I am trying to learn about book cover design and how to use grid systems, while also figuring out a design language for the poetry micropress I'm hoping to launch in 2027. I'm starting by a) reading design books & b) fucking around making fake covers for some favourite books. My first effort:
I have made a bog for our living room. The moss is alive, it just need to recover. I have an aquatic grass coming that should do well in this.
I have baked a chocolate Coca-Cola cake, with Coca-Cola frosting (also contains marshmallows and chopped pecans). It is my second-ever attempt at a cake. The first one, several years ago, was a complete mess. It has been a week of intense ups and downs, and this is part of my stress management. (Cooking without a deadline lowers stress for me, but also I have been eating too much.)
New ink, in honour of Molly, my cat who died in 2018.
Some textbooks for my digital labour class next term have arrived. My professor is Alessandro Delfanti, who wrote The Warehouse: Workers and Robots at Amazon, which has been on my TBR list for a while.
This is how my red thread of information is going.
Our first skirret harvest. A little sweet, a little earthy. Sort of midway between a carrot and a parsnip. They are members of the carrot family, but cannot be eaten until the second year (so, this year). The leaves are also pretty tasty. Supposedly they get bigger and tastier every year, so I replanted a couple of plants for next year.
The reason my target weight for my current weight loss journey is 180lbs is because, despite being only 5’9”, I was 175lbs in this photo.
After the National Post published the most disgusting piece imaginable about a murdered journalist, I have written their editor-in-chief, Rob Roberts, a letter.
I made my cat a faux Rothko colour field painting for her bathroom (she likes to face the wall). I chose blue since I’ve heard it’s the colour cats see most vividly. There are seven different blues in it, including Stuart Semple’s IKB analog. It’s genuinely difficult to photograph.
