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I'm thinking that I should keep up with the word-a-day type journal idea I used for my thesis project back when I was still a design student...last month, haha. The book is completed and bound.  All the pages on here thusfar are from the book. And now that I've graduated I'm wondering what to do next. I'm going to start a blog where I can continue experimenting with type. It's creative and cathartic. And I really like doing it. So I figure, "why not?"

I whispered, "I am too young," And then, "I am old enough"; Wherefore I threw a penny To find out if I might love. "Go and love, go and love, young man, If the lady be young and fair." Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny, I am looped in the loops of her hair. O love is the crooked thing, There is nobody wise enough To find out all that is in it, For he would be thinking of love Till the stars had run away And the shadows eaten the moon. Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny, One cannot begin it too soon. "Brown Penny," W.B. Yeats My goodness, I love this poem.

In the past two days I think I've spent more time on here than I did all Spring semester. I've finally begun to put my design work from school on here. And it's weird; I have all of these fragmented ideas for projects that are on the verge of maturing and I can't wait for them to do so...but in the meantime there all of these pieces floating around on paper, in notebooks, on my computer, in my head...  As it stands right now, I'm up to my elbows in particles of tiny things that I've begun over the past year.  I almost feel guilty because it would appear that I do absolutely nothing with typography, photography, and paint, aside from what I