All posts by Cheryl

No Stopping Anytime

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This seems about right as a midlife signpost. By this point you’ve set up some pretty elaborate systems to sustain your job or family, or whatever your thing is, and there’s no pulling off to the shoulder for a smoke, or suddenly deciding to drive the opposite way. You’d better put the petal to the floor and keep on going if you care about the general safety of others on the road.

Soldering Iron

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Palm Tree

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Instaxcasting is, of course, blogging with a Fuji Instax instant camera.

Tabasco

tabascoRandom place mat drawing while at breakfast with my daughter in Los Gatos, California

Campbell Sunrise

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Cake Pops Gone Bad

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Drawn on iPad

Sneaker

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Drawn on Galaxy Note 3 phone

Typopigeon @ Facebook

And so Eugene the typopigeon arrived at Facebook HQ after a mysterious delay in the mailroom. I knew he landed before I saw him, as a colleague stopped me in the hall to inquire: “WHAT is EUGENE?!”

My post about him generated 71 likes and 18 comments. Not bad, typopigeon. I think my own anniversary did not fare nearly as well.

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Having just arrived in millennial country, he reflexively took a selfie with my phone.

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“Take me to your leader,” said Eugene. “I have some feedback for Zuckerberg about the Messenger app.”

“There’s not time for that,” I explained. “We have to see the Analog Lab.” And so I made haste across the campus with pigeon in hand, shrugging of the doubletakes of passersby who wondered how I coaxed a live pigeon to sit calmly in my hand, wearing a tiny knitted scarf.

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Inside the lab, a screen-print was in progress.

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Eugene paused to peck out a letter to his mom.

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Outside again, Eugene alighted upon a table outside The Sweet Stop while I went in to get him some soy bread crumb froyo and a side of flax.

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Next stop: arcade. The pinball machines were no match for Eugene, but this game was a different story.

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Afterwards we checked out Instagram’s offices within Facebook. “I’d really like to be a fly on the wall over there,” he told me.

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Facebook’s campus has many art exhibits, but Eugene felt most at home with this one, featuring the eggs of various bird species.

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As Eugene’s tour came to a close, he insisted on posing by the following wall-high slogan, which he felt was a great mantra for writers, if a possibly problematic frame of mind for software design. I just shrugged. You don’t argue with pigeons, as everyone knows.

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Next week, Eugene takes wing to his next destination via USPS, wrapped in god knows what. He wanted me to let you know that he can’t wait to see you.

Vintage Mascots – Mr. Product

mrproduct Found this interesting design book at Bookshop Santa Cruz (a place mercifully unchanged from my college memories – inexplicably it is still, in 2015, full of new books) which I bought to help with drawing practice. Tony the Tiger, like most public figures, looked better before getting into steroids and plastic surgery.

Staples are killing your document

notebooksI suspected staples had a dark side when I found two of them in a restaurant taco in 1991. But it wasn’t until recently that I realized librarians and zine archivists reflexively remove these and other rusting metal fasteners from documents, as this fascinating article from the US Govt National Archives explains. As a (lapsed) zinester, I used staples in both of my typewriter zines Silent Type I and Silent Type 2, but am currently looking into other methods for my odd habit of making pocket notebooks out of random paper dregs (see photo).

Pamphlet stitching, it would appear, is the archivist-approved way to bind a document, and so I’ll be dragging out my forgotten paper sewing skills for the next round of notebooks– somehow, like Origami and knitting, this seems to be a skill that has no cognitive sticking power, like knitting and origami, and although I understood it well enough to write a tutorial on it years ago, I’ve completely forgotten how to do it once again.