My graphic design class is learning about logos, making logos, drawing logos…and the whole lot. So, I was noticing logos lately, distinguishing them between the poorly designed and the excellent. I came across inspiredology.com,
a site designed to ‘inspire’ other designers. Here are some logos that I found particularly appeasing (source: Chad in inspiredology.com) :
All of these logos are simple, clean, and express their company/sites well. Looking at “Biomondego“, the leaf suggests something in the nature. Whatever this company is, it surely has to do something with biology, hence “Biomondego”. Also, the logo shape is a “B“, suggesting its first letter of the company. Not only that, the green color and the simplicity of the logo adds on to a company that you can trust. Now, take a look at the font. “Bio” is emphasized by making it a lighter green color and bolded, meaning they take whatever they do seriously. The font is rounded and friendly looking, as if they are saying, “It’s okay, we are safe“. Likewise, all the other logos here have its distinct personality and character.
At first when I enrolled in the graphic design class, I thought it was going to be a piece of cake. I mean, the drawings didn’t have to realistic, so how hard can it get? But no. Making a logo takes a long time and effort, with an occasional scream of frustration. Here are the rough steps for what I had to do to make my logo (still in the making):
1. Think of an object that you want to represent.
(At this time in class, I was so bored and uninterested in this topic that I picked whatever in sight, which was a pair of speakers….a huge mistake)
2. Research everything and anything about your object, including history, companies, logos, designs, etc. to make sure you do not make the same logo.
(We had to present this in front of the class with 20 visual imitations of our objects. I had such a hard time coming up with different speakers, that at the end I made a speaker out of spray cans. Our graphic design teacher told us that in real life situations, we had to present our logos to companies. Meaning, speaking skill is a must.)
3. Based on your research, declare your company name, with a specific personality (i.e. ‘fun’, ‘exciting’), age group, goals, visions, etc.
(My company name, after a long, agonizing 10 minutes, was Cleareal. It is an unique, amiable speaker designing company targeted to ages between 12~19. We aim to design quality speakers with an interesting shape and color. It is small at powerful enough to fill a whole room, and there are various designs to chose from.)
4. Sketch 20 drawings of your company’s logo, keeping in mind its personality and goals.
(We had to draw with a single black 0.5 tip marker. Tedious, as well as annoying. Then we came together as a class and voted for each person’s best three, with feedbacks and criticisms.)
5. Choose your best three logos, and elaborate more on each of them. Sketch 20 more variations for each logos.
(Meaning, 60. With the same marker. All in order to find the perfect logo.)
6.When you have chosen your BEST logo, and it’s BEST moderation, move on to sketching this in the computer.
And this is where I am right now, and we are not even half way done. Excruciatingly painful, considering I am a newbie at Adobe Illustrator. The people on my table, who are all seniors and suffering from senioritis, scream occasionally in frustration. Once, my friend next to me decided to make weird turkey sounds. When I asked what’s up, she said she couldn’t do such work that takes so much concentration. Anyway, this class made me realize my future life in college: computers, screams, weird sounds, dark circles, extra strong coffee, and patience.
Maybe I should start learning yoga.
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his means that people with TS make frequent jerks or tics that they cannot control. We saw a short film about TS, along with the lesson. Little kids were discussing about their disorder and how it was hard to have a social life because of this disadvantage. Contrast to the severity of their disease, these kids seemed bright and hopeful about their lives. A boy in the film were teaching his kindergarten class about Tourette Syndrome. The way he talked and expressed his thoughts were clear and strong, even better than any average 7 year olds. But our society do judge the book by its cover, and kids with TS has to live with ridicules and weird looks for a large part of their lives.
Everything has a beginning and an end. Kind of cliché, I know. In a world where time drives us through life, we have to believe that there’s a starting point and an ending point. Little things like our clothes are made by planting the cotton seeds, gathering up cotton, going to the factory and to the stores, and finally to our hands. Then we wear it for few years and throw it away, where it decomposes and becomes nothing. Likewise, humans are born, live their lives, and wither away into nothing. After about 90 to 100 years later, the world forgets that those particular people existed (Unless you are a famous person who made a difference in the world).
t a local school for kids, worked hard day and night to get our family where it is now. When I was young, I remember my grandfather holding a cigarette in one hand, giving me a candy with the other. I remember him writing down his daily stocks on a thin, worn out notebook, just in case he wants to go back and look at them again. I remember holding his hands and walking through a park, with him being silent and me chattering about childish things. He would always be in his room, without friends, without life, watching T.V. and occasionally coming out to smoke.
I visited him today in the hospital. We had to go to the ‘Cancer Center’ to find his room. When we got there, I saw my grandfather with three different kinds of needles stuck to his now-gaunt arms. His wrinkles became more wrinkly; no fat, just skin. He tried to get up when he saw us, but he couldn’t, because he hadn’t been eating for a month already. My grandmother looked mad tired. She had been with him since he moved to the hospital. I left his the room after saying hi to him because I was feeling both guilt and sadness at the same time. Guilt, because I didn’t care about him for years. In fact, I thought grandpa was really annoying, with him demanding this and that around the house. Sadness, because he said I was his favorite granddaughter. Sad, because he only looked for me in the hospital. Guilt, because I avoided going to the hospital for an unknown reason.
hate the bustling of activities in the lobby, I hate the peculiar hospital smell, and I really hate seeing sick people helpless getting about their places with a wheelchair.
ow it is. Humans are born, they die, and that’s the end of it. If we were animals without a soul, then once we are dead, our existence doesn’t mean anything. Sure, we can live the best life while we are alive. We can go travel the world, discover a new specie, write a breakthrough novel, and so on. But when we all die, when the end of Earth comes along, will we be remembered? Will there be a new planet with a new set of life? A New Beginning?
As my high school career comes close to an end, I cannot believe I actually made through it. Starting from a scared little 9th grader to a lazy, doing-nothing senior, I grew and learned a lot from school. Psychologists say that learning in schools actually improve people’s intelligence. I don’t know if that is true, since some people who graduated high school seems less intelligent than a middle schooler. No matter what it is, I am glad that I got to experience the supposed ‘best time of my life’. There were some ups and downs, of course, everyone has that. But I think the most important thing of all in high school is friends. Friends are everything, when we go ‘out in to the world’. They give you a shoulder to lean on, laugh at your non-funny jokes, and like you for who you are. High school made me define who I am and prepared me to make more connections ‘out there’.
ad. But the one thing I will remember is the lunch time talk with my friends, our class’s clown, taking photos of us doing the weirdest pose, the plan to go to Fiji, the serious talks about our deepest secrets…
Psychophysical illness. This is a new vocabulary that I learned in AP Psychology recently. Basically, this is an illness to your body caused by stress. Your body reacts to what the mind says, and when it finds that the mind is stressed, it becomes stressed, too. The tension in your body weakens the immune system, making diseases more likely to enter your body.
particularly well, mood wise. Many things seemed to happen all at once, like a bomb going off unexpectedly. This stressed me out so much to the point where I couldn’t eat breakfast or lunch. With no food in my stomach, I came back home after school feeling dizzy and nauseated. Then I had a momentary blackout, where I knew and felt my eyes wide open but I could not see anything. It was pitch black, and I had to sit down on the floor to prevent running into things. As if a pitch darkness wasn’t enough, I couldn’t breathe like normal. I felt like the air around me was sucked out into a vacuum, as I sat there helplessly gulping for air. After about 15 minutes or so, I began to see my dog sniffing my hands and I was breathing normally.
The textbook explains that the mind and the body are so intertwined to the point where it is nearly indistinguishable. In other words, the body thinks, too. It feels emotions, and it is not just a heap of random cells put together to form a lively functioning miracle.
In each century of our human history, there is some kind of a war or a battle. World War I & II were major conflicts that everyone knew about. Every race battles because there is a conflict, or they want to prove that they are stronger than anyone else. The Western race, throughout human history, seemed unsatisfied with what they have. They would try to conquer and conquest, doing every bit of damage along the way. There are small battles and conflicts even within the very place we live. Everyday we see someone fighting, either in person or in television. Everywhere there is conflict that needs to be solved, either it be a small fight between friends to battling leukemia. It’s constant, unstoppable, never ending. And there is that on going battle with our own selves, which we have to deal with every day.
e in mind is the amount of food intake, the amount of exercise I need, and what kind of activities I should or shouldn’t do. I know this sounds ridiculous; but hear me out. Every person has different things that worry them. And for me, it has always been about my external appearances. This could be because I am living in a society where people are judged by how they appear. Or maybe, it’s just me being unsatisfied with who I am. But this battle is hard. The things I choose to stick my fork into and put in my mouth is thought over every other second, and I cannot undo this overcoming concern of appearance. Maybe this is because I’ve been judged a lot by how I look–ever since I was in the States, I was prejudged because my skin color was different. And because I was young, all I could conclude was that I was never good enough. No matter how skinny or how fat, it wasn’t good enough. This never ending battle with myself will hopefully end soon. Hopefully I will learn that I am who I am, that accepting myself is the first and the most crucial step to a successful life. But I’m not there yet. Just like the battles around the world are hard to stop, the battle with myself is hard to bring to an end, too.
things. Being vulnerable to the cruel, ruthless life can be quite discomforting. Focusing what we can’t control to things we can is one of humans’ defense mechanisms, commonly sited in psychology textbooks. We tend to focus our energy on something that we can have control over. This can be either our favorite sports, arts, or anything we can create and do ourselves.
one of the biggest rising problem, especially in the United States. When hunger strikes, the odor of fresh baked pie can get to anyone. Unless you have an eating disorder. But that’s a whole another story for another time. But when I win over the desire to eat that savory pie, or any kind of food, I feel a little satisfied. Even though I’m hungry and miserable, I’m satisfied that I could control my hunger, my hands, and my brain for reaching that pie. Of course, there are lots of times which I lose that control and binge on all kinds of food. That’s why restricting food is a BAD way of dieting. Besides that, and when I do have that ability to control my eating and control my weight, I cannot feel any better. And that’s how I cope with my life, metaphorically.
