Monday, February 21, 2011
Journal 3: TED talks
Monday, February 14, 2011
20 Rules of Good Design
Dieter Rams and Don Norman
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Journal 1: Writing Visual



Writing goes hand and hand with designing for me, since designing is so much about problem solving and finding solutions, writing is a way for me to organize rambles of thoughts into concrete ideas and themes. Writing Visual stresses the importance of sketching and utilizing free-writing and mind mapping tools to generate lateral thinking. This is what we as designers have to be fully adept at, at finding relationships between different disciplines and ideas, forming original ideas that are conceptually sturdy, not clique or accepting the obvious answers. This reading goes through several different writing techniques--mind maps, concept maps, free writing, brainwriting, and word lists--as ways to generate visual imagery. These tools are simple and stress the uninhibited recording of thoughts, as a way to make discoveries and connections not blatantly apparent. I did not realize how important this process was for me until reading Writing Visual, how important it is for my creative process to really conceptually think about my designs and whether they are working on an intellectual level. Mind maps and making several mind maps helped me organize and record all of my thoughts, concept maps helped me recognize the hierarchical relationships between certain themes, free writing helped me discover which themes were most important to me and the understanding of the book, and word lists helped me determine what visual imagery will help me in designing this book cover.
Free Write
Dandelion wine is about growing up, losing faith, and recognizing that a life without acceptance of death would not be a life worth living. It is the impermanence of our being, the nature of who we are as human beings, how terrible delicate our time in our world or reality is, that makes us want to, need to live our lives to the fullest. We will never be as young as we are today, never as naive, or as curious, or simply as unclouded in our judgements as we are today. Youth is this undeniably tender concept that few have spent enough time appreciating, it’s an ephemeral state that lasts too short. I chose Dandelion Wine because my friend told me that after reading this book, she wanted to harvest dandelions and make dandelion, and that is the feelings I have after reading this book. Nostalgia for a simpler time. A town like Green Town that exists only in our memories, a town where its inhabitants go to hillsides to set up red and white checkered picnic cloths, to eat ham and egg sandwiches, and enjoy the sweet taste of Eskimo pies and ripe, puckered cherries. It is the taste of lemonade, tart and sweet sliding down your throat when its unbearably hot outside, it’s about running through the night with only the dance of fireflies lighting your path, it’s about swatting gnats from slices of watermelon. This world that Bradbury is ten times more vibrant, more saturated with color, it’s a Rockwellian America where people don’t have to lock their doors, where neighbors walk each other home at night, where you can get a pint of ice cream freshly scooped from the pharmacy.
Time flies faster and sinks slower in this world. Days are lazily dragged on, you notice the sweet aroma of freshly cut grass, delight in what it means to be alive, to pick wild strawberries and fill pails with fox grapes. It’s about building relationships with your brother, getting into wrestling matches, playing Statues and Hide and Seek with friends. It’s about death. About appreciating how real and how alive you feel because you know that this, this summer, this life, is impermanent. That we are all easily taken. But death, though a scary idea to Douglas and Tom at first, it is just all part of growing up. It’s that transition from being a child and rejoicing in life, and becoming an adult, and rejoicing life even more because you understand how temporary it is. Like a beautiful summer spent bottling up dandelion wine for a cold winter night, but not having regrets or a sense of loss when the last bottle is empty. Because there will be another summer of harvest again, and though it might not be your harvest, you can teach your children and grandchildren of the harvest of ’28 and how to make dandelion wine as well.
The Essence of Summer. Bottling up dandelion wine, capturing June, July, August in liquid form. Each bottle signifying different moments in life, why was The Lonely One’s murders not darker, why was John Huff’s leaving not less vibrantly yellow? Life does not discriminate, each bottle is just a memory of the time that has passed. The good and bad cannot be distinguished. It should not be distinguished.
Rituals and Revelations. Doug and Tom record all the normal, everyday rituals of summer. The new tennis shoes, making dandelion wine, beating the living room rug, mowing grass, picking wild strawberries. But they also decide to record revelations, because they know, they feel it in their bones, that this summer is different. They feel it in their bones. This is the summer where they are no longer just going about the daily rituals of summer like a child just enjoying the free time away from school to play outside, they recognize the lessons to be learned. They teach each other the importance of far-telling, of memory, of people who pass away and die. It makes me wonder if I’m just obsessed with my rituals, of going to school, doing design work, working two jobs, rather than appreciating the fact that in this time, I am fully alive. Maybe I should be writing down my revelations.
The Happiness Machine. Leo Auffman sought to build this machine that would guarantee happiness, joy. It was a rolling picture machine that showed the romance of paris, of visiting these romantic lands of egypt and europe, it smelled of perfume and made gentle noises that whizzed and whined with the sounds comforting to the soul. But it brought no happiness because it was so forced, it was this man-made contraption that tried to calculate what people would find happy, what is stereotypically important--traveling, self revelations that is associated with traveling--not what is really happy. Happiness can be as ordinary as a going home to your family, watching the people that you love and care about the most make the most out of their day, it’s fresh bread in the oven, real butter on the table, your wife with flour in her hair and a smile on her face, your children setting the table, the crackling fireplace and the scent of vanilla and cinnamon, the warm lit of faces of the people that matter the most. It’s realizing that happiness does not have to be this glorified, overstated idea that shove down your throats, it nothing but simplicity. The ordinary, the everyday is happiness. It’s being content, not content like you are settling, but being fulling, incandescently content with who you are and what you have made for yourself. And that, is the greatest happiness of all. It is the machine that makes your life work, because it is simply just happiness.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Three Inspirational Designs


Dandelion Wine Bookcover Redesign
Book Choice: Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury
| Author Biography |
Ray Bradbury, American novelist, short story writer, essayist, playwright, screenwriter and poet, was born August 22, 1920 in Waukegan, Illinois. He graduated from a Los Angeles high school in 1938. Although his formal education ended there, he became a “student of life,” selling newspapers on L.A. street corners from 1938 to 1942, spending his nights in the public library and his days at the typewriter. He became a full-time writer in 1943, and contributed numerous short stories to periodicals before publishing a collection of them, Dark Carnival, in 1947.
His reputation as a writer of courage and vision was established with the publication of The Martian Chronicles in 1950, which describes the first attempts of Earth people to conquer and colonize Mars, and the unintended consequences. Next came The Illustrated Man and then, in 1953, Fahrenheit 451, which many consider to be Bradbury’s masterpiece, a scathing indictment of censorship set in a future world where the written word is forbidden. In an attempt to salvage their history and culture, a group of rebels memorize entire works of literature and philosophy as their books are burned by the totalitarian state. Other works include The October Country, Dandelion Wine, A Medicine for Melancholy, Something Wicked This Way Comes, I Sing the Body Electric!, Quicker Than the Eye, and Driving Blind. In all, Bradbury has published more than thirty books, close to 600 short stories, and numerous poems, essays, and plays. His short stories have appeared in more than 1,000 school curriculum “recommended reading” anthologies.
| Some Other Books by Ray Bradbury |
The Maritan Chronicles
Something Wicked This Way Comes
The Illustrated Man
The Halloween Tree
Fahrenheit 451
One More for the Road
The October Country
Farewell Summer
Now and Forever
| Short synopsis / plot / summary |
Dandelion Wine is a collection of semi-autobiographical short stories by Ray Bradbury describing the summer of 1928 in Green Town, Illnois, through the narrative of 12-year-old Douglas Spaulding. It is this summer that Douglas first realizes that he is alive. Through adventures with his 10-year-old brother, Tom, and his pals Charlie Woodman and John Huff, Douglas becomes hyper self-aware of the people in his town, himself, and the beauty of the natural world around him.
The brothers decide to record the events of this summer, classifying him into two categories: the rituals that occur every summer, and his relfections of those rituals, which he describes as “illuminations,” and “discoveries and revelations.” This nonlinear book describes the rituals and illuminations the two boys experience. They record the annual making of dandelion wine with their Grandfather, which described as the bottled essence of summer, as one of the most meaningful rituals. The stories that Bradbury interweaves between the lives of the boys and the people in the town stress the importance of living in the present, and sheds light on the naunces of life that bring simple, unadultered joys.
One of the major themes of the book is mortality, and most importantly, the idea that awareness of life is also accompanied by an unsettling awareness of death, and the ending of lives and events. Douglas becomes overwhelmed with the deaths of close neighbors and friends and inevietably comes to the conclusion of his own mortality. As summer draws to the end, Douglas takes all of the rituals and discoveries he’s experienced and comes out wiser, and more self-aware.
| Overall feeling of the book (+12 descriptive words) |
Romantic
Content
Inquisitive
Questioning/Curious
Loving
Thoughtful
Humble
Confused
Distressed
Awestruck
Compassionate
Sad/Sense of Loss/Solemn
Earnest
Reflective
Illuminated
Sympathetic
Tragic
Dignified
Imploring
Compassionate
| the message |
You can’t be fully alive without recognizing death/mortality
| protagonist does... |
Through the eyes of innocent, inquistive, awestruck 12-year-old Douglas Spaulding, the reader becomes more aware of the subtle joys of happiness, summer, and the feelings of being alive for the first time.
| antagonist does... |
Mortality is the antagonist, the loss of important individuals or farewell to important events or objects. However, without these losses, Douglas would never truly understand what it means to be alive.
| 1 - 3 quote(s) from a character(s) |
“‘I’m alive,’ he thought” (9, Douglas).
“Dandelion wine. The words were summer on the tongue. The wine was summer caught and stoppered . . . . Hold summer in your hand, pour summer in a glass, a tiny glass of course, the smallest tingling sip for children; change the season in your veins by raising glass to lip and tilting summer in” (13, Douglas).
“He realized that all men were like this; that each person was to himself one alone. One oneness, a unit in a society, but always afraid. Like here, standing. If he should scream, if he should holler for help, would it matter?” (42, Tom).
“‘You want to see the real Happiness Machine? The one they patented a couple thousand years ago, it still runs, not good all the time, no! but it runs. It’s been here all along’” (62, Leo Auffmann).
“‘No matter how hard you try to be what you once were, you can only be what you are here and now. Time hypnotizes. When you’re nine, you think you’ve always been nine years old and will always be. When you’re thirty, it seems you’ve always been balanced there on the bright rim of middle life. And then when you turn seventy, you are always and forever seventy. You’re in the present, you’re trapped in a young now or an old now, but there is no other now to be seen” (75, Mr. Bentley).
“Here we come, you and me, along the same track, but further on, and so much looking and snuffing and handling things to do, you need old Colonel Freeleigh to shove and say look alive so you remember every second! Every darn thing there is to remember! So when kids come around when you’re real old, you can do for them what the colonel once did for you. That’s the way it is, Tom, I got to spend a lot of time visiting him and listening so I can go far-traveling with him as often as he can” (89, Douglas referring to Colonel Freeleigh as The Great Time Machine).
“Important thing is not the me that’s lying here, but the me that’s sitting on the edge of the bed looking back at me, and the me that’s downstairs cooking supper, or out in the garage under the car, or in the library reading. All the new parts, they count. I’m not really dying today. No person ever died that had a family“ (183, Great-grandma)
“So if trolleys and runabouots and friends and near friends can go away for a while or go away forever, or rust, or fall apart or die, and if people can be murdered, and if someone like Great-Grandma, who was going to live forever can die . . if all of this is true . . then I, Douglas Spaulding, some day . . must . . “ (186, Douglas).
| Why this book to redesign |
I love this book for the sense of innocent youthfulness I felt when read it, how easy I settled into the beautiful poetry of Ray Bradbury, how much I learned about living through the candid and pondering curiosity of two little boys. All of the covers I’ve seen of this work doesn’t fully depict the deep visceral and emotional connection that people feel after reading this book. The title of Dandelion Wine bottles up the essece of summer, the lessons learned–a cover show reflect that.
