Anyway, one series of designs he does is called “Monsters of Grok” which is where he takes a band’s logo design and uses it for a name of some influential thinker from history. See David Hume (Daft Punk), Descartes (Deadmau5), and Quine (Queen) as examples.
I have been waiting forever for him to do one for Leibniz. I even got on the mailing list to be notified if/when such a design was produced.
And lo! In my inbox this morning? “Your Amorphia Apparel request is fulfilled.”
Bought it. Eagerly awaiting it. Excited.
Edit: Calgary, why does your one and only Fed-Ex place have to be on the freaking moon?
Edit 2: IT’S EVEN BETTER IN PERSON OMFG
So due to the OH GOD IT HURTS unseasonably cold weather we’ve been getting this month, I’ve had to transition (at least temporarily) to my winter walking clothes.
This made me realize that I’ve never told you what I wear on my walks based on the season.
I’m sure you don’t actually care, but I’mma talk about it anyway. Because this is my blog and I suck and thus this blog should suck accordingly.
- Short-sleeve shirt
- Pants (stretchy, breathable, has a butt pocket for iPod)
- (Plus underwear, bra, shoes)
- Same as summer, except add a light jacket
- Short-sleeve shirt
- Pants (thick, not breathable, fuzzy warm)
- Tights (extra protection from cold)
- Headphones (to protect my ears from the cold)
- Gloves (I dual-wield those cheap $2 gloves because I’m pathetic)
- Winter coat (I swear this thing is made of the same stuff that protects the space shuttle during re-entry. It’s such a good coat and it only cost like $5 because I got it at Goodwill)
- (Plus underwear, bra, shoes)
Uhhhhhhhhh so even my winter walking pants are pretty faded now. You can very easily see the bottom part by the ankle cuff does not see the sunlight because I’m a short mofo.
My shirt, on the other hand, does not appear faded at all, despite the fact that I wear it year-round.
ZOMG, this little store has the coolest, retro-est little colorful clothes. I should get a few snazzy shirts.
Sorry, that’s all I’ve got today.
They’re like $3 each and they’re colorful. How am I supposed to control myself?
LOOK AT THIS THING I FOUND AT GOODWILL
(Ignore my fugly reflection and look at the colors.)
It’s made of towel fabric and is super warm. And it’s mine now. It won’t fit in my suitcase so I’ll have to have my mom ship it up here, but I’ll have it before COLD HARSH CANADIAN WINTER™ sets in up here.
That’s all I’ve got today, sorry.
(Random Metalocalypse quote just because.)
A while ago I promised you pictures of my sun-faded walking clothes, so here they are.
I’ve had these as my walking clothes for at least 2.5 years now, so they’ve been out over 3,500 miles. The back of my shirt is getting really worn through, too, ‘cause I always have some sort of backpack on when I walk and it rubs against the shirt the whole time.
I really like my clothes.
Is that like the most incredibly materialistic thing to say?
But seriously. I really like my clothes. I’ve spent a lot of years amassing clothes that are colorful and unique, and I’m very proud of my little collection.
I know that sounds super weird, but I am. I’ve got some pretty funky clothes, yo. Some of them I’ve had since high school.
Sorry, I was just looking at my closet this morning and the rainbow made me happy.
I want school. I is good at book learnin’.
This is my closet.
The left 1/3rd is pants/skirts/dresses. The right 2/3rds is shirts of various sleevage. I own one black shirt. It’s got Hume on it.
I don’t really understand why more adults don’t wear color. I mean seriously, what’s wrong with a little bright clothing to cheer up others? Back at the U of I I recall at least seven distinct times when I was told by someone that their seeing me on campus all decked out in the rainbow made their day significantly nicer.
So why don’t more adults wear bright clothing? Possible reasons:
1. It’s freaking hard to find any. The only reason I have so much bright clothing is because I’ve been stockpiling it up since junior high. There’s a red pair of pants in there I’ve had since seventh grade. I’m probably irrationally attached to my clothes collection simply because it’s taken me so long to acquire it. ‘Cause hey, they don’t make shirts like this just anywhere:
2. Bright clothing is associated with children/childhood, and is thus not “appropriate” attire for adults. Similarly, bright clothing is associated with “oddness” (maybe because careers for which adults don colors are traditionally weird and/or are occupied by strange people—you know, clowns and audacious performers and such) and thus is stigmatizing to wear.
I know it’s how we as humans judge things—first impressions and all that happy jazz—but it still bothers me when people form first impressions of others based on clothing. As long as I don’t have >40% of my boobage hanging out or let people walking behind me see my butt crack, what’s wrong with a rainbow shirt and bright lime green pants?
Clothing is definitely a form of expression, yeah, but maybe it can be viewed as an outlet of creative expression in a world where, for most people, creative expression is otherwise oppressed. If a person is supposed to be reserved and focused on a diligent schedule at their work, for example, perhaps it would be beneficial for them to express their creative side via their clothing? Crappy example, I know, but you get what I’m saying, right?
Blah. I don’t know. I’m just tired of getting evil stares just because I’m not wearing jeans and a dull shirt.
Give me my lime green and orange. I’ll be happy.
So I had this super awesome statistics-related blog all planned out to post tonight, but a friend in Multivariate Analysis had to borrow my notes, so I figured I should wait until I get them back to make sure I don’t make any mistakes regarding the example I’m going to use.
So tomorrow. I promise. I also keep forgetting to update this more often than whenever the hell I feel like it; I apologize, I’m still conditioned from MySpace.
In the meantime, here’s a color sample of all the clothes in my closet.
Today’s song: Sometime Around Midnight by The Airborne Toxic Event
Following Matt’s example, I went to Ross today and got a new drag outfit. Well, I went to Goodwill first, but I couldn’t find any pants that would fit, so I trundled over to Ross. After about a half an hour search and about 20 pants later, I finally found one that a) would stay up, and b) weren’t a foot or so too long. Then I bought a few shirts. And some boxers.
I’d show you some pictures, but I can’t find anyone to take a few of me, and when I try to prop my camera up I can’t get it at the right angle to get a good picture. So you’ll all just have to wait.