Consejos para designersConsejos para designers6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
10 cosas que no te enseñan en tu escuela de diseño
El paso del mundo académico al laboral es siempre difícil, particularmente para quienes trabajamos en el campo del diseño porque nos vemos obligados a aprender las condiciones en las que se trabaja sobre la marcha.
Este post recoge 10 cosas que habitualmente no te enseñan pero deberías saber para dar el salto al mundo profesional.
1. Tu diploma no te ayuda a encontrar trabajo
Pero tu portafolio sí. Por supuesto que es bueno tener una educación en diseño y un título que lo pruebe, pero cuando se trata de obtener dinero de tus clientes ellos quieren ver de lo que eres capaz, no un diploma.
2. El buen diseño lleva tiempo, no fijar fechas límites muy ajustadas
Cuando estás en la escuela de diseño los profesores fijan las fechas de entrega de los trabajos y tratan de darte el tiempo suficiente. Tu jefe o tu cliente no serán como tu profesore
GuiltTying me down with a red-hot wireGuilt6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Playing off some ambient Eno tune
About a summer sun and silver moon
I looked in a broken shard of glass
And looked at the face smiling back at me
Moving beyond my past
The scent of it still lingers
The sound of it still wavers
Radio airwaves send static through the air
Playing off some rock 'n' roll Elvis tune
Under a blistering sun and blood red moon
I look into the glare of a placid lake
And I look into the face that betrayed me
I try to forget about being awake
The scent of morning still lingers
The sound of mourning still wavers
There's more, I'm sure, what I die for
There's more, not sure, what I lie for
Every hour is a long, drawn out confession
As the preacher drills into me my damnation
I sit still, staring at the sun and slowly going blind
Not really sure of the consequences of my actions
I find that long ago I must have lost my mind
I'm still trying to forget my past
The pain of it still lingers
The noise in my ears still wavers
One of ThoseShe was one of those strange little girls, the kind who never fit in with the dress-wearing ones . . . the ones who played with dolls, braided hair for fun, and talked about being mommies one day. She preferred overalls to little pink sundresses and hiking boots to white Keds. She played with her brothers friends, the only blonde in the roaming pack of testosterone.One of Those5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With her hair pulled tight into a ponytail, she chased the ice cream man and outran the Heinburgs German Shepherds. She leapt over creeks and onto dog piles, having nothing to do with clean games.
The little girls she was predestined to play with called her names whenever she walked by their tea parties. Her revenge was quick, however. One well-placed hit during a cul-de-sac baseball game was all she needed to splatter their dresses and stuffed rabbits with Lipton and send them crying to their mothers.
At night she would escape from her family: a grandmother who said she would die alone, a mother who
MELTYearning for youMELT4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Longing for your intimacy
Being easy lover
Ahriman's dividing us
Cold steel vacuum
Never among them
Never within you
Different, difficult / The mood, the mind
Mortified by your sunshine / I have stones in my eyes
I do not have a face / I only have a hand
The ambivalence of narcissistic fierceness
Been too long and deep in the darkness / To reach out again
Can't exhale / Just inhale morphed reality flow
Borderline dystopia / Dysfunction
Where do you all live, wonderful unfamiliar aliens?
The color of waterHe takes my hand and plants heat in my palm.The color of water6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Hurry, hurry, he urges me and his voice is distant and warm.
Its June but there are no crickets chirping. The air has turned into tulle and swallows veil themselves in pink and gray. The ground opens greedy under our feet as we run, we stumble into her hunger for moons and craters, for dirt. Its swollen and clods like balloons creak in the dense dusk and fill the clouds. We spoon them in our soles, the rain forks them. Were cols of paper, flushes of spilt milk and our lines disappear as the water keeps overwriting. Were bronchi, fleshy and bloody and white with air and the air thumps around us like a big heart, dipping into the ground and popping out as she spits it, crying all the names of the sun. It embraces her like a lusty lover, howling, moaning, screaming, returns her to her most savage and frantic desire breathe, breathe, breathe. A million little lungs.
He drags me into the small hut and we
It's All That Will RemainI sit and stare at a decreased horizonIt's All That Will Remain4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mocked by improvement,
Devoured by development.
I sit and stare at the grass, once so green
Now yellow, as the light from dusk
mixes with light from the street lamps,
The cold sentinels, lining the streets.
I sit on an island of life,
designed for aesthetics,
I stare at the advancing
Stone and tar
Hungry for more.
A last refuge for life,
In the cities of the dead.
I Used To BeOur toes are making tidal waves in the water, dusk-dazed legs dangling from the pier, as she rests her head on my shoulder. Hair the color of cedar bark, and as fine as spider silk, tickles my chin, as she lifts her cheek.I Used To Be4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My eyelids, pinned down by fireflies and dying embers, open sleepily, and I scan her body, a slender silhouette against the burning sunset. "I used to be a mermaid." Her lips, the pale pink of a catfish belly, whisper to me, as fingertips brush the white tips of persistent waves.
I can't manage more than a drowsy, "Oh?" captivated by the curve of her back, bent so can whisper to the waves, and the quiet melody she produces with her words.
"Mhmm." It's more of a sigh, dripping with longing, that splashes into the warm water, and caresses our feet. "But they caught me in their nets. I remember the sudden change of current, and the sweeping green mesh that stole me out of my waters. Their wide eyes, and grimy fingers, insistent on poking and prodding my every limb. They
HappinessI was born in a cell,Happiness3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Built by my father.
Raised on a steady diet,
Of poverty and piety.
I was born wrong.
I grew up with no mouth,
No friends to hear my voice.
I searched for a man to love me,
Like my daddy never could.
I worked on assembly lines,
A human slave in a steel world.
I hid my hate from the system,
And it learned to love me.
I took it softly in my hands,
And bent it to submission.
I tore down factories,
And made grass grow.
I showed the world feathers,
and lace and buttons and leather,
Turquoise and Taupe and Vermillion,
I taught awkward boys to dance,
Cold girls to love. Liars to tell the truth,
And killers to live.
When my day was ending,
And on my bed I was growing paler,
I lifted myself one more time,
Happiness is something to be worked for.
Devil In The Details - Chpt 1My alarm shrieked at me from across the room while I struggled to disentangle myself from my sheets. Finally free I stomped across to my desk and hit the off button. I'm not a great morning person. In fact, I should probably come with a warning label of some kind. But it suits my line of work, after all very few of the malevolent supernatural set I have encountered tend to put a foot out of line before sundown.Devil In The Details - Chpt 15 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I looked at my bed, briefly considering making it before I took a shower. The ache in my muscles and the lingering smell of cigarette smoke in my hair strong-armed the faint domestic feelings back into submission. I stepped into the shower and let the hot water pour over me. The water pummelled my tired shoulders and I let the heat soak into my skin. I shouldn't have even been working last night, but I couldn't resist getting a little bit of extra practice in before tonight. Strictly off the books of course. Squires aren't supposed to hunt solo. But following orders isn't one of
Fate SmiledFate Smiled7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That day I saw you,
That wondrous day when fate smiled at me,
Was the day I knew what it meant to live.
There was something in the way you greeted me,
The way your eyes saw my soul like no other before,
That assured my heart it was safe with you.
You were just like me,
Self-broken and falling apart.
None of us knew the answers,
But we knew we could journey together in search of them.
Together we healed:
Holding each other's hearts in trembling hands.
Knowing no matter the distance between us,
We had finally found that one thing we desired:
with an absentminded smileShe hands me my school uniform; it is warm like crumpets fresh from the toaster. Another winter, another year to my small collection and she still does this every day.with an absentminded smile6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It doesn't matter that my feet are nearly as big as hers or that I'm too old for dolls or lego; this was like nestling in her arms when I was twenty inches long, soothed by the soft humming of a lullaby - that she told me later on was a Phil Collins song, not a nursery rhyme like all the other kids had - whispering memories echoed the name of Crystal, a fellow five year old at school who taught me a real nursery rhyme, Jack and Jill. I thought it was a secret song she'd had made up, but when I told mum she sang along too; and so we hummed together, with tiny specks of caramel dotted around our lips from a treat, which was a congratulations for a certificate of some description.
Though the routine never spoiled the surprise, I worried of a monotonous feeling for her, perhaps she felt like a slave. Maybe when she took my c
HungerHunger12 years ago in Humor More Like This
Lynn had never seen her eat so much. The fish finger entrée, the soup, the salad and lasagne, the two pieces of chocolate cake... Lynn stared at her still half full plate of salad. It was insane. As Clara ordered her third piece of cake, Lynn couldn\'t hold it in any longer.
"What is up with you?" she asked. "I have never seen you eat so much!"
Clara blushed and swallowed. "Well, I am eating for two now..."
Lynn yelled happily. "Oh god! Oh god, you didn't tell me you and Frank were trying to get pregnant! When's it due?"
Clara's blush deepened. "Actually, she said, wiping the chocolate from the corner of her mouth, "I have a tapeworm."
sing me a lullaby.i'll sing you a song.sing me a lullaby.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a sweet lullaby
and ease you to sleep
with innocent words.
and when you wake
you'll play the piano
in the other room
and hum along to the
tune i wrote for you.
what a classic love story rhythm.
with that upbeat tempo
and graceful harmony.
but you and i, we seem
like more of a tragic symphony.
you know, like the one's
played during the climax of
a horror movie.
strum your guitar, love.
it sounds better when i plug
my ears with the words you've
spoken a million times.
i love you.
i don't think it was ever true.
but keep writing that song,
it's extremely condescending.
and maybe, just maybe i'll
begin to believe it.
and then you can crush me with the truth of that lie.
RainbowsThere's nothing that makes my heart grow cold more than waking up to blank slate grey skies,Rainbows4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Remembering that just after you've come, you'll leave me again.
Sitting alone with all my friends at breakfast,
And starting the day just wrong.
Trying my best to smile for crowds with indistinct crowds,
Warming milk and trying not to stare into space.
Moving in the same patterns over and over,
In an ambivalent dance of monotony,
As thought it'd make time drip at all.
Just as the sun fills half the sky,
All that I can look forward to is walking home in the rain.
But then the weather turns just when you touch me,
And at the end of the light you'd bring me all the colours,
And that would be enough.
All I WantAll I WantAll I Want5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You're leaving?" Ichigo asked, he not only looked, but he SOUNDED like a sad puppy, she giggled, "Just for a few hours, I'll be back by Christmas ok?" "Christmas is tommorrow morning... can't you wait until I can come with you?" he pouted, she giggled, "I just have to run to the Soul Society so I can tell Brother about the rock you gave me," she said, tapping on her engagement ring, "Tell him over the phone like you did everyone else!!" he complained, she giggled, "Now that is rude Ichigo, he's my brother, he desevres to be told in person," "You better be back here by tommorrow morning," she smiled, "I'll be here before you wake," she stated, placing a chaste kiss on the lips and leaping out the window, he sighed and watched her tiny body disapear through the snow, "It's six o'clock now... she better be back in the next six hours..." he muttered
Ichigo glanced at the clock, "10:00 ... And she still isn't back...." he mumbeled, he had been doing nothing but waiting for her f
I Was ThereI was there when Horus killed the Emperor.I Was There3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was there when Temeraire hatched.
I was there when Harry heard the words "yer a wizard."
I was there when Dresden brought down lightning.
I was there when the 597th Valhallan was formed.
I was there for the First Founding of Tanith.
I was there for the Big Bang.
I was there when Horus killed the Emperor.
I was there when Captain Laurence became a prince.
I was there when Prongs ran again.
I was there to see Sue hunt again.
I was there to see Cain's Last Stand - both of them.
I was there to see Tanith fought for.
I was there to see the first stars ignite.
I was there when Horus killed the Emperor.
I was there when treason saved the dragons.
I was there when war came to Hogwarts.
I was there when Dresden used the knife.
Ever Notice?--1You Ever Notice? part-1Ever Notice?--15 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You ever notice, some people think it's cool to be crazy? Really, they think it makes them 'unique' or something. They say it jokingly, most people. But some of them, they take pride in it. They think they're just getting the biggest compliment when someone says they're nuts. It means they stand out, it means they have something people notice.
Now, real crazy people, they don't want you to know they're crazy. That is, if they know themselves. I guess I can't say that, I'm not crazy myself, but I know some people, and they just don't want people to notice. Take this girl. She's right down the street from me, year older, always has been. She's fucking insane. You know how I know? Because she's so. Perfectly. Bland. She doesn't stand out a bit, you wouldn't notice her in a crowd of one. You can't
Last KissShe thought her love for him was slowly fadingLast Kiss7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As she stood beneath the stars
For as she Gazed within his eyes
It was only then she worked out
She did not know him
As she thought she did
For his eyes were like
An ocean deep beneath its waves
The darkness they held were everlasting
Holding mysteries and years
She had not seen before
She had thought it meant she did not love him
She whispered into his ear
I do not love you anymore
She knew then
She had broken his heart into a million pieces
For there upon his eyelid lay a sparkling tear
She had never before seen a tear in his eye
It turned her heart to ice
He took her hand and kissed it
Unknown to her
This was the last kiss he would ever give to a soul
For he ran into the ocean
And disappeared within its waves
She stood there
The memory of his last kiss
Graved within her heart and soul forever
She lay upon the soft yellow sand
And gazed sadly towards the stars
And wept until she could not weep no more
She knew she had killed the only sou
Evitar el estancamientoEvitar el estancamiento5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Consejos para evitar el estancamiento artístico
He visto últimamente como personas se han quedado estancadas, y en verdad, me da mucha lástima. He notado que estas personas tienen algunas características en común, puedo mencionar:
*Miedo al cambio
*No aceptan que están estancados
*Siempre hacen las cosas de igual manera
*Jamás experimentan algo nuevo.
Recuerdo que, hace algunos años atrás, personas dibujaban a mi mismo nivel y luego yo los sobrepasé, y estas personas, no echaron ni para atrás ni para adelante. También, hay personas que me superaron bastante y las admiro por eso, y, siempre, les apoyo para que se adelanten más que yo. Por eso, decidí darles algunos consejos para personas que están "estancadas artísticamente".
Si te sientes "estancado artísticamente, bien por ti. Estás en el primer paso del cambio, porque
somewhere in betweenYoure the little placesomewhere in between6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Between awake and asleep:
I remember dreaming.
1. How It's DoneI bury my hands in my pockets and breathe in the crisp morning air. Dried autumn leaves crunch under my feet as wind blows in my hair, whispering for me to turn back. I shake the chills and keep glacing back. I can't help but feel that I'm being followed. I look up to ugly grey sky and challenge the dark clouds, daring them to do their worst. I wouldn't care if I were suddenly drenched in rain. At this point I might even stand my ground, staring blankly up into the sky with my mouth open and drown myself. I heard chickens die that way.1. How It's Done6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I step meekly into the corner deli. Stomach says feed me, feet say yeah and all of the sudden there are breads and cheeses and fancy little cakes everywhere. Damnit. I don't have 5 bucks to my name. Not 2, even. I figure if I dig all the change out of my pockets, drop it on the counter and say : "One of everything, please!" They might think I'm charming and spare me something. My guardian taught me that. He also taught me to act, which has
MindMeldI undressed your mindMindMeld8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I helped you shed that little off the shoulder number,
then the stockings, the heels, all the rest...
Your thoughts stood naked before me
Beautiful to look at, they were
they shone like diamonds -
every inkling twinkled
My own thoughts joined with them
our brains together in perfect union
a heady display of affection
we wrapped around each other's lobes
forgetting to come up for air
the room swirled in a million togetherthoughts
then stopped -
breathlessly we looked at each other
knowing we need look no further
for psychic salvation.
I kissed your temple tenderly
as you lay in my arms -
The search was over.