January 30, 2007
Recent cover work
The following is a selection of some of my favorite special section covers from my work at the Bradenton Herald.
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August 17, 2005
Updates
Comments system still not fully fixed. Havn't had time to do the reinstall. See previous post for more details.
The awards were for an opinion page illustration I did (shown here, 6th from the top) and another which I havn't uploaded yet, for a features page: sort of an annual thing the paper does highlighting stupid crooks.
In October there's a big press convention in Springfield Illinois, where, among other things, two press associations present their awards, one of which being the Illinois Press Association. It is at that awards ceremony that I'll find out what my position was (1st, 2nd, 3rd, or Honorable Mention). It's a big social hobnob event, and winners get to stand up and be clapped at, with their work shown on a big screen. Sounds fun. I'm actually going to have to dress up. How.. scary.
I imagine that I get a certificate for anything below first. First maybe gets a plaque or something. No idea.
Apparently, though I havn't had official word on this, the two awards are from different categories: editorial cartoon and features illustration. Last year, the same guy won both categories. He's at a much larger paper than mine. Papers like mine don't usually have someone like me.
That's where it stand right now. I'm going to see if there's a way I can get the pages those illustrations were on available for viewing here. Unlike photos, Illustrations are judged at these competitions as they look on the whole page (photos are shown by themselves, without the rest of the page). So essentially the whole design of the page comes into play. I'd like to show them that way here.
Update: I won third place and honorable mention in the illustration category. Not bad.
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August 11, 2005
Illinois Press Association
I just found out that I've apparently won two awards from the Illinois Press Association for my illustration work at The Pantagraph.
So, um, hooray!
I have no idea what place I won or what illustrations got the awards specifically. But I know I got the awards.
More as I learn it.
(very flatered and happy)
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August 09, 2005
Comment problems
it got called to my attention that the commenting system wasn't working right. I figured it out, it's because I screwed up when I upgraded Movable Type and the blacklist software at the same time.
It's been causing problems ever since then, really, but they were ignorable for me, and invisible to you.. or so I thought.
I've done some mucking around and I got the comments to work right.. sorta. Okay you can leave comments now but it doesn't look like it works.. even though it does. Basically, you post the comment, and it looks like it boots you out to the entry you were posting the comment in.. to see your comment, scroll down to the bottom of that screen and click on comments again. You still wont see it what you just posted. Hit refresh. NOW it should appear.
No this is not an ideal situation. I'm going to back up my blog entries and comments tomorrow night, then KILL movable type and KILL the blacklist software (again) and start over. Then reimport and we should be back to normal.
Should be.
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July 27, 2005
Translocator
Okay so the first thing that I was going to write for this got about two paragraphs long when my brain hit a speed bump at about 50 mph. So now I'm swapping out parts and have done my typical thing, which is where I step back and think long and hard about it to be sure I get it right. Real long. So here's something else in the meantime.
Four months in a new town in the mid west and Dwade still didn't know anybody he wasn't paid to be around. With all the deft cunning and enthusiasm of a sedated bull moose, he maneuvered his old clunker into a parking lot somewhere out on the horizon directly opposite Wal-Mart. The long walk past legions of tightly packed vehicles went by in a haze. He was elsewhere, thinking of better things.
This wasn't just Wal-Mart. This was The Other Wal-Mart. The one he hadn't been to yet. Dwade hated going to the first one. This one was just as bad. It didn't matter, they're all the same. And every time he walked through those all-the-same doors and faced the anonymous thief-pouncer who pretended to be there to greet him, he heard the pleas of the world's poor. People working without sleep in over-heated, cramped sweatshops for pennies a day so that overfed Americans can have cheap crap. Farmers whose families had provided food from the land for generations, left helpless as the world economy tells them what they do isn't good enough. The death of the mom and pop store. Mom and pop wear blue vests and forced smiles now. They stand behind cash registers and don't say much; just enough to find out of your card is credit or debit.
The handlebar of a shopping carriage hit the palms of his hand. He was then in the vegetable isle. It matched his state of mind.
The layout of the place was oddly familiar. Dwade had a theory that there are a limited number of configurations for a place like this. Each department is a block, each with its own size and shape, sort of like a jigsaw puzzle for idiots. There's only a few ways that these blocks can fit together into the sort of giant architectural monstrosity that makes the Lords of Wal-Mart smolder with demonic glee. But dammit, there were the green bell peppers, and Dwade needed some of those.
The shopping cart took on cargo: vegetables from space and meat grown in vats for all Dwade knew. There was a tall stack of gigantic frozen salmon flanks. The world is facing a salmon shortage, he thought, so where the hell did all of that come from, anyway?
Nearby at a stack of pork, Dwade recalled reading the story about how pigs-for-food were being genetically engineered with a snippet of human DNA to make them grow and mature faster. Half man, half pig.. and 100% delicious.
There, for an instant, he considered converting to Judaism. He decided against it, of course, judging that a genuine religious objection to consuming a swine-human hybrid probably wasn't worth the required surgery. Most of them spent their time in politics instead of the slaughterhouse anyway.
At the rear of the grocery block, another familiar turn brought him around to face towards the front of the store, looking straight down a corridor walled with plastic food holding devices and hundreds of variations om a theme spun sugar.
Dizziness set through him like water through a sieve, flowing upwards into the sky and then rained back down with the consistency of tar. Disorientation. He checked his pulse. It was normal. It was like the mass-produced, soulless architecture itself had reached out to bash and squeeze on his brain like one of those stress relief toys you see in the impulse-buy racks at the front.
Continue reading "Translocator"
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