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14 December 1999
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my crit went terribly. terribly, terribly, terribly. i wanted to cry as soon as it was over. it's been a few hours now, and i am feeling better. looking at it, i think i can pin-point some of the places that things went wrong. i think that my ideas are a little less accessible than most of the projects (mine is not another building on an ocean beach) and so without having reached a definite conclusion in the design process the critics found it hard to get to the point that i was at, and took that as i sign that i wasn't really anywhere at all.
i had been feeling pretty good about my project too. i had actually enjoyed staying up all night. i had never reached a point of feeling completely tired and unconstructive. i walked up to kinko's at eight to photocopy my largest collection of thumbnail sketches that i've had for any of the projects. i even worked over lunch break to try and make a more informative drawing.
but, it was almost as if all that had been pointless. i don't think it was. i think i learned a lot in the process of this assignment. whatever other people may feel about my project. one of the critics said something like: "if this had been presented to me as a proposal for a project, i would have been impressed." i should've said: "well then why don't you crit it as if it were a proposal for a project?"
came home afterwards, and was thinking about making some phone calls when sam called. didn't even recognize his voice at first. talked to him for a bit, and then my mom. went and grabbed indian food on thayer. returned to the beb with the intention of taking slides, which didn't happen.
came home again to a message on my machine from george. back in connecticut. he called again a little later and we talked. i was expecting him to just turn up one of these days. i half figured he'd show up here with no warning. seems he just packed up and moved all his stuff back from texas, after spending a little over a year there. i'm impressed that he stuck it out that long.
i had been feeling pretty good about my project too. i had actually enjoyed staying up all night. i had never reached a point of feeling completely tired and unconstructive. i walked up to kinko's at eight to photocopy my largest collection of thumbnail sketches that i've had for any of the projects. i even worked over lunch break to try and make a more informative drawing.
but, it was almost as if all that had been pointless. i don't think it was. i think i learned a lot in the process of this assignment. whatever other people may feel about my project. one of the critics said something like: "if this had been presented to me as a proposal for a project, i would have been impressed." i should've said: "well then why don't you crit it as if it were a proposal for a project?"
came home afterwards, and was thinking about making some phone calls when sam called. didn't even recognize his voice at first. talked to him for a bit, and then my mom. went and grabbed indian food on thayer. returned to the beb with the intention of taking slides, which didn't happen.
came home again to a message on my machine from george. back in connecticut. he called again a little later and we talked. i was expecting him to just turn up one of these days. i half figured he'd show up here with no warning. seems he just packed up and moved all his stuff back from texas, after spending a little over a year there. i'm impressed that he stuck it out that long.