Monday, April 1, 2013
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Monday, April 23, 2012
my location. I wanted to interact with my space in some way, and be more conscious of it. So I created the following guidelines for myself/for anyone who would want to try a similar project.
Collect Data. Keep track of the places you go for a certain period of time. Document details about these places. For my purposes, I used my check-ins on Foursquare as my data, and went back about two weeks.
Set constraints for how you will represent your travels. I decided that I would outline the places and connect them to each other using Google maps, and take pictures of my locations. I would use the Adobe Ideas app on my phone to create color schemes from the photographs. I took screenshots of the schemes and e-mailed them to myself. I would then use the colors from those pictures to create the colors of my routes.
I also used this system to determine the weight of the line, based on the time of day I went to the location:
6:00 am-9:00 am .75
10:00 am-1:00 pm=1.00
2:00 pm-5:00 pm=1.50
6:00 pm-9:00 pm=2.00
10:00 pm-1:00 am=2.50I also used "offset path" on Illustrator to create my traveling.Here are all the pictures I took colors from:
Posted by Ashley at 9:50 PM
For one of my classes, I did a project about identity/perception/stereotype/coming to terms with who you are. Many students deal with the issue of identity. They try to fit themselves into social niches, and express themselves through dress, music, and outward appearance.The overall assignment for a future class of mine would be to get out of their comfort zone by exploring a part of themselves they don't like or are scared of, or exploring other identities and groups of people. I would want them to find the best possible way to explore this new identity, but the requirements would be that a. it needs to be documented in some way, b. it has to legitimately be outside your comfort zone, c. you need to publicly interact with the identity, and consciously record their own feelings and other people's reactions to their exploration.
I used Instagram to take the pictures, since a lot of Pinteresty people use it (though plenty of other people use it, as well.)
BEFORE THE PROJECT:
Here is me on a regular day: Zero make-up, hair maybe brushed, and that's it (besides the obvious hygienic things like brushing my teeth).
My photos over the course of the experiment:
Girls in my printmaking class
Posted by Ashley at 9:38 PM
Friday, April 8, 2011
This is who I want to be:
1. Someone who wakes up at 6 am and exercises.
2. Someone who knows where all their earrings are.
3. Someone who has a license.
4. Someone who goes to all their classes.
5. Someone who takes a lot of pictures.
6. Someone who can walk through their bedroom without potential injury.
7. Someone who is prepared.
8. Someone who works hard.
9. Someone who is early.
10. Someone who brings a sketchbook everywhere.
Posted by Ashley at 2:51 AM
Saturday, March 12, 2011
I just want everyone to know, that reads this, how I honestly spend my Friday nights.
For this particular evening, I was supposed to go to the Organ Loft for a wonderful silent movie with live organ music. However, Blair and I are sick. I've spent the last four days complaining on his couch, while he does productive things like prepare for his presentation on the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles he's giving at the Art Institute in San Francisco in May. I know, right?
Anyway, I arrived at his house around 3, after spending most of my day watching Scrubs. Then I did about a half hour of work, then I slept until about 8. And then we played the seven minutes game, where we went through some films in his archive to find one that starts with "Y" to show for movie night. There were some promising ones, like a Korean Godzilla movie, and one set in prehistoric times with this warrior who kills a triceratops. And then drinks the blood.
I helped him practice lines, because he's going to be in some online commercials dressed as a woman.
He tried to entice me into a game of Battleship, but I would have none of it tonight.
Then he kicked me out because he was tired.
Posted by Ashley at 1:06 AM
Sunday, January 2, 2011
I love the hymn "Ring Out Wild Bells" because it's so melancholy and a bit morbid. But I guess anything in the minor key that highlights death will do that.
Anyway, although I slept in until 2 pm today, I am ready to take on the new year.
On New Years' Eve I even made a decision that made me incredibly sad, but had me choose what I really wanted. I had to decide to either keep dragging the past behind me, or show that I was ready to completely enter the future. I learned that relationships are hard, especially healthy ones. I knew why dysfunctional relationships were hard, but even one that is good for me takes work. Sometimes you have to give things up for someone, even when they act like it's not a big issue, even when it doesn't seem like it should be. If you love someone, you don't want to cause them any pain, even if in the process it has to cause someone else pain.
Also, I went to a rad place called the Unknown Museum and encountered what my life will be like if I stay with Blair. And that means a house and warehouse full of strange historical media artifacts and records. Seriously, this guy is Blair in 30 years or so. And I decided I could definitely live with it all, even if it can be a burden. Blair was like a kid in a candy store, to be completely cliche. I only went the first day, and I could contribute very little to the talk of 50's electronic music and cash-in records and rat fink. I mean, three months ago I didn't know what a 45 or 78 was, or how to play a record.
So yeah, the fact that most of this is about Blair shows that I'm officially one of those boring people in a relationship. But don't let all the naps and x files and mst3k watching fool you, we are totally fun. I'm just sleeping 50% of the time.
Posted by Ashley at 2:10 AM
Monday, August 16, 2010
Being a female who frequents public transportation, I am subject to male advances more often than is comfortable. In no particular order, I give you the five best moments of these special encounters.
1. Fox. Oh Fox. I would have given him my number if he weren't in his thirties and someone who hit on me on the bus. He is probably the coolest of this collection. First off, he's black, which automatically makes him more awesome. (Racist comment #1.) Second off, his name is Fox. Enough said. He was wearing sunglasses, baggy clothing, and his voice had a barely discernable mumbly quality. Based on this assessment, I assumed he liked rap music and clubbin'. (Racist comment #2). However, he busted these myths during our twenty minute conversaton, during which I learned he: didn't actually go clubbing (he actually prefers to sit down with a lady at a nice restaurant), his favorite movie is Goodfellas, he regularly watches the Discovery, History, and Animal Planet channels, and prefers natural and organic foods. He also gave me advice for my acne. Oh, and had scars from being in a knife fight. Or so he says.
2. The Rapper. This fellow was rather large, had diamondish earrings, a thin goatee, and some serious street cred. Apparently he does this whole asking women for their number thing a lot, because when I told him he could give me his number, but I don't give mine out, he said "psh, that means you'll never call." He asked me if I listened to rap, I replied that I only listened to a little, like Jay Z and Biggie, and when I asked who he listened to he gave me a minute and a half long list. He clearly was into West coast, and with my limited knowledge, I was into East. He would not tell me whether or not he was in a gang, but he claimed to have been shot five times and shot at others. My biggest regret is that I didn't ask him to rap for me.
3. Mistah Elliot. This wasn't on public transportation, but is heavily related. I kept forgetting my pass on the train and was fined for multiple offenses. I was then sentenced to 25 community service hours, which I completed at the Bishop's Storehouse in Salt Lake. Basically I helped people go around and get groceries. Mistah Elliot was one of these people. He is also black, and years older than me. He started off with "Well, this is my lucky day." Nervous smile from me. "I get to talk to such a pretty girl!" Nervous laughter. And the clincher: "Do you play any sports?" "Um, not really." "Whew, you could NOT tell that lookin at your body! You look GOOD." "Um, thanks." He stared intently at my rear for a great portion of my enounter, according to another volunteer. He also, of course, asked for my number. Mistah Elliot, you're very smooth, but you picked both diapers and tampons, so you obviously already have some ladies in your life.
4. Mr. Persistent. Obviously not his real name, I think it was James or something. Anyway, this was back when I was uneducated in the ways of being hit on, and I would give my number out. The first time I saw him, he told me he used to mess around with satanic 'stuff.' I have no idea what this means. But he said he stopped because it opened up a 'can of worms.' Don't want to know. Anyway, I gave him my number, and I think he even called a few times. Well, a few weeks later, on Frontrunner, he walked by me and dropped his cd player, the batteries falling out. He claimed he couldn't "see very well" and asked for my help in collecting them. And then he asked me why I hadn't called him. I made up some excuse about being busy, and learned my lesson.
5. The Man in Orange. This is probably the strangest one. He came and sat next to me in Trax, dressed in an orange jumpsuit (I think he wasn't an escaped convict? Maybe?) and offered me a cigarette. Then he pretended to surf on the turntable thing on Trax and then said "I don't really know how to surf. I just wanted to impress you." He also said his last girlfriend's name was Ashley, this obviously being a sign. He asked for my number, I somehow came up with the lie that I was visiting from Wisconsin. He wouldn't stop, asking me to go clubbing with him, until I got off at my stop and escaped.
The end. For now.
Posted by Ashley at 3:55 PM