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showertime perceptivity and its greatest gift to me

Cameron Moll, blogger and web standards pioneer, wrote this week about the epiphanies had “under the cadence of falling water”–in the shower.

Moll explains, in what I believe to be one of his best posts of all time, how the self-imposed interruption of taking a shower gives a moment for uninterrupted passive thought–where the body’s business with the monotonous activity of cleaning itself leaves the brain is left to carelessly wander–often in ways that yeild answers sought or frees blocked creativity.  He cites the work of Edward de Bono and Professor Lajos Székely, who described the creative pause, and Moll makes a case for a shower being a perfect creative pause.

I say: Brilliant!

Often times, when lost in creative block I head to the shower.  It seems natural for me, I guess.  Some of my greatest ideas come as a result of a peaceful warm shower (or cool shower if after a hot summer day in AZ).  One in particular stands out, because not only do I consider it one of my favorite moments of creativity ever, but also because I made a big deal about it coming to me in the shower.

My friend Kieran Thompson and I were hanging out an Order of the Arrow event in spring 2006 when we discussed a competition coming up for the 2006 National Order of the Conference (NOAC).  The shows committee was holding a short-film competition and he and I decided to go for it.  The prizes were cool: front-row seating at one of the arena shows for our entire group and our film being shown to the whole conference.  We planned a day to do it, and then didn’t speak for six weeks.

The night before we were going to see each other, we didn’t have a story.  I had to come up with one.  As I packed my bags for the trip I would depart for the next day, I mulled it over.  Finally, in the shower before bed, the night before I left, it came to me.  The story was perfect for the theme, and it was a hit with Kieran.  After a little bit of further development with my partner, we made the film and it won.  Now “No Sash, No Flap, No Service” is immortalized on YouTube, though if you are unfamiliar with the Order of the Arrow, it may seem confusing to you.

Mr. Moll put into words and then explained something that I have believed for a long time, and while I read his well thought article my dittos were following every sentence.  I believe wholeheartly that taking a shower is a great way to open your mind to its creative side, and that the showertime perceptivity reaps great rewards.

So much to write and comment on, so little time

I am not dead and I still blog, just a bit less. As the end of the semester approaches and my busy season for both jobs approach, I don’t expect the every-other-day regularity to resume until after the new year. T-Shirt tuesday will continue, but not every week, and I have six drafted blog posts coming soon. Keep checking back.

four pennies

The other day on my way home from school I stopped at a convenience store to get a dollar hotdog for lunch.  As I approached the entrance to the store, a brief glint, dull and with a reddish color, caught my eye, drawing my attention–if only for a moment–away from the delicious hotdog awaiting me in the store. A penny was on the ground.  Though the purchase power of smallest denomination of US currency is minimal in these times, a penny (to me) is still worth more than the energy I would expend by kneeling down to collect it, so I postponed my hunger for a few moments to pick up the little guy.

With my attention now on the hot cement outside the convenience store, I noticed that my orphaned penny had three brothers with him.  How odd, I thought, to find four pennies at once.  While finding a penny or two is not uncommon, finding four is indeed very uncommon. I collected the four brothers and gave them a new home in my pocket.  I reoriented myself on my hunger destruction mission and entered the store, hotdogs on my mind.  While pouring my drink, I thought about the pennies.  Only one time before can I remember finding four pennies at once… and that was a decade and a half ago.

Four Cents by flickr user JeremyBrooks

"Four Cents" by flickr user JeremyBrooks

Both my Mom and my Dad had a goal to complete a College degree.  In the economy of the mid-to-late eighties, raising a family was hard, not to mention trying to go to school at the same time.  They each worked hard, my Mom worked full-time to pay most of the bills and then cared for the kids while my Dad worked part time jobs and went to school.  He flunked out of university courses, due to a mix of his long aversion to traditional education and the strain of juggling life with school.  He found a second chance at a private alternative university, a new thing in those days.  My mom was concerned that a degree from an institution like his wouldn’t count in the real world, but they were assured to the contrary, and essentially lied to.  Bachelor’s degree in hand, he couldn’t find a job in his field.  Dad went back to an hourly assistant manager job at a restaurant and did small-time home-based work on the side.  His break would come, but it would take a few years, and in the meanwhile we kids looked forward to his Monday and Tuesday days off.

1993 was host one of the hottest summers ever.  It was so hot that the airport was closed down because the air safety controllers were unsure about the safety of flying jumbo jets in 120 degree and greater heat.  People stayed indoors, including the kids of the Scott clan.  We likely drove mom crazy.  One Monday morning that summer, Dad awoke us before sunrise and instructed us to get dressed… in jeans.  We protested, I am sure, probably whining that it would be too hot for jean.  We didn’t know that, where we were going, we needed jeans.

My Dad’s spontaneity (or impulsiveness–depending on who you ask) made my childhood exciting.  Days like this, where we’d pack up and go somewhere without warning, occurred with regularity.  We’d sometimes be gone, without warning, for days.  During my early teens, my friends couldn’t understand how we could do that, but I’d make the same statements of their rigid school, sports, and karate schedule instead.  This spontaneous day trip was before those more complicated times, though, and is actually one of the first I have memories of.  This day, we got in the car headed the mountains where the air was cooler and my siblings and I needed jeans, to a town with a funny name in high country of Arizona, where the heat was less and the air was fresh.

I fell asleep in the car, and in the hour or so we drove, the sun rose.  I remember us stopping for gas, and my groggily asking, “are we there yet?”, only to fall back asleep before the answer was given.  We arrived in the town with the funny name and had breakfast.  “Where are we dad?”, we’d ask.  “Strawberry!”, he’d reply, and then we kids would giggle.  I don’t remember much more of that day, except what happened right after breakfast.

Shortly after we left the restaurant, while still in the parking lot, my brother found a penny.  Keeping in mind how I feel about pennies today, imagine how big it was to find a penny as a seven-year-old kid!   My feelings of envy were short-lived, because just left of his shoe was a second penny, and this one was mine.  Careful not tip him off, I dove down for it, and bounced back with my own penny.  Now both of us were cheering.  My four year-old sister started walking in circles around the parking lot, obviously looking for her own.  Dad suggested we help her.

By now, my Mom and baby sister, who had fallen behind the rest of the pack, made their way to the parking lot.  Upon being told what all the commotion was about, baby sister and mom joined in the treasure hunt.  Sure enough, my middle sister found her penny.  And she too cheered.  Though only two, baby sister wanted in on the fun.  While I doubt she understood the value of a penny (ha, like I really did at that time too!), to her it was likely even more important to find a penny too, just so she could join the not-so-elusive club of lucky Scott kids who found pennies that morning.  Moments later, my Dad called baby sister over to where he was standing, and pointed out a fourth penny.

Prizes in hand, we loaded into the car.

By now my soda is overflowing.  As I put a cap on the drink, a smile crossed my face.  Not because of a happy memory, though happy it is indeed, but because 14 years gave me a new perspective on that memory.  I realized that it was very unlikely that four pennies were on the ground that day.  There were only two on the ground when our family arrived for our unexpected treasure hunt, but by the time we left, four had been recovered.  It wasn’t luck.  It wasn’t magic.  Those last two pennies made their way onto the asphalt for my two sisters to find because of love, because, to my dad, the joys of his children we far more valuable than the pennies weighing down my father’s pocket.

Today it has been over a year since I have seen my Dad.  It has been even longer than that since I have known him.  His body now is like a spoilt onion, each layer more disgusting than the next.  Though his body still walks the earth, his blood still flows through the veins, and his shell still identifies itself with the same name, the being that was my dad has been long gone.   No pennies would it drop for me.

I hold out hope though, at least for his salvation, at most for a chance to thank him and love him once more.  I know that underneath the façade of lies that disguises his illness—his addictions—and its disgusting symptoms, inside his shell, hiding in the shadow of his overwhelming ego, is a bruised and battered soul; a soul that is lost, a soul that is hurting, a soul that loves me still.  As the shell comes to term with its mortality, and its demons come to term with their fates, I pray that his soul finds peace.  I hold out hope, the long shot that it is, that before its too late, that the illness is cured—and not in remission because it has come back before—so that the lies are no longer needed and that the ego will step aside and the soul will heal and retake its role of head of household for his body, and that my dad will be here.  And I’d have many, many pennies for him.

TST week of Oct 21st, featuring “Splatter in D Minor”

My last T-Shirt Tuesday provoked the first discussion in my comments section.  Thanks, it was cool!

This week I want to share some interesting shirts that have come out of this year’s monumental election.

Everyone Poops from Threadless

"Everyone Poops" from Threadless

The picture above is from a recently reprinted Threadless classic, Everyone Poops. Its reprint is timely, considering the peoples overwhelming distaste of and distrust in the United State’s Federal Government. No one is blameless, per Karl, and he is right that that shirt has a serious point behind a goofy design.

A spoof on Obamas name and done for the St Patricks Day holiday.

A spoof on Obama's name and done for the St Patrick's Day holiday.

All over the t-shirt world this year can you find politics (not to say politics isn’t anywhere else, haha, if only!). The topics range from pro-unity, to pro-insert-candidate-name, to deeply partisan, to extremely apathetic. As a person who follows politics, I take note of these shirts, and sometimes buy them. I am proud owner of one of the best “know your audience” political shirts of all time, Obama’s “O’Bama” St Patrick’s Day shirt, aimed at the strong Irish population in Ohio and the neighboring states, from back during the primaries in March. I made an impulse buy of a campaign joke shirt too, in the McCain: 1908 shirt from Busted Tees. But for the most part, I have avoided spending too much on election tees, because on November 5th they will go out of style and, at $15 a shirt, just a few weeks of wear is not cost effective.

Obama is extremely popular in the t-shirt world, probably because youth (especially the liberal group of artists and thinkers who make t-shirt designs) primarily identify with Obama as opposed to McCain.  Some really nice pro-Obama shirts have come out this summer and fall.  I have previously mentioned such shirts as the Prez Dispenser, Barackin’ the Free World, and Captain Obama.  Recently, message related shirts like this one has also shown up.

McCain is at a disadvantage in this market because all the artists are making Obama shirts instead.  I haven’t seen many pro-McCain shirts that are also aesthetically unique, but I have seen more than a few McCain jokes.  Sarah Palin has been especially the brunt of the joke shirts, including the V.I.L.F. shirt, Juno spoof of Palin, Palin Hunter, and more.  Don’t miss Busted Tee’s recent politcal releases, including this one pictured below.

Leaning on Busted Tees

Leaning on Busted Tees

The activist shirts are my favorites, because they are actually promoting involvement, despite the frustration.  Get out the vote shirts are everywhere, and some are even crude (”Please F**king Vote”) in getting their point across.  Busted tees suggests that if you don’t want to feel like an asshole, you should vote (check it out).

Tee designers are putting out quite a few shirts that mock the process.  American frustration in the electoral process is apparent.  Not including the “Everyone Poops” shirt, here are some: “Never Underestimated the Power of Stupid People in Large Groups” (iteration 1, 2, & 3), “Good Things About Conservatives/Liberals“, and I’ll Regret our Association When I’m Running for President, the latter an obvious spoof and/or protest of the anything-is-relevant attack-dog politics played by politicians in the US.

And for all those fed up with it all: here are two apathetic election shirts for you: “A New Hope” and “Bigfoot/Nessie 08″.  This year’s election has produced some interesting shirts for sure.

This week I’ll be featuring one of my favorite shirt designs of all time, one I have previously mentioned here, a Threadless classic: Splatter in D Minor.

Splatter in D Minor by Threadless

Splatter in D Minor by Threadless

Threadless is to blame for my becoming a t-shirt addict.  Upon discovering the wonderful, artistic tees being produced by Threadless, I broke the ice and bought my first one almost two years ago.  Then I bought another, and then another, and then I started participating in the threadless community, where the community picks what the company turns into a tee shirt.  During the first time I voted for a slate of designs, I saw a design called “Splatter in D Minor“.  Of all the shirts designs I’ve voted for on Threadless or any other t-shirt design community/competition website like it, I have never since wanted a shirt design to be win–so I could later own it of course–more than I wanted ‘Splatter’.  The community agreed with me, and a few weeks after my vote, my shirt was on its way.  During the recent Threadless $13 sale, I picked up a second, because my first had faded a bit.

Splatter in D Minor by Threadless

Splatter in D Minor by Threadless

When I first saw ‘Splatter‘, my mind went crazy.  It inspired so many thoughts and ideas, both abstract and concrete.  It made me think about the great song writers, and how they refine rough ideas into order… into great music.  It made me think of how Beethoven wrote music after he lost hearing by laying his forehead on the piano and feeling the tones.  I was reminded of the famous Beatles song, “A Day in the Life”, which features and odd orchestral bit that is difficult to describe but on paper would look the splatters on this shirt.  And then it made me think of order in choas, the principle I believe God used when designing the world.  This art also visualizes something like a reverse-entropy, or chaos becoming order, an idea which, without a God, should be impossible.  So, in a way, this shirt also helps me visualize some of the qualities of my faith.  All that, and it looks freaking great.

Clearly, this shirt is my favorite piece in my collection.  Though it has sold out at least once, it is currently still available on threadless, and I highly recommend you pick it up.  This shirt will likely be inducted into the Threadless hall of fame, if and when such a thing is ever established by the company.

Get “Splatter in D Minor” on Threadless

Splatter in D Minor by Threadless

Splatter in D Minor by Threadless

war stories

There are two kinds of poker players in the world.  The first kind is the poker player who wins some and loses some, in the long run probably loses or breaks even, and plays for the fun and fellowship of it.  The second kind is the elite group of players whose skill has given them an edge on luck and they win in the long run.  While I haven’t met one of the 10% or so who belong to the latter group, I know many of the others who play for fun.  We all have something in common, whether we win or lose, we remember those crazy hands that got us there, and we love to talk about them.

My good friend Jeff plays poker, but since we live 41 miles away from each other we only play together (or against each other, I guess) about 5-6 times a year.   Though our friendship goes much deeper than poker, poker helps us keep connected, and when we are not playing against each other, we are usually complaining or boasting about our games against others.  These infrequent emails are our war stories, and far-fetched they sometimes are.

But honestly, we all do it, not just Jeff and I.  Sharing war stories is half the fun of social poker play.  I have two friends that I frequent the local Indian casinos with and usually we carpool.  The highlight of each trip is discussing our antics on the drive home.  We boast about the big wins and lick our wounds from the big losses, and finally decide if the night was worth it.  We usually decide affirmatively.

A whole magazine is dedicated to poker war stories, Card Player Magazine.  A free version is usually available at card rooms around the valley, so I pick it up when I can hoping to gain something out of reading it or, if not something of value, at least a moment or two of entertainment.  While these war stories are from the pros–that 10% elite group–they still carry the same vocabulary of my emails with Jeff and my conversations with my friends.  Terms like “he chased”, “sucked it out”, “got lucky”, “played it right”, “no regrets”, “trapped him”, “read him right/wrong” and “I’d do it again” are all over those pages.

And that is what makes poker fun, not just winning or losing, but breaking it down in the end.  War stories from a poker table are the prize that even the loser can win every time he plays.

a bus breakdown, aka the inevitable, and my role as hero

One of the myths Phoenicians have about riding their bus system is that the busses break down, a lot.  To that I retort: so do cars.  A possible bus breakdown never worried me, because the way I saw it, if the bus broke down it would indeed be an inconvinience, but one that I can handle and one that doesn’t cost me the same as my car breaking down. Today I had a breakdown, and lets just say I handled it.

I take one of three busses on my way to and from school every day.  Two are actual city busses, which charge a fare and travel long distances, and one is a free local neighborhood shuttle.  I take a bus almost every day I attend class, only foregoing it to ride my bike instead.  On days when time is of the essence, I drive to and park at the Tempe Library and ride the Orbit Jupiter neighborhood shuttle or my bike to campus, and on days when I have the time I’ll save the gas and pick up a city bus at a terminal close to my home.

Today I was taking my favorite city bus, the 72N from its point of origination near my home.  The 72N that originates at 7:39 AM is operated by an eastern european immigrant with a strong accent.  His speech is slightly broken, often missing articles and using odd verb conjugations, making a conversation with him sometimes funny.  As I boarded the bus, it was completely off.  Unusual, I thought, since often the driver will leave the engine idling during stops for reasons I assume to include keeping the AC operational and the desiel engine warm.  As we neared the departure time, our driver had to exit the bus, walk to the back, and start the engine manually from the behind.  Again, unusual, why did he start it from the back?

We were doing fine for most of the trip, cruising along with far fewer stops than normal.  I was happy; I’d be early.  As the bus crossed over the US-60 freeway, I looked down on the stop-and-go traffic and thought “ha, you’re wasting gas and not moving, I’m saving gas and moving”.  Ironic was the timing of such a thought.  Immediately atfer the bus completed crossing the US-60, which I’ve observed as the point where the bus begins to achieve its daily goal of become a sardine can for its riders, the AC died.  Before I had time to fully comprehend the consequences of a standing room only bus without AC, the engine completely failed.  We came to a complete stop, ironically, at a bus stop.

Peoples faces displayed signs of panic, distress, and frustration.  I knew that a good thrid of the bus was en-route to ASU and some of those students had assignments due or tests today, myself included.  I had plenty of time before class, so I wasn’t worried, but I couldn’t let this cause me to be late.  I did the typical boy scout thing and analyzed the situation.  Though I had a general idea, I didn’t know exactly where I was at the moment.  While the operator was behind the bus trying to get it to start, I weighed my options.  I figured that I was probably close enough to bike all the way there, I could call my grandfather who lived down the road, or I could wait for the next bus and be a little late.  The starter was chugging but the engine wasn’t turning over.  I hadn’t settled on anything yet, but I wanted my solution to also aid the other distressed students stuck in the bus.  I decided I needed to first figure out where I was.  I got up and got a look out the front window.  The driver walked back onto the bus and announced, “We’re not moving for while now.”  The funny way he said it, combined with his accent, earned a weak chuckle from most of the distraught riders.  I laughed too, but not just at the driver, also at the realization where I was… about 1/8 mile from the Tempe Library where, as I said above, I pick up the free neighborhood shuttle on a regular basis.  I had found the solution.

People were stirring in their seats and some were asking the driver how long the rescue bus would be only to be further frustrated by his answer of “at least 20 minutes”.  I realized that I needed to leave soon to catch the next Orbit Jupiter, and fufilling my desire to also aid the other ASU students, I stood up and announced the solution, “If you’re going to ASU, you can take the Orbit with me, it’ll get us there faster”.  The driver, as if it were his idea, echoed me, “Oh, the Jupiter get you there fast!”  One guy behind me said aloud, “I am following this guy, he knows whats going down.”  I stepped off the bus, got my bike, and looked behind me to see 15 or so people following my lead.

From there the rest is history.  Under my lead, the students followed me to the bus stop and we hopped on the Jupiter.  Because of the influx of 72N orphans, the Jupiter filled up much faster than normal, meaning we passed many upset people at bus stops further down the road.  We arrived on campus with 10 minutes to spare, and one chick announced that I was her hero.  “Thanks, I guess,” I muttered, and the 15 students I “saved” rushed off to class.

quarter of the way there and a sharp dose of reality

I really thought I’d be writing more about school life on this blog, but I find I am not.  So here is my forced attempt at fixing that problem.

ASU student: Jeremy Scott

ASU student: Jeremy Scott

As of this week I am in my sixth week of school.  Last week I completed the first round of tests in all my classes.  I had widely mixed results.  In my Financial Analysis class (FIN302) I am currently sitting at 100%.  I am glad, it is a business school general education requirement and my instructor challenged us to beat the one honors student, and I did (ha ha).  In my Financial Institutions class (FIN331) I am at 72%… below my standards for sure but easy to recover and I have the option of dropping this class without consequence for reasons I will explain later.  Finally, in International Management (MGT 302)… um, er, 60%.  If you’re reading this and you know me at all, that 60% is my first, and hopefully my last D grade on a major assignment in college.

I am taking only three classes this semester.  I purposely set this schedule for a few reasons… first I was at the time very unsure about my major, second I was a little concerned about my ability to balance work, university courses, and home life, so I wanted to take it easy, and third, “easy” to me would still have been 12 credit hours, but I couldn’t find 4 classes because of my late registration.

Lets take some baby steps through these bits of personal history that led me here.

WP Carey School of Business at ASU

WP Carey School of Business at ASU

Leading up to my “graduation” at MCC, I was dead-set on a Business Management degree.  That is what I was working towards.  My career goal is Socially Responsible Entrepreneur and I thought Business Management would have been for me.  An acquaintance of mine who is a WP Carey School alum suggested I was down the wrong path, as the Business Management degree at ASU teaches you middle management for a Fortune 500 company, not how to start and grow your own company.  I chewed on this, and changed to Finance as I felt that of the other choices I could have made, Finance could offer me the most useful toolkit for my career goal.  But the decision was one that never sat well with me.

As I had previously alluded to, it took an act of God to get my university registration through the red tape, so by the time I was able to register for classes, already late into July, I found most classes full.  I was luckily able to register in two business gen. ed. courses but was also forced to take one Finance-only course.  In my first day of classes, my Finance 302 professor told me a story of his days as an undergrad and how he chose a marketing course as a last-semester business school elective only to find that his “numbers based” mind could note cope in the “creative based” marketing course.

While everyone else (all Finance majors) were laughing, I was horrified.  While I am proficient with numbers, I hate them.  I am a deeply creative person, from writing to web design to creative problem solving.  His unsolicited insight into his past prophesied an opposite like story for my future as a Finance major.  I knew right then that Finance was not my major… I don’t love numbers and I am very creative!

I left that class, found the student lounge, and logged into the student services web site.  While downloading the course requirements for Marketing, Management, and Supply Chain Management, I found a new Business Management in Entrepreneurship degree.  It was tailor-made for me.  It turns out that during my one-year break from school, WP Carey school added the new major.  Three weeks later, I was transferred into the program with no looking back.

So anyway, here I am, a quarter way through my first semester at ASU.  My major is changed and my grades gave me a sharp dose of reality that university requires a different kind of student than junior college.  With  mixed results heading into midterms I face some real challenges to my future as a scholarship-funded student.  Where do I go from here?

Back to School Tomorrow

Back to School Tomorrow

In FIN 302: Financial Analysis it will be full speed ahead.  My comfort with numbers and my intuitive understanding of ratios will guide me to a curve-setting grade.  My instructor is brilliant, an excellent lecturer, and uses slideshows, tests, and quizzes he wrote himself.  He is a fair grader and a great teacher.  My plan is keep it up and relax at the end of the semester with a strong grade.

In MGT 302: International Business I will need some adjustments in study habits. Now that I am in a management sub-major it is critical that I turn this grade around.  I am allowed to drop one test so I figure if I can excel in the other three tests, I’ll be able to put the D behind me.  I have met up with a small student study group that I plan to study with for the future tests, and given the additional attention I intend to dedicate to course, I am sure I can turn this around.

FIN 332 Financial Institutions I am not as sure about.  The teacher is frustrating me because he is modifying the university approved syllabus and literally ignoring the book because he feels that the news on the economy is rewriting the book.  I agree that the changes in the economy will result in a drastically rewritten book in the next edition, I don’t think this loose-cannon approach to teaching is a better alternative.  If his tests get easier because they are primarily current events based, I will be able to turn it around, but if he continues to dabble around reading Wall St Journal articles and then test me on book content, I will drop this class and face no consequence, as the class doesn’t count in my new major.

So, here we go, onto the rest of the semester.

TST featuring “Most Deadly”

Welcome to another installment of T-Shirt Tuesday.  This time, I’d like to offer a shout-out to a couple of t-shirt blogs I frequently read for news and sales information:

  • First is tcritic, written by a great guy named Karl.  Tcritic gets about 8 posts a week, considerably less than other t-shirt blogs, but each is full quality information.  Karl regularly rewards his readers for involvement in his blog, either through tipping him off to t-shirt news, participating in the comments, or playing his contests with gift certificates to Threadless and other sites.  Also, Karl recently crossed over from t-blogger to t-maker when he introduced the funny and timely Prez Dispenser shirt and began his dabbling into t-shirt production.
  • Another favorite of mine is Hide Your ArmsHYA is written by Andy and his blog offers some great insight into international t-shirt sources as well as domestic, since he currently resides overseas–though he is moving to Philadelphia for an internship shortly.  He posts regularly and sometimes writes a lot about the same vendors, but the high load of posts doesn’t mean he lacks quality.  His blog name is actually related to his first love, hoodies, but he takes a break during the summer to write about tees.
  • Finally, Shirts on Sale is an excellent source for saving money.   I should note that they mostly collect headlines from other blogs with the similar news [sources], but as a simple source for cheap designer tees, I love it.

Update: Note that this list is in no way exhaustive, there are hundreds of t-shirt blogs out there, but these three are my favorites for the various reasons listed.

In other news, Design by Humans announced the winners of the DBH $10k contest.  To my surprise my choice, Black Hole Sun, won, but when the graphic was finally translated onto a t-shirt, it is nothing like what I thought.  Compare for yourself:

Black Hole Sun, finalist in the DBH $10,000 Contest
Black Hole Sun concept, as seen when a finalist in the DBH $10,000 Contest
Black Hole Sun, as printed

Where did the blue go?  Where did the fuschia and purple go?  Why bother having us vote on these designs if Design by Humans will then go and drastically alter the design?  I won’t be buying this shirt, which is sad, because I was greatly looking forward to it being printed.

This week’s featured t-shirt is “Most Deadly” by Busted Tees.

Most Deadly by Busted Tees
Most Deadly by Busted Tees

Like I said way back in the first installment of T-Shirt Tuesday, I avoid buying joke t-shirts. I prefer to wear though-provoking clothes, or at the very least, clothes that don’t characterize me as something I am not.  While depending on your personality, the VILF shirt can be pretty funny, I won’t wear it because I see it as only slightly humorous and mostly unintelligent, divisive, and crude, all of which I am not.  But occasionally, I’ll make an exception, and this shirt is one.

Most Deadly T-Shirt by Busted Tees
Most Deadly T-Shirt by Busted Tees

For those of you not from my generation, this shirt likely makes no sense to you. It is based on the life-status bars for the player from the 007 Goldeneye video game of the late 1990’s. This game was “the game” during my early teenage years when I played lots of video games. I was 12 when I got the game in 1998, and I played it with regularity on solo missions or multiplayer deathmatches with friends until I formed my businesses in 2001. One of the greatest accomplishments of my life prior to the success of my business and my earning the eagle scout rank was the day my brother and I beat the hardest side mission in the game and won the most elusive special achievement: invincibility. While Halo now rules the world of first-person multiplayer shooter games, 007 was the trendsetter, changing the way people played multiplayer video games. I feel 007 made social video game play possible.

BustedTees, the maker of numerous stupid joke shirts, produced this one.  I find the quality to be exceptional, and the shirt soft and comfortable.  I have washed the shirt twice and noticed no major fading of ink, something I am always concerned about when buying for the first time from a vendor.  The design, for essentially copying a graphic from a video game, is very nicely done, and I am especially a fan of the dithered colors in the health meters.  For those who don’t know, dithering is a way to blend pixels of two different colors together to create the look of another color.  In the game it was used to simulate a gradient, since 64-bit technology was limited in color choices.  With today’s t-shirt production technology, a gradient would have come out looking really nice, but by using a dithered color pattern it made the design accurate to the original source and also gave it nice detail in an otherwise simple design.

Overall, for breaking my no-joke-shirt rule, I love my choice.  This shirt is a must-buy for all the kids of my generation who grew up shooting their friends to bits with digital bullets on 007 Goldeneye.

Most Deadly detail
“Most Deadly” detail

a plea for civility

Image of early American protesters, dressed in Native American costums, dumping the contents of the recent tea shipment into Boston Harbour.  The protest against the King's taxation would spark a revolution and also begin a rich history of American protest.

The Boston Tea Party.

In the late eighteenth century, a group of protesters dressed as Native Americans boarded a merchant ship and then off loaded its cargo of tea directly into Boston Harbor [1].  That famous protest, known as the Boston Tea Party, became one of the first highlights in America’s rich history of protests and political activism.  Though the issues behind the Tea Party were long ago left in our past, the American protest spirit demonstrated during the Tea Party would perpetuate, each generation adopting a new issue, defining the social growth and progress of a people through its first two centuries.  With leaders such as Fredrick Douglas, Susan B. Anthony, and Martin Luther King, Jr., the protesters persistently, but peacefully, stood for their cause.  The match-ups were often uneven and greatly in favor of the oppressors: the colonists versus the King of England, women versus the male-dominated society/government, slaves and abolitionists versus deeply entrenched slaveholders, the minorities versus segregation and bigotry, and so many more.  Americans’ example of peaceful protest has been compared to, and even may have inspired, worldwide figures like Nelson Mandella, Mahatama Ghandi, and Desmond Tutu, who led social equality revolutions in their own countries.  America would not be where it is today without its protest history, but unfortunately its protest future looks dim.

My observation of recent protest and activist movements in the United States is that the role of aggressor has shifted from the oppressor to the protestor. This shift has occurred at all levels of the community, and now it is like we have taken protest for granted, and have changed it from the peaceful thing it once was into the hate-mongering thing it now is.  This has led to a break-down of civil political discourse in America, and the vicious speech employed by activists only further strengthen the barriers to communication and compromise.  This is especially true recently, as the last few years have seen activists breeding hate and unrest instead of pushing for peace and unity.

Starting at the top, lots of blame is due to the activist groups.  Organizations like PETA take to Washington streets dressed in almost nothing to demand animal rights[2], causing chaos and upsetting order in the process, while groups like Greenpeace vandalize corporate property or disrupt corporate activity[3] in an effort to make a point about that business’s environmental policies.  Meanwhile, groups like the Sierra Club, NRA, etc, pay lobbyists to delay the progress of our laws while their spokespeople bounce from news interviews to press conferences denouncing and embarrassing our elected leaders.  No longer is the protest movement based in the idea of lifting people out of an oppressed state, rather in those seeking further entitlement for causes not nearly important as those of the past.

MLK during the March on Washington.  What would he think of today's protesters and activists?

MLK during the March on Washington. What would he think of today's protesters and activists?

A recent example of a negative aggressive protest group is the PUMA group, or Party Unity My Ass un-Party, a group founded in protest of Hillary Clinton’s departure from/loss of the Democratic presidential primary.  These people spent time, money, and effort trying to undo the loss of their candidate claiming “disenfranchisement” and “deceptive practices”.  Leading up to the Democratic National Convention, they spent their efforts trying to demonize and minimize Obama as a viable candidate, presumably to allow McCain to win and then allow Hillary to run again in 2012.  Most who followed the PUMA movement would agree that it employed bitter, hateful aggression to try and make their point made.  Why?  They would say to make America better, most would say they accomplished the opposite.

Media figureheads who use media outlets as theaters to stage biased presentations of quote-un-quote news and opinion to further their views play a big role in this issue as well.  People like Michael Moore and Ann Coulter, in the name of their political affiliation, resort to lies, half-truths, conspiracies, and viscous verbal attacks to try and demean and beat down the beliefs of the other half of their America.  Meanwhile, Keith Olbermann, Rush Limbaugh, Chris Matthews, and Bill O’Reilly fill their airspace with heavily biased presentations, highlighting news that benefits their views while discarding that which does not and tearing apart their interviewees with different views while spoon feeding easy questions to like-minded interviewees.

Unfortunately, while the likes of media moguls and activist groups spew their vicious, sometimes hateful, words and stir unrest from the pulpit of American media outlets, everyday people express their own one-sided view of the world from the soapbox of blogs and social media websites.  It is there that the divisions are being further deepened, and is it on the web that I see no hope for America’s protest future.

The internet has undoubtedly changed the way my generation communicates with our world.  However, the internet’s greatest asset (and curse), the instant unmoderated flow of information and ideas, has given people the freedom to be as civilized or as barbaric as they choose, and most choose to be barbaric.

Good journalists write and rewrite their pieces, have them reviewed by an editor, and then rewrite it some more.  Their efforts, even if biased, usually are backed by research, offer some dissenting views, and are moderated by editors whose job it is to minimize bias and ensure good research.  Bloggers are rarely good journalists, often citing uncertain sources or unconventional and biased media, if citations are provided at all.  Their words back their own biased opinions and dissenting views are often ignored in favor of progressing their message.  Numerous fallacies are employed, possibly in an effort to throw the readers into an emotional state where they won’t question the work but either agree or dismiss it, or possibly because they know that research is not enough to justify their views.  Yet people consume this new form of media with vigor, hailing it as the future of the media, failing to see it for what it is, while traditional moderated media loses income and market share. Please don’t get me wrong, not every conventional media news article is perfect and not every blogger is biased, but in general what I have observed is supports my beliefs.

For instance, the other day I followed a link to a blog article where the the blogger was response to an accomplished journalist’s opinion piece on Republican Vice Presidental nominee Governor Sarah Palin.  In the opinion piece by Bradley Buston, which the blogger quotes in his post, the journalist explains his fear of us electing another politician unaware of his or her own shortcomings.  In the opinion piece, the journalist references an exchange between ABC’s Charlie Gibson and Gov. Palin during a media interview as evidence to support his belief.  The blogger fundamentally disagrees with the question that Gibson asked of Gov. Palin and therefore he argues that Gov. Palin’s response should not be considered as support to the journalist’s opinion.  But before the blogger even gets to establishing his counter arguement, he first says this of the journalist:

But what about Bradley Buston’s blindness to his own shortcomings: his unjustified certitude, his complacency, his arrogance, and his misinformedness?

How does this ad hominem attack further the message the blogger presenets? I would argue: not at all.  But what is does do is fires up all his like-minded readers while infurates all his those who aren’t.  And fruther down the hole we go.

One of the most common ways a regular American can protest is writing responses or opinion pieces for local to national news outlets.  The blog world has that too, call comments.  But they are abused.  Readers use the freedom of anonymous commenting to attempt, in whatever way possible, to strengthen or defeat the message of the writer.  Commentors carry out their effort by employing fallacy-rich argumentation lacking content but chock-full of unintelligent attacks.  Even after skimming through the heavily moderated comments section of the CNN Political Ticker, I found commentors calling candidates things like McChicken, spineless, and idiotic while accusing them of treason, perjury, and other unethical behavior.  How do these words benefit the discussion or the message?  How do these words strengthen America?  They don’t.  When as few as five years ago if you wanted to comment on a news article or opinion piece, your words were often thought out before submission and then of course moderated by the publisher, today you can respond, if you want, to a piece in seconds.  Nowadays, ones raw emotions can be typed up and submitted before there is a chance for even self-moderation, and then left online and unmoderated in the spirit of free speech.

From the high-profile activist groups, to the media mouguls, citizen journalists, and general people, the American protest and activist spirit has been tarnished by hate-mongering bigoted efforts of aggression.  In allowing our conventional and citizen media to feed us this, and in allowing ourselves to accept it, we are allowing America to deteriorate into a country of hate mongerers and aggressive protestors.  Yet when we turn on the TV and see a rally in Tehran, we express our gratitude for being Americans.  How shorted sighted we are, for if we allow our discourse and protest to further part from the peaceful civil roots it was founded in, we could be there sooner than anyone dares to believe.  I beg of America: civility please.  Let us not forget the responsibility that comes with the power of free speech, lest our abuse of it may lead to its demise.

TST featuring Element Text Mosaic tee

Welcome to T-Shirt Tuesday on Wednesday. Sorry for being a day late, I had the choice of blogging or missing a homework deadline, I picked the responsible avenue.

Before I get to the featured shirt of the week, I got some news and noteworthies from the t-shirt collecting world. First, a web design/digital artist type guy launched a new company called Around Shirts. The site sells shirts inspired by places.  While each of the five designs at site launch are basically the same design with a different location’s name (e.g.: Tokyo, Los Angeles), the premise and about us page suggest some neat designs soon to come.

Kingdom Comes, a Finalist in the DBH $10,000 Contest

Kingdom Comes, a Finalist in the DBH $10,000 Contest

Design by Humans has lately been rather underwhelming in regard to new designs and promotions, but last week broke that trend with a quality release and continued it this week with announcing contest winners.   Released last week and still available is the bold Shark with pixelated teeth (terrible name), and also the mellow and chill I Love Hitchcock.  They have been running a few contests lately, and the winners for the Unity Through Art contest were announced today, with my favorite, entitled We just started with art, taking second place.  The DBH Logo is used in that shirt, and I always liked that logo for its lively feel, which means that this shirt is on my list for that reason alone. Also in DBH news, the big $10,000 contest has its 10 finalists chosen and they are up for a vote on DBH right now.  My favorites are Black Hole Sun (below) and Kingdom Comes (above), but go out and vote for your own favorites!

Black Hole Sun, finalist in the DBH $10,000 Contest

Black Hole Sun, finalist in the DBH $10,000 Contest

Other items of note:

  • Enclothe has a minor sale going on right now. Only 30% off two tees, but that is deal considering that if I had the money I’d get their shirts like Axis Mundi and Ghost Ship at full price!
  • A new company for me, with a BOGO free sale going on right now, is Reverie.  They have a small and great line including this one called Promise.
  • Marc Ecko, the man behind the Ecko brand, seems to love Star Wars, or at least loves exploiting the money of Star Wars fans.  He has created some beautiful shirts based on the Original Trilogy.  They are expensive, but amazing works of art.  Check out the Marc Ecko Star Wars collection.
  • From their about us, “[fivehumans] create hip, fashionable t-shirts so you can support your cause in style!”  These guys make stylish shirts that advocate a cause, like child welfare, cancer, diabetes, autism and more, and then donate a percentage of the proceeds to related non-profit groups.  The shirts cost about average to slightly higher than average and worth the money, especially with part of the money being donated.
  • And finally, as Andy at Hide Your Arms puts it, a shirt “that further dilutes political discourse in the USA”: the V.I.L.F. shirt.  No comment.
Element Shirt

The Element Mosaic Text Shirt

This week’s featured t-shirt is actually a mass-market shirt (gasp!) by Element Skateboard Company.  I am not against mass-market clothing, but I avoid it for two reasons: most brands carry an image about them that I don’t want to associate myself with–for instance Abercrombie portraying an image of preppiness and cockiness, or Famous offering a raw inner-city rough around the edges feel–and second I hate seeing people wearing a shirt I also own–or worse, that I am currently wearing.  But when a work of art comes in the form of a mass-market t-shirt, I won’t not buy it, so this shirt was quickly added to my collection.

This photo, in black and white, excentuates the textures by the mosaic text.

This photo, in black and white, excentuates the textures by the mosaic text.

I’ve owned Element shirts before.  I like the brand because its image of promoting social responsibility through the skate (aka, generation y) subculture.  The brand often has artwork that is primitive, natural, and oraganic in design, so when I am feeling earthy or enviro-friendly their shirts find their way onto my back. This Element brand tee isn’t exactly organic, but it is a sweet design and I picked it up without hesitation.

If you remember last week’s feature, you will recall my discussion on typographic designs making great shirts.  This one is no exception.  The picture to the left shows it in black and white, and it still looks great!  The text, in a newsprint type font, is of the company mission statement.  The blocks of text are cut up and mosaicked into a visually stunning design.  It is an awesome shirt, and worthy of the recognition of being one of my featured shirts of the week.

Element Mosaic Text Detail

Element Mosaic Text Detail