<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815356824771764653</id><updated>2011-11-13T23:58:50.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Here to Lern</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is required.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jana Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777975402824434213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815356824771764653.post-2742324377551625682</id><published>2011-10-26T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T16:51:07.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Re: Occupy</title><content type='html'>From October 3 to about 21 (it's tough to track time when you run on little sleep) I actively participated in the Occupy Portland movement. It was heavy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I avoided labeling myself with any particular committee affiliation, but the work I chose to do would fit under their labels facilitation, communication, tactical, peacekeeping, mental health and sexual assault prevention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've had some time to reflect on the whole thing, I've developed a conceptual framework that has helped me make sense of what I experienced: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I see it, Occupy can be broken into 3 parts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1) The Movement:&lt;/span&gt; an overall, national and worldwide feeling of need for change. The Movement can still be best explained only by the very general slogan "We are the 99%" which attempts to address the increasing income inequality trends in this country and the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Movement is very very important. As an economist, a former foreclosure prevention counselor, a product of poverty, a humanist... as all of who I am, I know that income inequality, which is accelerating and systemic in the U.S, is not good for society. We have to do better, or our civil society will devolve even further. See previous posts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2) The Process:&lt;/span&gt; Decisions are made using a consensus model. General Assemblies are held daily, and last hours. Participants hash out decisions through the use of specialized language, specific hand signals and 'mic check' a call-and-response method of information dissemination. There are multiple rounds of "proposal suggestion", "clarifying questions", "points of process", "concerns", "direct responses", "proposal amendments", and "breakaway groups" until (in Portland's model) 90% of the participants agree or the proposal is blocked, in which case the idea is either dropped or it goes back to "working committee" for further revision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a whole lot of social statement about group-think and inefficiency and lowest common denominator and self selection and etc. that could go here, but ultimately, The Process isn't the point of this post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3) The Encampments:&lt;/span&gt; This is the physical manifestation of the movement at the local level. This is the tents and people and services that are holding the space itself and act as a tangible symbol of the movement and which allow a gathering space for The Process to happen in the hope that The Movement will go somewhere. This physical manifestation is incredibly important, becasue it gives a face to The Movement. It is unfortunately, this face that could destroy the Movement, if The Process does not adjust itself, quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the thing:&lt;/span&gt; as far as reality goes, right now neither The Movement nor The Process can move forward, because The Encampments are taking them down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first got involved, what I saw in the Occupy Portland planning process was a reasonably sized and very vocal contingent, but not nearly a majority, whose generalized distrust of "the system," and intense feelings of "personal authority above all," influenced The Process in ways that kept a clear statement of respect for basic rule of law at a structural level from being made, or even implicitly followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite this vocal minority, for the first few days of The Encampment spirits were high and public opinion was supportive. Within 48 hours of claiming the space, centers of operations for food, medical, peacekeeping, library services, information, and engineering had been established. The signs and chalk slogans on the sidewalks were on message and positive. Thousands turned out for the first march event on October 6, and then again a few days later on the 9th. The City and Police were cooperative. The Portland Marathon allowed the camp to remain in place the first weekend, despite the fact that they held a permit to the space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Process worked well enough, at first, because enough participants were motivated by their personal interpretations of what The Movement was about, and by the rush of positive feeling that accompanied the ability to do work, to be useful after such a long recession, a drought of personal utility unleashed into a flood of hope and constructive action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, I was so moved by the paradigm shift in the way that authority reacts to civil protest and the overwhelming manifestation of positive cooperation that I collapsed, weeping in joy (and, admittedly, exhaustion.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the empowerment of the people building the camp, combined with a desire to maintain autonomy, plus the feeling of the vocal minority that the movement was one of civil disobedience which required a position of opposition to all established law and structure, quickly took a toll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, it took about 4-5 days for the encampment to welcome the assistance of the police for rising issues of crime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I won't detail the events that occurred in the camp, nor the tipping point that led to increased willingness to request police intervention, at this time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the evening of Monday, October 10 Occupy Portland was an encampment of several hundred people spread over two city blocks separated by a (once opened forcibly by the police, the first arrests of Occupy Portland and in many ways the turning point for the future of the camp) heavily trafficked street... and by this time the demographics of those camping had changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the women and the families and the folks who had someplace else to sleep at night left soon after. They were marginalized out by the partiers and the drug addicts and the homeless that flooded into the camp. This only further complicated the work of the folks who did decide to stay committed to peacekeeping/community safety in the name of either "The Process" or "The Movement".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camp is now a concentration of those whose needs for social services is most desperate. They represent not The Movement, nor The Process, nor the 99%. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Encampments now represent only the 1% on the bottom of the socioeconomic scale. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen no effort to delineate the Encampments from The Movement, and the general public doesn't understand The Process at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the way to win hearts and minds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, we're hearing more and more reports of police intervention because &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) the amount of crime continues to increase, and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) there is willingness to report crime, a sign of acceptance by the people working in the camps that they can't handle all of these issues internally. This acceptance is good, because it's true, but it's also the beginning of disillusionment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How feasible will it be for the limited number of folks on the ground to maintain their willingness to fight against the tide of deprivation that they are immersed in? These are people who for whatever reason, can afford to be there in the first place, but their motivation comes largely from a feeling of purpose that was unleashed after years of recession, in which their desire to work was not allowed an outlet. These people need to feel like their work is valuable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are working long shifts in a 'hyper-real-time', constantly moving and changing environment of near constant and super direct interaction with, in addition to The Process and The Movement aspects, a proportion of severe mental health/social services needs that exist in a free to all, initially perceived as somewhat lawless, no particular assurance of future security, place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already they are realizing that the work they're doing is not making a difference. No one can tread water forever. Many have already walked away. Those that are left are increasingly unable to see clearly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is is possible for The Encampments to get to a place of safety/security that will encourage a larger demographic of people to camp, representing more of "the 99" on the ground, thereby allowing the three parts of this social event to merge more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should the encampments try to go mobile and limit the communities that are allowed to camp with the group? What effect does self limiting have on the other (moving, working, developing) parts of this thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it would take, and/or how effective it could even be, to try to raise awareness of the differences between the three elements of this social event? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to separate/eliminate The Encampments from The Process and/or The Movement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the national news, we're seeing more and more encampments being broken down by police in riot gear, firing tear gas and rubber bullets. This isn't surprising at all, once you realize what The Encampments really are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portland police have halted their implicit support of the movement and have started publicizing the lists of problems and complaints in the camp. Public opinion is increasingly hostile. The City is obviously building the case for a eviction deadline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is almost, if not already, too late to stop the inevitable end of the current camp, because the camp has become a public health concern. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading notes from the last few days of General Assemblies, I see that the vast majority of energy is going into addressing the issues of crime and violence in the camp. Little to no energy is left over to systemically address evolving The Process, or enlarging the reach and message of The Movement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Movement arose from imbalance. Over the last 30 years, the percentage of American resources owned by the richest 1% of the population has doubled, and now stands, by some counts, as high as 40%. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Movement is being destroyed by imbalance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over just the first few weeks, the monopolization of the Occupation resources by the poorest 1% of its members makes the 40% of wealth owned by America's elite seem almost reasonable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815356824771764653-2742324377551625682?l=janahughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/feeds/2742324377551625682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815356824771764653&amp;postID=2742324377551625682' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/2742324377551625682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/2742324377551625682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/2011/10/re-occupy.html' title='Re: Occupy'/><author><name>Jana Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777975402824434213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815356824771764653.post-1090620354987578722</id><published>2011-10-03T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T11:36:12.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 99</title><content type='html'>About a year ago, as part of a PSU Economics Department Symposium, I had the opportunity to stand in front of the Federal Reserve Bank of San Francisco and ask them to use their authority to refinance consumer debt at an interest rate more like 3-4%, with a repayment forbearance period along an income scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the authorization in their charter, I convinced my group, I made a Powerpoint with the words liquidity trap and helicopter money. I asked for changes to the ZZZ and the FDCPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chickened out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In many ways, it was already too late. My plan would have been most effective before Americans in recession dumped their money into paying their debt down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, maybe I don't understand international capitol flows as well as I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do know that American consumers cannot keep up, with their stagnant incomes, on the interest payments they make to the banks, which now average 13% and range up to around 28%. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in a trap we can't afford. I do not see any justification where finance needs that money more than we do. Whether it should be going to individuals or to government is truly beyond the point. Finance is not using it to grow the economy by reinvesting it productively. Finance is using it to hoard wealth. While people are suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in deep. Our problems are complicated and agreement is hard to come to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we, the people, cannot afford to buy our groceries on loan anymore. &lt;br /&gt;We, the people, cannot afford to pay half, or more, of our incomes on housing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;We, the people, want to work. &lt;br /&gt;We want to believe our children will have a life at least as good as ours, if not better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, the people, at least the ones on my block, and in my classes, and in the grocery store and the thrift store, have changed the way we shop, and have stayed in town on our vacations, and have learned how to get by on less. We have seen our positions cut, our workloads increase, our wages fall and our leaders fiddle, all while we continue to just try to adjust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want a reallocation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want less hoarding. We want more work, and we want more of the benefit of our labor to be in our hands and in our communities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want the games to stop, because it is our lives and our futures that are being gambled by an entrenched minority that has ceased to provide adequately for the masses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, the people, are the 99%, and we cannot afford no change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815356824771764653-1090620354987578722?l=janahughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/feeds/1090620354987578722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815356824771764653&amp;postID=1090620354987578722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/1090620354987578722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/1090620354987578722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/2011/10/99.html' title='The 99'/><author><name>Jana Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777975402824434213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815356824771764653.post-3766493407212028447</id><published>2011-09-11T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T12:30:54.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I remember</title><content type='html'>I remember the alarm was set for early, because boyfriend was going to be on "AM Northwest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember they called and said, "Turn on your tv right now" then hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the 6 year old girl, waking up and seeing the tv, the people covered in dust, everything beige.  "Mommy," she said, "what planet is that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember going to work, at the newspaper. Boss was saying "Call all the airlines right now, they'll want to buy big ads, condolences."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was in shock, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt like the dust was blowing all the way over here, the other side of the country was so close, and none of us could really breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember afterward, for awhile, it seemed like more people carried a camera all the time, just like they did after Oklahoma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if that little machine was insurance, because if we could be the recorder, we would be more likely to survive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815356824771764653-3766493407212028447?l=janahughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/feeds/3766493407212028447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815356824771764653&amp;postID=3766493407212028447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/3766493407212028447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/3766493407212028447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-remember.html' title='I remember'/><author><name>Jana Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777975402824434213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815356824771764653.post-2314105437437889737</id><published>2010-03-16T19:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T11:44:01.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me being published running my mouth</title><content type='html'>I'm already seeing where I could take the 100% opposite view from the one I've taken here.. but heck... &lt;a href="http://trueslant.com/dancohttp://trueslant.com/dancook/ok/"&gt;I got published! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10.27.2011 - it appears that the link is gone. While I try to retrieve the full thread, here is a comment I posted, in response to a comment on the post, that gives a gist of the argument I was making.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Bob and dtafs! Thanks for jumping in! Great food for thought you’ve offered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I get too wrapped up in that head of lettuce touched by your 7 cent Mexican, or wonder what strata of workers deserve to eat in restaurants every now and then, I’d like to revisit my original point. Calling the Madrona affordable housing is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Madrona is a housing project. For what it is, a housing project for near homeless addicts, its wonderful news, and yes, dtafts, on that merit alone it is something to be commended. But to paraphrase what Bob said so well in his comment on Dan’s original posting, there should be a difference between affordable housing and housing projects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll refer you to this piece about the Madrona, written by Anna Griffin for the O. http://www.solaroregon.org/about/news_folder/madrona-studios-opening-most-worthwhile-part-of-portlands-rose-quarter-renewal You’ll notice that she never calls this ‘affordable housing’: “To move into the Madrona Studios, a rectangular box of an old Ramada Inn on Northeast Weidler, you must be homeless or nearly there.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I get my tuft in a ruffle is when we lump hardworking, fully employed people who happen to be doing jobs that rest on the ‘no degree required’ scale in with recovering addicts and expect them to knead their soiled hats in their hands and whisper ‘thank you, sirs, may I have another?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There should be a benefit to working.I am having a hard time fathoming that we actually disagree on that point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob, you’ve provided a handy calculator and answered my direct question. You consider $8.73/ hr. a living wage for a single person in Portland, Ore. With 47% of take home toward housing, and a $53/week food budget. Really? Are you kidding me? That’s a lot of fast food down the gullet, and bound to up that medical cost pretty quick, don’t you think? Well, heck, on that scale, my 11.50/hr. worker really is earning a kings wage! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, though, that princely sum doesn’t extend to being allowed to dine alongside their betters or take a few days rest and travel once a year? (for the record, Bob, there is quite a continuum you’ve quoted between dining in a decent restaurant every now and then and the luxury of keeping domestics) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At what point does a person ‘need’ a vacation, dtafs? At what point do they deserve one? I have to let you know, poor folk do eat out, not as often from white tablecloths, but cost increases do affect them as well. And while you may not worry too much about those upper crusts who can afford to have their manors tended by crisply uniformed staff, I think they’re valid humans, so I tend to ‘worry’ about them, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where we seem to diverge is on the realistic implementation and effects of ‘living wage.’ The question is one that is by no means settled, so on that point I’m gonna do my homework and come back for more real soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again I would like to point out that we are constrained to the realities we live in; those being that we are in the midst of a recession and that wages are not likely to rise for a while. I’ll also note that Oregon’s minimum wage is already tied to rise with inflation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, though, the main point is just this, $11.50 an hour should afford a better quality of life than a housing project.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815356824771764653-2314105437437889737?l=janahughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/feeds/2314105437437889737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815356824771764653&amp;postID=2314105437437889737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/2314105437437889737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/2314105437437889737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/2010/03/me-being-published-running-my-mouth.html' title='me being published running my mouth'/><author><name>Jana Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777975402824434213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815356824771764653.post-8025778430395389686</id><published>2010-03-16T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T18:10:40.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Bus Man...</title><content type='html'>Today I took the only seat open on a crowded line 9, and there’s one of those guys sitting there reeking of booze and getting chewed on by some other washed out and useless whose conversation he jumped into, unwelcome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one wants to sit next to that guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do anyway. He says he wont bite. Almost looks like he’s grateful, to me, just for sitting down. Starts talking my ear off, old timer, 60 but looks like life’s been hell, he smells like hell, I can see the bottle peeking out from behind his coat, a bottle with a cap like mouthwash, but he reeks of hard booze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he has a smile, and a soft careful gentle about him. I can tell he’s harmless enough for 50 blocks, and I want to sit down. So I listen, put on my nice smile, he’s gonna talk, and I wanna sit, so ill listen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said he’s got cancer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had hair down to his ass, but cut it all off and gave it to the kids at st. judes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I don’t want to go up to pill hill and get the microwave – that’s what I call it -  they gave me some pills, but I quit ‘em, ill let the vodka do the job." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I’ve got a real nice apartment, I get my check direct deposit and I put a nice parachute over my bed and one of those folding Japanese things and a real nice view and…   I just want to die at home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I rode the rails when I got back from killing viet cong for a living,. 70’s and 80’s, went all over, till I came back to here and got in that fight over around Lloyd center. They called it murder, but I was just defending myself.  They gave me a lawyer and he said, ‘just sit on your hands and don’t talk’., so that’s what I did. ‘ I wasn’t doing so good back then" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shows me how kept quiet and just sat on his hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wasn’t convicted, though. They told me to take a plea. They called it manslaughter. So I went to prison. For ten years. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then his blue eyes just lit up... he was smiling, remembering prison. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was not more than a few inches away from those eyes. You get real close to another person on a public bus.  Temporary, but distance can just melt away. He’s glowing, now. While he tells me his story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He built a garden while he did his ten years. The officers and the inmates aren’t supposed to get involved with each other. Keep their distance. But the guards brought in 40 tomato plants, and he built a fence for the string beans to crawl up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s shining like a little boy, his bright blue eyes are dancing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time a hummingbird landed on him… and when he was telling it, remembering it he was back there, he was full of pure sweet satisfaction and love and joy. He held out both hands, 9 fingers, and he showed me where the bird landed, right on him, loved him for his prison garden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see my stop coming. I like this old guy. He calls himself an old hippy, talks about playing cat stevens on his guitar in the same breath he talks about killing in Vietnam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's still rambling on, while my stop is getting closer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And now, our guys coming home, they keep putting guns in their mouths and pulling the triggers. 6000 of em so far, just can’t handle being back because the government isn’t helping them get home, they get here, and they don’t know what to do. Just like Jimmy and Charlie, and Rob.. guys I grew up with, they did the same thing, just couldn’t take it. We all volunteered, then we got home, and…. you think they would have learned. I guess I’m just not as sensitive as them. I miss those guys.. but”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… he's closed his eyes and he says… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“About all that, I , …  I only think about the good times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m watching his eyes get wet and I hear his voice drop low and he whispers… ‘I love everyone on this bus’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have stayed just a little while more. What does it matter to me, really, if I have to cross the street and catch the line back. The timing was all off…  I left him alone when he had picked me to talk to. Who cares if he’s crazy, or he killed someone, or if I don’t know him so he shouldn’t matter. He picked me in that way we sometimes need to, just talk to anyone, someone, anonymous. He was starting to talk about that shot he took, aimed a little off, killed that whole family, but he didn’t mean to. The difference in his eyes between the hummingbird and that hellish war. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t mean to, just aimed a little off. Blue eyes sad and wet and trying not to cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s dying of cancer, and giving his hair, and some of his check each month, to those kids up on the hill, and just letting the vodka do the job because he just wants to die at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I pulled the string.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Went one stop, two blocks, past where I would have usually. I should have given him more time. Should have tried to get him back to that hummingbird, behind the prison wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His tomatoes and string beans, and watermelons this big, and the guards sneaking his seeds out to plant in their gardens at home. The way his eyes lit up, pride. Acceptance, he accomplished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that temporary moment of no distance between us, but still anonymous, free to just say what you need to, he talked to me about things I will not ever know myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between Vietnam, and riding the rails, and manslaughter, and dying of cancer, that hummingbird in his prison garden is the place he goes back to, the place where he was accepted and accomplished and proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815356824771764653-8025778430395389686?l=janahughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/feeds/8025778430395389686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815356824771764653&amp;postID=8025778430395389686' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/8025778430395389686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/8025778430395389686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/2010/03/crazy-bus-man.html' title='Crazy Bus Man...'/><author><name>Jana Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777975402824434213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815356824771764653.post-2579660014457449286</id><published>2009-09-24T11:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T11:59:10.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is how much it costs to live indoors.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/Sru-bqiQIQI/AAAAAAAAAEg/JYFbHmGZaic/s1600-h/HousingFinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/Sru-bqiQIQI/AAAAAAAAAEg/JYFbHmGZaic/s400/HousingFinal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385107161935257858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oregonians average housing cost as a percentage of gross household income across income brackets, and percentage of Oregon population earning each income bracket. 2006 census data.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815356824771764653-2579660014457449286?l=janahughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/feeds/2579660014457449286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815356824771764653&amp;postID=2579660014457449286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/2579660014457449286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/2579660014457449286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-how-much-it-costs-to-live.html' title='this is how much it costs to live indoors.'/><author><name>Jana Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777975402824434213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/Sru-bqiQIQI/AAAAAAAAAEg/JYFbHmGZaic/s72-c/HousingFinal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815356824771764653.post-5107070882207037151</id><published>2009-03-21T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T14:35:09.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project 2/3</title><content type='html'>For our project on housing &amp;amp; homelessness, I used 2006 Oregon census data, and investigated the percentage of income that Oregon families spend on shelter - rent or mortgage and their utilities - across different income brackets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My suspicion was that lower income families are paying a huge percent of their income toward housing, the issue is known as the poverty trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to show that not only are lesser incomes spending a high percentage (on average) of their income on shelter, but that there are a lot more people in those lower income brackets... median household income in Oregon ( 2006) was around $46,000 / year, which means that half of Oregonians earned less than that amount, while the top range of income for my study was over 200k.. an income that some still consider 'middle class' though it represents only 1.5% of the population at the high end of the range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first challenge was sorting through the 56,000 records of data that I had. A lot of time was spent waiting for the computer to catch up to what i had asked it to do. Huge data set for a little macbook to try to crunch! Eventually, I arranged each income grouping ( separated into 15k ranges) into a scatterplot with income on the y axis and percentage spent on the x axis. is a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an image of the 60k - 75k income graph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/ScVKIWLVl1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/9PsJRDfxbrM/s1600-h/+houisng+60-75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/ScVKIWLVl1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/9PsJRDfxbrM/s320/+houisng+60-75.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315736442433279826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the design issues began. My initial idea was to layer each of the scatterplots, using color contrast to show the larger numbers of people in the lower income brackets, and eventually make something that would be interesting to look at, and also convey the huge numbers of Oregonians spending far more than the 'traditional wisdom' of 1/3 of their income on shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/ScVMDR78_fI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/JdLE3mopnC0/s1600-h/HousingScatter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/ScVMDR78_fI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/JdLE3mopnC0/s320/HousingScatter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315738554418920946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite pretty, but it doesn't really convey the information. I banged my head on how to make this more effective for quite awhile. The idea I came up with was to print each individual layer onto a transparent sheet of plastic, and separate them so they could be viewed either individually or as a single image, with each layer labeled with its income and percentage info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For web viewing purposes, here is a version of that concept, thrown together when I found out we weren't having an in person final, so bringing in my  tactile object wasn't an option and it didn't photograph well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rouK4a_efXc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rouK4a_efXc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very interesting, but now I decided to go back to the drawing board and create a single  image that used my data, but in a way that would clearly and immediately show the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poster design was full of its own challenges. After spending so long inside the huge mass of information, distilling everything down into simpler and simpler visual concepts was challenging for me. Lot of people tried to say 'bar graph, Jana", but it wasn't until I heard it from my dad that I actually listened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it what came out of the process:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/ScVQMO-polI/AAAAAAAAAEY/eKkepBo4LxE/s1600-h/HousingFinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/ScVQMO-polI/AAAAAAAAAEY/eKkepBo4LxE/s400/HousingFinal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315743106290262610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815356824771764653-5107070882207037151?l=janahughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/feeds/5107070882207037151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815356824771764653&amp;postID=5107070882207037151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/5107070882207037151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/5107070882207037151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/2009/03/project-23.html' title='Project 2/3'/><author><name>Jana Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777975402824434213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/ScVKIWLVl1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/9PsJRDfxbrM/s72-c/+houisng+60-75.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815356824771764653.post-5965476510303824720</id><published>2009-02-01T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:55:25.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reading response? or just a post ...</title><content type='html'>I am very disappointed with the 2009 Superbowl ads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dot com's and house ads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some foreign cars rerunning things we've seen before.  none of the innovative, big-budget, or inventive ads that I'm used to seeing in years past. 3d glasses that SoBe sponsored... didn't make any difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.designobserver.com/archives/entry.html?id=38845"&gt;if design is really meant to capitalize on a new, user defined era&lt;/a&gt;, it was lacking in the same ol same ol that they stuffed at me tonight. There was even airtime for Gold For Cash, an infomercial,  for gods sake... featuring ed mcmahon and mc hammer. The worst part? this was the best of the offerings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is truly the decline of western civilazation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's what i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wanted&lt;/span&gt; to see, here's what would have made me faithful that America isn't D.O.A  and just doesnt know it yet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- a jp morgan chase ad, (one of the feel-good, fuzzy type that at no point betrays its sponsor), featuring a multi-ethnic coll&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;ge of American happy family moving forward... children climbing jungle gyms, mom or dad warmly greeting partner at the door with dinner waiting on table, and homework eagerly checked... smiling.... some tagline like.... (jesus, i dont know) ....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  chase, still here, so you can relax.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(perhaps too hamhanded.. how about...oh, yeah.. here it is) ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the good life goes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was not a single ad during the Superbowl that featured the American Family smiling. not.a.single.one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if design is new, interactive, reactive and assertive to its consumer, a voice of you and now and here and today that channels the constantly adapting and presents the truth (is there a capitol T?) of the real of today, I would have hoped that would  mean more than godaddy.com and busty females and cutting to a pornographic promise that the web version is unrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear god, save us, please... is that what real is now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know times are tight. i know we, the royal &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we &lt;/span&gt;of the American Dream, is teetering on the edge of complete ruin (the 'victims' of our own greed and avarice, forever grasping for more of of the illusive concept of 'growth') but for heavens sake... please, ad council of america, don't give up on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or, to put it another way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already knew that the American consumer had given up on the CEO. What makes me sad, scared, and hits it home, is that according to the grand and formerly untouchable ritual of all things US patriotic, it seems very likely that the American CEO has given up on the consumer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815356824771764653-5965476510303824720?l=janahughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/feeds/5965476510303824720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815356824771764653&amp;postID=5965476510303824720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/5965476510303824720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/5965476510303824720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/2009/02/reading-response-or-just-post.html' title='reading response? or just a post ...'/><author><name>Jana Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777975402824434213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815356824771764653.post-7835386166556377812</id><published>2009-01-29T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:29:55.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Davis Response</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.luckytrunks.blogspot.com/david.pdf"&gt;Luke, wtf? 32 pages? really?? ok....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;design as a craft, vs. design as a discipline. &lt;/span&gt;yes, i see how that needs talk. its the difference between fosque and ... you. i too share concerns about how many graduates of the fosque school can actually find work... how many designers do the sunday price and item circulars actually need? especially in a recession. I'd like to amount to more in life than the gal who can squeeze 105 different washing machines onto one broadsheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thinking about the people for whom we design in the design process&lt;/span&gt;. omg. YES. the customer matters. communication is the goal, and so OF COURSE we have to think about who the heck it is we want to talk to. nice to see someone say it out loud... sometimes the simple things are the toughest to bring to light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;an increasingly intricate web of interactions. &lt;/span&gt;this is something that we're seeing across disciplines. we live in a postmodern age. I love my liberal arts education, because i get to see the connections between all things which in the past were supposed to be separate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SYJNSFBX9_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/v0i_ghzp0Yw/s1600-h/davisGrab1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 49px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SYJNSFBX9_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/v0i_ghzp0Yw/s320/davisGrab1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296881084722051058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes talking now about the foolishness of starting with the abstract and moving on to the real. point, line,  plane. letter, word, sentence. As if we're born blind and dumb, our first moment of comprehension is a perky blond in our face, screaming "Gimmee A G!"  (what the heck is a g? how do I use thing random thing?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she's talking about the classic picture of the designer, who is so hell bent on control and impact that he has lost sight of why hes talking in the first place. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To say something to someone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ive come to think that if i hear the phrase 'the computer is just a tool' one more time, I will shoot myself"&lt;/span&gt; lol, snort. im falling out of  my chair this is so great.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;technology is. there is no other way, get used to it, accept, integrate.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "design is the medium of interaction" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, research. the information that professionals amass is not, generally, shared, and therefore, consensus on 'what is research' is not reached. The result is that design, as a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;discipline &lt;/span&gt;is sorely lacking. No culture. So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;form can be taught within a context. &lt;/span&gt;if you only think about one thing in this piece, pick this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 21st century arrives at the design school. I knew there was a reason I signed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing, though, that saddens me is that before I read this article, i had clicked into each and every one of my classmates blogs, and reviewed their reactions. Overwhelmingly, their reactions to this article ran along the lines of "what is she talking about?" Which, as davis is talking about how narrow and technical the teaching of design is, technique without context, and how what our new world needs is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;design within the context of the rest of the world&lt;/span&gt;...  proves her assertions are true. If the marketing types are right, that it takes more than one "impression" for a message to hit home, I can only hope that papers like this are assigned again and again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815356824771764653-7835386166556377812?l=janahughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/feeds/7835386166556377812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815356824771764653&amp;postID=7835386166556377812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/7835386166556377812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/7835386166556377812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/2009/01/davis-response.html' title='Davis Response'/><author><name>Jana Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777975402824434213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SYJNSFBX9_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/v0i_ghzp0Yw/s72-c/davisGrab1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815356824771764653.post-6584829387997706358</id><published>2009-01-29T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T16:05:20.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of project 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;this is the email i sent to (the revised) team antfarm on Tuesday am, before learning of the new, more efficient, grouping method for project #2. I'll most likely stick with and jump from one of these ideas as I move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side note - a shout out to Dr. Todd Beck, DDS. I (heart) root canal. Love you, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howdy Rock stars,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubt any of you will necessarily see this before today's class, but as a reminder, I wont be able to make it to either of the classes this week. (whee! dental work! Ug)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am though, really excited about this one, as it touches on a lot of my areas of concern so I have some ideas for the project that I wanted to share with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest that as a first step, we really hone in on what segment of homeless/transitional population we want to be looking at. The issues and challenges facing a 50 year old man with a lifetime of alcohol and/or drug problems is going to have different resource needs, and challenges, than a 25 year old single mother, or a 14 year old runaway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we've decided what segment we want to hone in on, and have a few ideas about what our question is, we  should gather our research data. It's the research data that will drive our mapping options. A traditional map of the city, with sample housing prices for inner city and outlaying areas, plus transportation costs and food access points could be interesting as a starting point. There's a lot of potential meat to this assignment, and I get teh idea that Luke would ultimately like us to produce something that would be relevant to City Hall as a part of a campaign to affect their legislation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the transitional housing/general info/affordability side, one shooting off point we could attack this from is by looking at how expensive housing in portland. By calculating average wage -- for example, pre and post tax income at full time minimum wage - (which comes out to 1456/mo Gross 1092 net, and doesn't even begin to address the difficulty in actually getting full time employment in this economy / for these populations, which we could map by itself) then looking at teh average cost of, say, a studio apartment in Portland (search craigslist/housing term = "studio apartment" and compute the mean price listed, lets say, @ 500/mo) we already show that the housing costs alone ( no utilities, transportation, or food, or god forbid - daycare) puts our sample person at a 50% debt to income ratio right off the bat... which is not classically affordable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just a start, there are many organizations in pdx that offer transitional housing, and we could research how many applications they get, compared to how many units they have to offer. How long the period of transitional support lasts, and what percentage of their clients 'make it' through the program and come out with secure housing at the other end. What are the challenges they face, adn what can we think of that might improve/impact those ratios?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another, more fanciful route we could take, (this idea comes out of a conversation i had with a grad student in the Urban Studies Dept -- i think they could be  a good resource for research sources) is looking at access to utilities for homeless populations. Water, electric, heat, etc. How do they plug in their cellphones and  other electronic devices (many do have cellphones) How much could better access to power sources improve their quality of life? is this enough of an issue that we should design some sort of public power strip (solar powered?) As i said, this one is fanciful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are my initial thoughts, please, if you have a minute, fill me in on yours, and on what transpires in class this week. I'll be in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815356824771764653-6584829387997706358?l=janahughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/feeds/6584829387997706358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815356824771764653&amp;postID=6584829387997706358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/6584829387997706358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/6584829387997706358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/2009/01/start-of-project-2.html' title='Start of project 2'/><author><name>Jana Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777975402824434213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815356824771764653.post-2903148492623334071</id><published>2009-01-24T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T15:45:06.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bioStyle Process Recap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SYI-vN0rd9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/XRoqa929dpU/s1600-h/bioStyleSketchbook1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SYI-vN0rd9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/XRoqa929dpU/s320/bioStyleSketchbook1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296865092626511826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, bioStyle, how I loved ya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall... {&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insert time to reflect here&lt;/span&gt;} I think things went really well.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy with the brand we produced and the fact that we got a reasonable presentation together in the time allowed. When Luke described the customer that our product made him envision, it was exactly the target I wanted to hit, so.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bulls-eye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed to make sense that since the timeframe was so tight, the best route to take was to narrow the brand to an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;image and a color palette and a font&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stay simple&lt;/span&gt;. I think it takes a lot of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;courage to slim down&lt;/span&gt; your design to a few key points &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and retain the confidence&lt;/span&gt; that you're presenting something with impact and voice. On the flip side, once you make the choice for brevity, everything you present &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;absolutely has to be tight &lt;/span&gt;and in line with the other elements. This is where we had some last minute complications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that with such a large group, someone had to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;take ownership&lt;/span&gt; over the cohesion of the final product, so i branded myself as that person from the get go, with no apparent push-back .  Since the idea was to have a cohesive brand that we could all feel good about, I was aggressive about asking my teammates for input and feedback on my designs throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That being said&lt;/span&gt;, I'm sorry that once push came to shove, the boys in the group ended up with hurt feelings. Reading their blogs, I got an impression of their feelings that didn't come through during the process. It didn't feel like a "girls vs. boys" vibe while we were working, there were definitely some issues with listening skills, but it wasn't gender-universal at all...  I would have liked more constructive push-back at the time, if it could have improved our final project, but I'm not surprised that there was a bit of fallout from asking just one member to leave the group.  (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sigh....&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will admit, I felt from the beginning that the ladies in the group were able to listen to each other really effectively and that we got onto the same page quickly, maybe this can be chalked up to the fact that the target audience for the event is women. Regardless - but, sadly-  this is an issue that became a non-issue when Luke decided to break everything in to two person teams for project #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to naming the team and the event, picking the font, and finalizing the color palette, I produced over 15 versions of poster/program cover possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Randi&lt;/span&gt; had 8-10 handbills (the one we ended up using &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;exemplified the simplicity angle - it was bold and bright, but basic&lt;/span&gt;.) and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Elizabeth&lt;/span&gt;, in addition to drawing the tree, had a ton of sketches for the stage embellishments. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Logan's banners &lt;/span&gt;were great, and his work on the technical tweaking of the logo was a lifesaver. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tim&lt;/span&gt; took the web page mock up that Logan designed and turned it into a fully functional page, he used my suggestion as a launching pad for a cute comic-style logo for team antfarm, and he showed me how to use layers in Illustrator, which  made layering the yellow into the dress and the color-dots onto the tree so much easier to accomplish. (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;luke's suggestion,&lt;/span&gt; the color dots were..and what a great difference they made... I guess that's why they pay him the big bucks ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my part though, I do wish I hadn't gotten so frustrated with the last minute complications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have let myself use that energy for filling in the program, which definitely got shorted for the attention it deserved, paying more attention to the typesetting on my pieces ( this is where I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;consistently &lt;/span&gt;get lazy - I block in text as a placeholder, and fiddle with everything else right up till deadline, leaving the words orphaned and unloved. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to change this habit)  and actually writing a design proposal to attach to our board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it was,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I wasted a lot of energy fretting&lt;/span&gt; over whether or not the crucial elements that we needed to use across all the components were going to materialize; if everyone was going to actually use the color palette, the same font, the logo, etc. In my dream world, we would have made the time to get together with all our elements and do a final check for consistency and each others final input, rather than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scrambling at the neuberger printshop&lt;/span&gt; on the morning of hand in, but this is the price you pay when you work with real grown-ups.. we all have jobs and lives and getting the time together proved a stretch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;(note - &lt;/span&gt;somewhere in the process of drafting this blog, a few sentences were lost. 2 were devoted to my list of the things i contributed (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;psh, whatev'&lt;/span&gt; ;-) , the one that I'm sad to lose contained my feelings about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Liz's tree&lt;/span&gt;.  It used words like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;skillful, tender, perfect to message,&lt;/span&gt; and an anecdote, overheard at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Marketing Dept. Cannes Lions ad award event&lt;/span&gt; where the judging was done... which I'll try to reconstruct now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" I don't know... they're all great, and have a lot going for them.. but there's just something about that one... that tree just makes me feel so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;.. i just want to touch it, and be there, ya' know? The whole package is just so lovely" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter the fallout, or bitching in the heat, someone looked at what we did and wanted to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bulls eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815356824771764653-2903148492623334071?l=janahughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/feeds/2903148492623334071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815356824771764653&amp;postID=2903148492623334071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/2903148492623334071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/2903148492623334071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/2009/01/biostyle-process-recap.html' title='bioStyle Process Recap.'/><author><name>Jana Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777975402824434213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SYI-vN0rd9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/XRoqa929dpU/s72-c/bioStyleSketchbook1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815356824771764653.post-5402349959161878227</id><published>2009-01-17T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T18:13:20.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>team AntFarm rockin it ;-)</title><content type='html'>Randi came over today for a studio session. poster, program and handbills are a go. The swatches and a working version of the tree are posted on dropbox, and I'm hopin we'll all get together on Monday for a review and catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;image is:    process on the poster and program cover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SXKPo5v6lcI/AAAAAAAAADw/3C6hAL8u9xY/s1600-h/bioStyleSampleSheet.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SXKPo5v6lcI/AAAAAAAAADw/3C6hAL8u9xY/s320/bioStyleSampleSheet.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292450444973086146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815356824771764653-5402349959161878227?l=janahughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/feeds/5402349959161878227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815356824771764653&amp;postID=5402349959161878227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/5402349959161878227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/5402349959161878227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/2009/01/tean-antfarm-rockin-it.html' title='team AntFarm rockin it ;-)'/><author><name>Jana Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777975402824434213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SXKPo5v6lcI/AAAAAAAAADw/3C6hAL8u9xY/s72-c/bioStyleSampleSheet.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815356824771764653.post-3237137500002416209</id><published>2009-01-12T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T21:42:39.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SWwnkyT6uxI/AAAAAAAAADo/hiRkGWOMYb0/s1600-h/WEBBioStyleProgCov1_treeCenterMimosa.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SWwnkyT6uxI/AAAAAAAAADo/hiRkGWOMYb0/s320/WEBBioStyleProgCov1_treeCenterMimosa.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290647175187577618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SWwnkbTAI2I/AAAAAAAAADg/UYhjnJInMlg/s1600-h/WEBBioStylePoster1_treeLeft.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SWwnkbTAI2I/AAAAAAAAADg/UYhjnJInMlg/s320/WEBBioStylePoster1_treeLeft.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290647169009722210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love  liz's tree. and her drawing.. break it, bend it, bash it... on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be responding, to maus, to Waterford/Wedgwood dissolving before our eyes, to yet another day in the steady decline of western civilization...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but... "mimosa embodies happy thoughts in these times of frantic desperation" ... or.... something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 sketches for the project, poster... program cover.. possibly handbill.... very rough, WIP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are, so far... far too easy, too safe so still loose, and bored already with... not even so good as to be sweet and simple even.. just... imitations. I was starting to love something here, but got lost.... so it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815356824771764653-3237137500002416209?l=janahughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/feeds/3237137500002416209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815356824771764653&amp;postID=3237137500002416209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/3237137500002416209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/3237137500002416209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-lizs-tree.html' title=''/><author><name>Jana Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777975402824434213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SWwnkyT6uxI/AAAAAAAAADo/hiRkGWOMYb0/s72-c/WEBBioStyleProgCov1_treeCenterMimosa.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815356824771764653.post-232926439056000455</id><published>2009-01-08T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T12:54:30.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ant farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SWZJ9cqb-nI/AAAAAAAAADY/k3q_S9Xm_-I/s1600-h/paris_hilton_miss_selfridge_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SWZJ9cqb-nI/AAAAAAAAADY/k3q_S9Xm_-I/s320/paris_hilton_miss_selfridge_copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288996132408261234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Ant Farm is off and running. We've renamed the event BioStyle 09, and the design components are coming together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth, here's a mimosa shift dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815356824771764653-232926439056000455?l=janahughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/feeds/232926439056000455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815356824771764653&amp;postID=232926439056000455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/232926439056000455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/232926439056000455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/2009/01/ant-farm.html' title='ant farm'/><author><name>Jana Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777975402824434213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SWZJ9cqb-nI/AAAAAAAAADY/k3q_S9Xm_-I/s72-c/paris_hilton_miss_selfridge_copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815356824771764653.post-2750453215577284781</id><published>2009-01-06T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:43:47.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mimosa Embodies Hopefulness and Reassurance in a Climate of Change" </title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SWQCGC9RfHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/tU5U3v9zDBk/s1600-h/image2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SWQCGC9RfHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/tU5U3v9zDBk/s320/image2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288354165336145010" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While browsing, looking for inspiration, and justification, for the use the exceptionally bright (read: potentially-glaring-to-the-point-of-blinding-if-used-in-excess) 2009 Pantone color of the Year- &lt;a href="http://www.pantone.com/pages/pantone/pantone.aspx?pg=20634&amp;amp;ca=10"&gt;mimosa&lt;/a&gt; - for the design class assignment, I need look no further than Pantone's description of the color itself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mimosa Embodies Hopefulness and Reassurance in a Climate of Change"  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And indeed, flashes of mimosa pop up in the otherwise recession acknowledging and austere palettes of the Spring 09 shows for &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/packages/html/style/fashionweek/runway.html#/prada"&gt;Prada&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/packages/html/style/fashionweek/runway.html#/herms"&gt;Hermes&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/packages/html/style/fashionweek/runway.html#/christian_dior"&gt;Dior&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/packages/html/style/fashionweek/runway.html#/louis_vuitton"&gt;Vuitton&lt;/a&gt;, among others.  The main page for the well built NYT section devoted to the collections can be found &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/packages/html/style/fashionweek/runway.html#"&gt;right here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Further linking together my two loves, economy and design, superstar Michael Beirut shares his wisdom about how a designer can expect to see their workload behave, and helpful tips (applicable to freelancers of any field) on managing business during the downturn &lt;a href="http://www.designobserver.com/archives/entry.html?id=38880"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more evidence of the bond between design and economy: Beirut links to an article by Michael Cannell in a recent NYT, "&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/04/weekinreview/04cannell.html?_r=1"&gt;Design loves a depression&lt;/a&gt;". The article builds a sunny prediction: the current worldwide evaporation of wealth just might encourage designers to turn their attentions away from designing 10k couches and toward more humanistic goals like energy, infrastructure, housing and city planning. He says, "This kind of innovation means rethinking the economy of production and distribution."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannell goes on to say, "Designers are good at coming up with new ways of looking at complex problems." With Bernake and Paulson desperatly throwing sand at the inferno of costs inflicted by the robber barons of the most recent boom, I'll dive into my work on design with a hopeful and reassuring mimosa in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815356824771764653-2750453215577284781?l=janahughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/feeds/2750453215577284781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815356824771764653&amp;postID=2750453215577284781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/2750453215577284781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/2750453215577284781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/2009/01/mimosa-embodies-hopefulness-and.html' title='&quot;Mimosa Embodies Hopefulness and Reassurance in a Climate of Change&quot; '/><author><name>Jana Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777975402824434213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SWQCGC9RfHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/tU5U3v9zDBk/s72-c/image2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815356824771764653.post-5706446039593286824</id><published>2009-01-06T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T13:29:58.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Term</title><content type='html'>Winter 2009, Art 224, again with Luke, and many of the same comrades I've had classes with before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignment 1 is a group assignment. I'll be working with Tim, Logan, Randi and Elizabeth on a design suite (for entry into competition) for a sustainable fashion show the school of business is planning, in conjunction with fashion designers from the Art Institute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays brainstorming session was somewhat fruitful: we have agreed on color scheme (mimosa and grey) and motif (branches). Now, independently, we will mock up some potential logos and keep flushing out ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Luke updates the&lt;a href="http://pdx224.wordpress.com/"&gt; main class blog page&lt;/a&gt; I'll be updating this page to reflect the current classmates, and the progress of the assignment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815356824771764653-5706446039593286824?l=janahughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/feeds/5706446039593286824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815356824771764653&amp;postID=5706446039593286824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/5706446039593286824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/5706446039593286824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-term.html' title='New Term'/><author><name>Jana Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777975402824434213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815356824771764653.post-2264433265932970147</id><published>2008-12-04T20:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:33:48.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fellow Travelers</title><content type='html'>here is my collage final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/STipKER387I/AAAAAAAAACg/hUg92vUO0Gg/s1600-h/janajacelopehead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/STipKER387I/AAAAAAAAACg/hUg92vUO0Gg/s320/janajacelopehead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276152953877033906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was assembled from these images;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SUc8e_us7xI/AAAAAAAAACo/05vv2wOgRlI/s1600-h/IMG_0336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 108px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SUc8e_us7xI/AAAAAAAAACo/05vv2wOgRlI/s200/IMG_0336.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280255591316254482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SUc8fT0egLI/AAAAAAAAACw/MJVWuXPV-6s/s1600-h/DSCN2395_2_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SUc8fT0egLI/AAAAAAAAACw/MJVWuXPV-6s/s200/DSCN2395_2_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280255596709183666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SUc89mvQmwI/AAAAAAAAADA/mwFRa5mpUqM/s1600-h/DSCN2679_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 109px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SUc89mvQmwI/AAAAAAAAADA/mwFRa5mpUqM/s200/DSCN2679_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280256117183650562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SUc897KHUbI/AAAAAAAAADI/90-YlITQGYk/s1600-h/07460028_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 108px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SUc897KHUbI/AAAAAAAAADI/90-YlITQGYk/s200/07460028_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280256122664997298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my photoshop skills are still pretty lacking, but overall, it turned out much better than I'd expected!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815356824771764653-2264433265932970147?l=janahughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/feeds/2264433265932970147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815356824771764653&amp;postID=2264433265932970147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/2264433265932970147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/2264433265932970147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/2008/12/fellow-travelers.html' title='Fellow Travelers'/><author><name>Jana Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777975402824434213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/STipKER387I/AAAAAAAAACg/hUg92vUO0Gg/s72-c/janajacelopehead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815356824771764653.post-2508640891648664608</id><published>2008-11-04T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:11:29.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poster Final</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SREAvL43hPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ptLvmy4tsB4/s1600-h/SHOW-POSTERFinal.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SREAvL43hPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ptLvmy4tsB4/s400/SHOW-POSTERFinal.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264990250017981682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815356824771764653-2508640891648664608?l=janahughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/feeds/2508640891648664608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815356824771764653&amp;postID=2508640891648664608' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/2508640891648664608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/2508640891648664608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/2008/11/poster-final.html' title='Poster Final'/><author><name>Jana Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777975402824434213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SREAvL43hPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ptLvmy4tsB4/s72-c/SHOW-POSTERFinal.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815356824771764653.post-1500432593458310162</id><published>2008-10-22T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T12:36:57.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new boyfriend is SO dreamy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SP9tKaGksLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pwdRhCAl9BI/s1600-h/mordy_golding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SP9tKaGksLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pwdRhCAl9BI/s200/mordy_golding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260042915365040306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mordy.com/"&gt;This is Mordy&lt;/a&gt;. I met him on &lt;a href="http://www.lynda.com/"&gt;lynda.com&lt;/a&gt;, and we've been, like, totally inseparable the last few days. He's a lefty, and yellow is his favorite color, because it's like the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mordy and I have been having so much fun hanging out, yesterday I couldn't even tear myself away from him long enough to go to work, or school, or anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The super -bestest thing about my new friend Mordy is that he's teaching me Illustrator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put it this way; Mordy is the Bob Ross of Software Tutorials, and thanks to him, and chapters 1-6, plus ch. 23, I'm actually starting to understand how this darn program &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thinks&lt;/span&gt;. And once you understand how something thinks, you can manipulate it to your will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm.... manipulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. yeah... sorry I didn't make it to lab, everyone, but Mordy and I had to make up for lost time. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mordy, baby, where have you been all this term? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you learned from Mordy? Well, lemmee tell ya'!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SP9t3fz32vI/AAAAAAAAABY/0R3GjoFp0YI/s1600-h/pumpkinillus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SP9t3fz32vI/AAAAAAAAABY/0R3GjoFp0YI/s200/pumpkinillus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260043689991330546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pumpkin I found on the interweb. When I put the pumpkin on top of a background, it has a big white box around it. Not very pretty. Mordy taught me how to turn my pumpkin into this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SP9u31JBkdI/AAAAAAAAABg/briiWCS1kaY/s1600-h/pileofPumpkins.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SP9u31JBkdI/AAAAAAAAABg/briiWCS1kaY/s200/pileofPumpkins.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260044795228819922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Pile of Pumpkins!! Wowza! Live Trace, anchor points, arrange objects, play play play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also picked up a nice list of keyboard shortcuts (keyboard shortcuts make me feel like a super-user... like my keyboard is a baby grand piano, and I'm casually typing out a beautiful sonata)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a buncha other stuff in the videos that are really wonderful to know. He's starting with the foundations, and building a real understanding of the software application that will carry through the rest of the Adobe Suite, because it's teaching the architecture itself. This is how intuition is built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SP97r08FB3I/AAAAAAAAABo/oVt_2-p54wg/s1600-h/img001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SP97r08FB3I/AAAAAAAAABo/oVt_2-p54wg/s200/img001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260058882667251570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The poster for the furniture show is shaping up. I have an idea, I have sketches, and I've started to use Illustrator to flush things out and create an image that I want to make, rather than just clicking around like a big bitchy bull in a china shop with the 'let's see what happens when I do this" method.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SP99rhICr3I/AAAAAAAAABw/vqQ9GpW-DKk/s1600-h/Untitled-3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SP99rhICr3I/AAAAAAAAABw/vqQ9GpW-DKk/s200/Untitled-3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260061076371976050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mordy beckons:&lt;br /&gt; Ch.15 "Working with Masks" awaits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815356824771764653-1500432593458310162?l=janahughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/feeds/1500432593458310162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815356824771764653&amp;postID=1500432593458310162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/1500432593458310162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/1500432593458310162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-new-boyfriend-is-so-dreamy.html' title='My new boyfriend is SO dreamy!'/><author><name>Jana Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777975402824434213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SP9tKaGksLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pwdRhCAl9BI/s72-c/mordy_golding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815356824771764653.post-6220119422518214211</id><published>2008-10-14T18:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:22:08.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wallpaper Design - process</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SPVFkPgi95I/AAAAAAAAABA/YnBzT3C_esU/s1600-h/BlueWallpaper.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SPVFkPgi95I/AAAAAAAAABA/YnBzT3C_esU/s320/BlueWallpaper.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257184628965570450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SPVFkHtnKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/qtSDgPSUtG8/s1600-h/wallpaperPurple.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SPVFkHtnKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/qtSDgPSUtG8/s320/wallpaperPurple.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257184626872887874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are 2 variations of the wallpaper for Assignment #1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815356824771764653-6220119422518214211?l=janahughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/feeds/6220119422518214211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815356824771764653&amp;postID=6220119422518214211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/6220119422518214211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/6220119422518214211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/2008/10/wallpaper-design-process.html' title='Wallpaper Design - process'/><author><name>Jana Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777975402824434213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SPVFkPgi95I/AAAAAAAAABA/YnBzT3C_esU/s72-c/BlueWallpaper.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815356824771764653.post-8442358283306289815</id><published>2008-10-06T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T10:47:23.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"quirks of thought are not poetry"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SOpOTHNkVjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fOh8ju2r6Y4/s1600-h/Circles.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SOpOTHNkVjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fOh8ju2r6Y4/s320/Circles.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254098005541541426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferlingehtti said that, in his tight little volume "Poetry as Insurgent Art".&lt;br /&gt;On Monday last, Fosque, in Art 120, said; "Doodles are not Art," ... which is essentially the same sentiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, here are a few doodles I have accomplished over the last few days, as I muddle with Illustrator.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I'll have enough acumen with the tool to be able to manifest my intention; the lovely images that come to me in dreams, or collage themselves together in my imagination from bits of observation, flashes of recollection, or layers of things I half saw, and wished to hold tighter, but for today, here is as close to happy accidents as my fate, and my patience, have seen fit to allow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SOpMvb7nznI/AAAAAAAAAAo/xGjjelMLim8/s1600-h/PurpleBunni.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SOpMvb7nznI/AAAAAAAAAAo/xGjjelMLim8/s320/PurpleBunni.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254096293116497522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SOpMW1tDrrI/AAAAAAAAAAg/oAFfuy3g1P0/s1600-h/Figures.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SOpMW1tDrrI/AAAAAAAAAAg/oAFfuy3g1P0/s320/Figures.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254095870538002098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/jana/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/jana/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815356824771764653-8442358283306289815?l=janahughes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/feeds/8442358283306289815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815356824771764653&amp;postID=8442358283306289815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/8442358283306289815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815356824771764653/posts/default/8442358283306289815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janahughes.blogspot.com/2008/10/quirks-of-thought-are-not-poetry.html' title='&quot;quirks of thought are not poetry&quot;'/><author><name>Jana Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777975402824434213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SOpOTHNkVjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fOh8ju2r6Y4/s72-c/Circles.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815356824771764653.post-6467438027821996443</id><published>2008-09-30T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T18:58:23.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jwStbjPa384/SOLZLcPcOWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rZ5eHPms1dw/s1600-h/familytree_petrol.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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