{"id":1248,"date":"2007-02-22T05:36:00","date_gmt":"2007-02-22T05:36:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/?p=1248"},"modified":"2007-02-22T05:36:00","modified_gmt":"2007-02-22T05:36:00","slug":"midnight-madness","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/drunkblogging\/midnight-madness\/","title":{"rendered":"Midnight madness*"},"content":{"rendered":"

I just took the first of the last three sips of this glass of Italian skunkwine<\/a> (can someone translate my mixed terminology, please?) and I caught a glimpse of an avalanche of sediment tumbling from the little reservoir atop the glass’s stem. Ew. <\/p>\n

Today I spent the day looking at pictures of dead dogs. Believe it or not, it’s a project I’m working on at work. And it’s pretty sad. Pit bulls bred for meanness in the inner-city, where quarters are tight, and the havoc those dogs can wreak on a community. Apparently there’s a whole subculture of pit-bull worship\/exploitation I’ve not been privy to. Rap videos apparently feature pit bulls fighting, and tattoo parlors around Memphis stain patrons’ skin with likenesses of pit bulls at an alarming rate: Dozens of times more than German shepherds or poodles or any other breed. <\/p>\n

The local animal authorities are pretty much in the business of euthanizing pit bulls; the city has a no-keep policy at the shelters. Three days and no owner to claim you? A dose of potassium chloride (I imagine; maybe not) and a trip to the incinerator later, and we’re on to catching the other six pups in your litter who are probably roaming around town, snapping at people. <\/p>\n

Brutal stuff. My eyes got a little prickly while reading the story.<\/p>\n

I hope my design can do the whole package justice (dumb and fruity as that sounds). <\/p>\n

If all goes according to plan (meaning my first round of ideas don’t suck so thoroughly that I am ordered back to the drawing board), this thing should print and ship with the March 4 edition. <\/p>\n

But, of course, I’m afraid that what I’ve offered up to my art director falls short of what she was looking for. I spent an entire day immersed in this story and its imagery, and still I feel like I have managed to completely miss the mark with my approach at presenting the story. <\/p>\n

But maybe I haven’t missed entirely. Maybe I’m right on the mark, or close. <\/p>\n

You just never know. That’s the excitement\/anxiety that comes with a “creative” job. The success of everything you do depends on the opinions of other people. Nothing is objective. I can put things on a page that make me happy and reference, even slightly, things in my life that make me smile, but other people might never get those visual references and jokes. So you just hope that you at least construct a solid foundation of elements that harmonize and, at some gut level, make sense. I’m not sure I can explain it any better because that’s the extent to which I understand design. As much as I like to believe I can plan for a design, there is always that impulsive part of it that comes from a particular day’s very specific breath.<\/p>\n

*The only reason I’m posting this is because I’m teaching myself (finally!) how to use iMovie, and it’s taking longer than I figured to transfer files. And I can’t just sit and wait; I have to be MOVING AT ALL TIMES. And that means BLOGGING WHILE BORED, the worst kind of blogging there is, period.<\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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