I wondered if other people felt the same way. So with help from old and new friends, I painted the side of an abandoned house in my neighborhood in New Orleans with chalkboard paint and stenciled it with a grid of the sentence “Before I die I want to _______.” Anyone walking by could pick up a piece of chalk, reflect on their lives, and share their personal aspirations in public space.
It was all an experiment and I didn’t know what to expect. By the next day the wall was entirely filled out and it kept growing: Before I die I want to… sing for millions, hold her one more time, eat a salad with an alien, see my daughter graduate, abandon all insecurities, plant a tree, straddle the International Date Line, get clean, live off the grid, build a school, be someone’s cavalry, be completely myself…  People’s responses made me laugh out loud and tear up. They consoled during my own tough times. This neglected space became a constructive one for contemplation and reflection. It’s about remembering what matters most to you as you grow and change. It’s about getting to know the people around you in new and enlightening ways. It’s about creating public spaces that help us see we are not alone in our struggles towards leading personally meaningful lives.”
Read more about the project in here.
powslayer:

Before I Die by Candy Chang
“It’s easy to get caught up in the day-to-day and forget what really matters to you. When I lost someone I loved very much, I thought about death a lot. This helped clarify my life, the people I want to be with, and the things I want to do, but I struggled to maintain perspective. I wondered if other people felt the same way. So with help from old and new friends, I painted the side of an abandoned house in my neighborhood in New Orleans with chalkboard paint and stenciled it with a grid of the sentence “Before I die I want to _______.” Anyone walking by could pick up a piece of chalk, reflect on their lives, and share their personal aspirations in public space.
It was all an experiment and I didn’t know what to expect. By the next day the wall was entirely filled out and it kept growing: Before I die I want to… sing for millions, hold her one more time, eat a salad with an alien, see my daughter graduate, abandon all insecurities, plant a tree, straddle the International Date Line, get clean, live off the grid, build a school, be someone’s cavalry, be completely myself…  People’s responses made me laugh out loud and tear up. They consoled during my own tough times. This neglected space became a constructive one for contemplation and reflection. It’s about remembering what matters most to you as you grow and change. It’s about getting to know the people around you in new and enlightening ways. It’s about creating public spaces that help us see we are not alone in our struggles towards leading personally meaningful lives.”
Read more about the project in here.

powslayer:

Before I Die by Candy Chang

“It’s easy to get caught up in the day-to-day and forget what really matters to you. When I lost someone I loved very much, I thought about death a lot. This helped clarify my life, the people I want to be with, and the things I want to do, but I struggled to maintain perspective. I wondered if other people felt the same way. So with help from old and new friends, I painted the side of an abandoned house in my neighborhood in New Orleans with chalkboard paint and stenciled it with a grid of the sentence “Before I die I want to _______.” Anyone walking by could pick up a piece of chalk, reflect on their lives, and share their personal aspirations in public space.

It was all an experiment and I didn’t know what to expect. By the next day the wall was entirely filled out and it kept growing: Before I die I want to… sing for millions, hold her one more time, eat a salad with an alien, see my daughter graduate, abandon all insecurities, plant a tree, straddle the International Date Line, get clean, live off the grid, build a school, be someone’s cavalry, be completely myself…  People’s responses made me laugh out loud and tear up. They consoled during my own tough times. This neglected space became a constructive one for contemplation and reflection. It’s about remembering what matters most to you as you grow and change. It’s about getting to know the people around you in new and enlightening ways. It’s about creating public spaces that help us see we are not alone in our struggles towards leading personally meaningful lives.”

Read more about the project in here.

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On New York

I interned on 13th and Gansevoort during the summer of 2011 at the wonderful CRT/tanaka PR agency. Its building straddled the Meat Packing District and West Village areas, so it was pretty hip. Of course, I had no idea about that when I arrived on New York’s doorstep as a Wisconsin girl going to school in Dallas. New York gave me my me.

After New York, a major (and necessary) break-up inspired me to spend some time trimming the fat off of my life. Fat for me, at this time and in this metaphorical sense, was anything that did not function in favor of my mind’s peace and my heart’s warmth.

Until a couple months ago, I was unable to see New York as anything more than a large and undesirable wad of fat. A love handle, if you will.

I was confused as to why people were choosing to make their lives harder for no “apparent reason.”

I mean, why use a laundromat when you could just use your laundry room? Why lug your groceries for blocks when you could just lug them to your car? WHY MAKE THINGS THAT ARE ALREADY SHITTY EVEN SHITTIER?

Here’s why: the community provided by the mutual struggle and the energy that comes from surviving.

Being submerged in a crowd of 200 unfamiliar faces can be disorienting. However, every one of those faces- aside from those of the gawking tourists- belongs to someone who’s going through, or has gone through, some variation of whatever you’re going through, or have gone through.

Make sense?

Everyone’s got something in common in New York.

Don’t believe me? Anderson Cooper had bed bugs. Case closed.

No matter how alone you might feel, you’re never actually alone. In fact, you’re in one of the biggest, and most elite clubs in the world.

You live in New York- you’re making it.

Always thank your supporters.

Roc Boys (And The Winner Is…) by Jay-Z feat. Kanye West

First of all I wan’ thank my connect
The most important person with all due respect
Thanks for to duffle bag, the brown paper bag
The Nike shoe box for holding all this cash
Boys in blue who put greed before the badge
The first pusher whoever made the stash
The Roc Boys in the building tonight
Oh what a feeling I’m feeling life
Thanks to the lames, niggas bad aim
Thanks to a little change I tore you out the game
Bullet wounds will stop your bafoonery
Thanks to the pastor rapping at your eulogy
To Lil Kim and them, you know the women friend
Who, carry the work cross state for a gentlemen
Yeah, thanks to all the hustlers
And most importantly you, the customer

[Chorus: Jay-Z (Kanye West)]
The Roc Boys in the building tonight
Oh what a feeling, I’m feeling life
You don’t even gotta bring ya paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house
(We in the house, hou-, hou-)
The Roc Boys in the building tonight
Look at how I’m chilling, I’m killing this ice
You don’t even gotta bring ya purses out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house
(We in the house, hou-, hou-)
(We in the house, hou-, hou-, HEY)

Let ya hair down baby, I just hit a score
Pick any place on the planet, pick a shore
Take what the Forbes figure, then figure more
Cause they forgot to account what I did with the raw
Pick a time, lets pick apart some stores
Pick a weekend for freaking for figure fours
I figure frauds never hit a lick before
So they don’t know the feeling when them things get across
Put ya hand out the window, feel the force
Feel the Porsche, hit the frost
Ice cold, jewels got no flaws
Drop got no top, you on the top floor
Pink Rosay, think OJ
I get away with murder when I sling yay
Niggas got less steps then Britney
That means it ain’t stepped on, dig me?

[Chorus (with overlapping 3rd verse towards end)]

Red Porsches, rare portraits
Red glocks if you dare come near the fortress
This apple sauce is from the apple orchid
This kinda talk is only reserved for the bosses
Which means I get it from the ground
Which means you get it when I’m around
Rich niggas, black bar mitzvahs
Mazel tav, it’s a celebration bitches, la heim
I wish for you a hundred years of success but it’s my time
Cheers, toast to crime
Number one b-boy, chain nigga rhyme

[Chorus x3]

Sweet, let that ride out!
Bring the horns back in, yeah
This is black super hero music right here baby
American Gangsta
Taking flight, coming to a town near you
Soon as I touch down I just want ya’ll to start playing the horns like…
Hovies home…Lukey baby
Hahahahaha…ow!