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ma vie aeromusicale

une voix des chordes

30 July 1982
Cannibalizing the world, one pixel and one vector at a time.

First off, if you're confounded on the pronunciation of my user name, see this post for full enlightenment. If you are interested to see how many LJers I've met in person, go here.

It has been brought to my attention that the LJ spell checker offers many alternatives for my user name. I love them all. Don't you?

fatigued, gigged, gorged, gouged, cottaged, gonged, togged, jigged, jogged, tugged, critiqued, outargued, togaed, ghettoized, dogged, gagged, jotted, tagged, Godhead, godhead, gaged, gated, quoited, torqued, cotted, dodged, girded, girted, goaded, guided, gutted, quoted, ticked

The best way to get to know me is through my journal, and I am generally open to adding friends upon request. I must say, however, that my journal is first for me and second for my friends. You may not like everything you read. I'm not really into censoring myself on my own blog, so feel free to hit the back button on your browser at any time.

Keep in mind that I occasionally commit flistocide (a word which here means "the systematic cleansing of one's friends list"), and if your journal is not particularly holding my interest it's likely to get booted. Don't take offense — different strokes for different folks.

I'm a designer by nature and a designer by trade. While still in pursuit of a degree in my field, I immerse myself in design at every turn, seeking out that which makes things better, smoother, prettier, easier, more efficient, more productive.

I'm quick with my wit and love telling stories. I love the English and French languages more than I probably should. In my spare time I'm known to sing along to a song at the top of my lungs, laugh hysterically at something perfectly stupid, and tickle my roommate to death.

I don't read as much as I should, but wish that I would. I have GayDD, which means I'm easily distracted by things that are shiny and gay. I love my friends to death. I'm a camera whore, and I'm not afraid to show it. I spend far too much time online.

I get really irritated about really weird things. Like people who have conversations with their friends through the MySpace Comments feature and not through the email system. Like people who use Comic Sans or Papyrus or Curlz for a font. Like people who push to get on a train as soon as the doors are open while 20 people are trying to get off. Like people who allow themselves to be blindly led by their faith.

Jessica Helfand beautifully sums up my views on design with this:

Graphic design is the most ubiquitous of all the arts. It responds to needs at once personal and public, embraces concerns both economic and ergonomic, and is informed by numerous disciplines, including art and architecture, philosophy and ethics, literature and language, politics and performance. Graphic design is everywhere, touching everything we do, everything we see, everything we buy: we see it on billboards and bibles, on taxi receipts and on websites, on birth certificates and on gift certificates, on the folded circulars tucked inside jars of aspirin and on the thick pages of children's chubby board books. Graphic design is the boldly directional arrows on street signs and the blurred, frenetic typography on the title sequence to "E.R." It is the bright green logo for the New York Jets and the monochromatic front page of The Wall Street Journal. It is hang-tags in clothing stores, playbills in theaters, timetables in train stations, postage stamps and cereal box packaging, fascist propaganda posters, and junk mail. It is complex combinations of words and pictures, numbers and charts, photographs and illustrations that, in order to succeed, demand the clear thinking of a particularly thoughtful individual who can orchestrate these elements so that they all add up to something distinctive, or useful, or playful, or surprising, or subversive, or in some way truly memorable. Graphic design is a popular art, a practical art, an applied art, and an ancient art. Simply put, it is the visualization of ideas.

— Jessica Helfand, from "Paul Rand: The Modern Designer," an essay included in "Screen: Essays on Graphic Design, New Media, and Visual Culture."

You can find me elsewhere on the Internet if you look hard enough, but I am most present and attentive here on LiveJournal.

If this doesn't describe me to a tee, then I don't know what does.

If any of you are interested in giving me something (like you would), go here:
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All material in this journal unless otherwise specified © 2005-2007 Isaac Watson

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