Journal Excerpt: "So."

from January, 1990

WTF is It? (Journal Entry, 1990)

The first person who can correctly name

what this label was for, wins a FREE tube of Bengay!

Journal Excerpt: Being Psychic in January, 1990

Journal Excerpt: Assistant Art Directing in1987

The production end of graphic design was

so drastically different back then.

(I love posting about it.)

When I graduated from Art School, I was hired

as the assistant art director, at Success! Magazine.

One of my responsibilities was to "order the display type."

Back in the day, headlines & decks were

set on a machine called a typositor.

Lettering Directions is the company we used,

and some sassy lady named Fran

was my contact there.

Sometimes she would say things like:

"Ach, we're so busy today, people are waking-up

from the dead & ordering type!"

Is Fran alive somewhere, dreaming of heads & decks?

Caps & Small caps?

Fran?

NYT Help Wanted, 1989

The frigid weather & threat of a weekend snowstorm

has me looking inward once again. Last winter, some of

my old journal entries

were the most commented on, of all my posts.

This time, I'll start gently, with a help wanted ad,

saved from the New York Times.

How would my life be different today,

had I gotten this chic job?!

Where is the person who labored

over these tightly writ sentences?

Are they still creative directing somewhere?

Or have they been one of many lay-offs in the past 5 years?

Maybe they quietly slipped away to an upstate farm?

Journal Excerpt: Mistake

Winter, 1984.

Journal Excerpt: The Moon has Teeth

Winter, 1984

Some serious adolescent angst, right there.

Journal Excerpt: Incredible

Spring, 1984.

The Journals Part 1

I have a box of journals... maybe 40-50 of them. 

I started keeping them from the year I turned 15, until the year I moved in with Hubby.

20 years of my life is recorded, described, and inscribed in here.

Though I was inspired to photograph them, I wasn't prepared to see them. 

Or read them.

It's as though the emotional content had a voice... and this voice was so loud,

that my head exploded. 

So I decided to put everything back inside until I'm ready to open them one at a time.

to be continued....