It takes some searching, but I'm totally in these videos a couple of times!
You can watch it here and here.
(I'm wearing a long maroon coat, if that helps)
Sadly, I have not found footage of the dance as of yet.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
#Occupy
So I've somehow found myself part of Occupy Chicago these past few weeks. Emily has half-heartedly tried to get me to join in on protests in the past, and our apartment looks like Occupy threw up on it, but I never really took that much of an interest.
It started a few weeks ago, when Emily told me about a flash mob that had been formed, and their need for more participants. Being part of a flash mob has been on my to-do list for a number of years (since they really started taking off), so I immediately volunteered to embarrass myself in public.
I didn't realize (but should have guessed) at the time that it was an Occupy-organized event. The first practice I went to was scheduled at 9:00, and I was on time, but the preceding Occupy General Assembly meeting ran two hours overtime-- it didn't end until 11. So for two hours I sat on the floor with everyone else and learned all about current Occupy-related things. Then we danced for about 30 minutes and I went home.
The second G.A. also ran overtime: which I expected, and would have arrived late, except for the fact that I actually arrived early, with Emily, because she had some stuff to discuss with people beforehand. For that meeting I was there from start to finish, and even voted on one thing because I promised Emily I would.
It was becoming clear to me that this was not a true flash mob. For one, the small handful of people dancing was not growing. Secondly, I gathered that the dance was to take place in the middle of a court protest, thus nullifying the true nature of a flash mob (completely out of the blue).
I decided, however, that it was as close as I was going to get, and since I had spent all this time waiting and learning the dance, I might as well do it.
Today was the protest, scheduled during lunch time, which worked out OK for me. When I got there, people were just starting to gather and pass out signs. Since no one else volunteered for it, I ended up holding one of the poles on a very long banner for a little bit, and there was a lot of chanting. (There were also a lot of cameras, and if I find a clip from the news or something that has me in it, I will post it here. Stay tuned, you could watch me looking very uncomfortable!)
Then after about 20 minutes we started the music (99 Red Balloons), and the measley 9 of us danced with our red balloons for about 4 minutes, then I fled to go back to class.
Still, I feel so politically active. I even went to the Town Hall meeting at school.
It started a few weeks ago, when Emily told me about a flash mob that had been formed, and their need for more participants. Being part of a flash mob has been on my to-do list for a number of years (since they really started taking off), so I immediately volunteered to embarrass myself in public.
I didn't realize (but should have guessed) at the time that it was an Occupy-organized event. The first practice I went to was scheduled at 9:00, and I was on time, but the preceding Occupy General Assembly meeting ran two hours overtime-- it didn't end until 11. So for two hours I sat on the floor with everyone else and learned all about current Occupy-related things. Then we danced for about 30 minutes and I went home.
The second G.A. also ran overtime: which I expected, and would have arrived late, except for the fact that I actually arrived early, with Emily, because she had some stuff to discuss with people beforehand. For that meeting I was there from start to finish, and even voted on one thing because I promised Emily I would.
It was becoming clear to me that this was not a true flash mob. For one, the small handful of people dancing was not growing. Secondly, I gathered that the dance was to take place in the middle of a court protest, thus nullifying the true nature of a flash mob (completely out of the blue).
I decided, however, that it was as close as I was going to get, and since I had spent all this time waiting and learning the dance, I might as well do it.
Today was the protest, scheduled during lunch time, which worked out OK for me. When I got there, people were just starting to gather and pass out signs. Since no one else volunteered for it, I ended up holding one of the poles on a very long banner for a little bit, and there was a lot of chanting. (There were also a lot of cameras, and if I find a clip from the news or something that has me in it, I will post it here. Stay tuned, you could watch me looking very uncomfortable!)
Then after about 20 minutes we started the music (99 Red Balloons), and the measley 9 of us danced with our red balloons for about 4 minutes, then I fled to go back to class.
Still, I feel so politically active. I even went to the Town Hall meeting at school.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Mind your Ps and Qs
After a week of setting type (outside of class time), my letterpress' class project was ready to print on Friday!
The project was to familiarize us with the different fonts the type lab has, as well as navigating the California cases. We each were assigned 3-4 lines from a poem to set and proof during the week. We got to choose the font and font size as long as it would fit in our 25 point line length. The result would be a fun hodgepodge of styles.
Before we could print, we had to learn how to use the Vandercook press, so the going was slow as the teacher explained and demonstrated everything.
Here is the body of the poem locked up on the press bed:
We did some proofs, corrected some mistakes, and unfortunately left some mistakes too.. but if you don't pay attention too much the poem looks great!
Then we decided on a color for the title.
After class, there was a Printer's Devil party for all the new letterpress students, with type-orientated snacks
and a limited edition poster that the TAs put together for us. I did three copies on different paper, because, well, I could.
The project was to familiarize us with the different fonts the type lab has, as well as navigating the California cases. We each were assigned 3-4 lines from a poem to set and proof during the week. We got to choose the font and font size as long as it would fit in our 25 point line length. The result would be a fun hodgepodge of styles.
Before we could print, we had to learn how to use the Vandercook press, so the going was slow as the teacher explained and demonstrated everything.
Here is the body of the poem locked up on the press bed:
We did some proofs, corrected some mistakes, and unfortunately left some mistakes too.. but if you don't pay attention too much the poem looks great!
Then we decided on a color for the title.
After class, there was a Printer's Devil party for all the new letterpress students, with type-orientated snacks
and a limited edition poster that the TAs put together for us. I did three copies on different paper, because, well, I could.
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