Uni assignments are sometimes very strange.

The following in particular. PopUps. How useless. How fiddly to cut out. How really rather boring. This was due ages ago (prelim – and I passed it) and now the ‘final’ is due in. I did discover that you can cut things much cleaner with a new blade but beyond that…

Oh alright, I guess it was an Adobe Illustrator excercise. I see the potential with that program, but I have yet to love it there’s something about not being a very patient person coupled with the pen tool that puts a strain on things.

My Popups were about Madame Curie. Now she is interesting.

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Below is my Typography poster. I have determined that I am okay with the outcome but not 100% in love with it. Art Nouveau stuff. It was really simply getting us to explore an art era in a sneaky way. I had 1900-1910. I love Art Nouveau colours and so you can see the colour palette I put together (rather quickly, hence why they are very randomly placed).

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Design Uni

5.jpg3 Assignments down, 1 to go!

That’s right, yesterday spelled productivity and smelt of rain. Today I need to print off some stuff, do a little backfill, (Sad but true, I might’ve just left the boring assignment until last) and make the trek into the city to get a poster printed.

Generic pricing for A2 posters starts at $30 with the $50 mark flashed around quite liberally One of the girls at uni has managed to find a ‘self-serve’ place that’ll do it for about $15. That’s where I am going.

This submission has already required of me: an A3 D Ring folder, 2 packets of A3 plastic pockets, 2 new printer cartridges… it adds up quickly. It’s painful to spend about $20 a pop on 25 measley plastic pockets.  Alas there isn’t much way to get around spending the $100+ odd dollars. Sometimes I am really glad I have a job.

There’s a warning for anyone considering studying design. Make sure you’ve got enough money to get you through. HECS is all very well – you can deal with delayed payment for the course, but you aren’t going to pass unless you meet submission expectations.

It’s going to be somewhat interesting on my way into work/uni on Friday, with four A3 folders, one of considerable size. I have a two hour window to get all my work in and the task of not forgetting the pick up date in July. It’s almost worth driving. Ahhh, but I couldn’t let Connex down could I?

Holidays I love you.

Design Uni

The following is from a memorial poem that I found via Molskinerie, I’m not entirely sure for what specific memorial but I really liked it.

Something resonated.

Day is done,
gone the sun,
From the hills,
from the lake,
From the skies.
All is well,
safely rest,
God is nigh.

Go to sleep,
peaceful sleep.
May the soldier
or sailor,
God keep.
On the land
or the deep,
Safe in sleep.

Love, good night,
Must thou go,
When the day,
And the night
Need thee so?
All is well.
Speedeth all
To their rest.

Memorial Day 2007


indelible.jpgLast night a mosquito gave me a fat lip and (it at least feels like it) mauled my face. I always use the word ‘needless’ – but needless to say, I didn’t sleep very well. I know I had a war with what I thought was a fly throughout that time – fly – mosquito, perhaps one and the same – annoying.

I have one assignment out of the way, one close to done and two more to finalise after that. A whopper headache due to the above paragraph, people coming for dinner and have spent too much money on buying supplies to submit uni assignments.

I have spent the past few days, catching up with some old Gush crew to think things , meeting Matt Glover (He’s a nice guy) and hanging out with Burkie and Beth. James (Burkie) is going to be doing our wedding photos – this is not why we went and hung out with them, we went because he is a ripper cook and we like them… Definitely the latter. The food was good. The house was intriguing and the months of meaning to catch up have finally eventuated – it turns out he lives only about 10mins from me. They’re fun.

We had a Slum Survivor night for youth group and had a fantastic evening. Youth is now all ‘blogged up’ so you can go and have a look.

One of my year seven girls leant me a Pink CD so I can listen to the song about homelessness – I am delighted and bemused, I haven’t listened to it yet.

I had a brainwave to do with something wedding related.

A long put off chat that needed to be had was had.

Dad came back from a month away in the Solomons.

And reading over my last blog. I apologise.

Photograph by William Eggleston 

Life Ministry Uni

thenyoushowedup1.jpgOur Wednesday night homegroup has been and gone and clearly a lot of people put more effort into it than I did because it turned out to be quite a fascinating evening that procured some depth of thought and a wealth of openness.

Here’s what we were initially presented with: Come next week with something, (Music was identified, but not mandatory) that describes either: where you are currently at with God, an understanding of God, or anything else remotely relevant.

That’s when I Schubert’ed it up and took the lazy option of ‘explaining later’.

Now is later.

Why Schubert? To be honest I know absolute zip about Schubert. I grew learning in detail about Vivaldi, Beethoven, Mozart and Bach but somehow missed this guy. Bit of a pity. A very quick wiki search has informed me that he requested to be buried next to Beethoven when he died and seemingly got his way. It’s not very relevant, but there you go – some musical trivia to amaze your friends – the ones interested in that kind of stuff…

Now, heres where you have to go listen to the piece or things mightn’t make sense.


The past month and a half for me have been insanely busy. Not just a little busy, but more the – I think I’ve had a night home by myself maybe twice in the past month. The days are filled with homework… I could go on and whinge, but I won’t.

There’s this thing in being a Christian where you get this funny old sense of obligation. I’m slowly learning to let it go because I don’t think that God allows us to be bound by laws and constraints. Some of which I’m sure are totally self imposed.

Read your Bible, pray every day, pray every day, pray every day, read your Bible pray every day and you’ll grow, grow, grow.

The short 5 minutes of justification prayer and reading before bed don’t quite cut it, it doesn’t meet the desire that is there but not often strong enough to enforce itself over the other busy and sometimes needless time fillers.

In this busyness it seems that God has put a few hmmm, lets call them safe guards – or helpful things in place.

Vocare has assisted in asserting some kind of ‘you must sit down and do this’. Take that time.

I know this Christian thing isn’t all about prayer and Bible but it is about being in tune with God. This is an easy thing to let slip.

How does this work with Schubert.

I love the constancy of God, the reminders of his reality and his hand in things. I love watching him ‘pull strings’ so to speak. I love that every time I sit down to be intentional that he shows up in some kind of way – even if it’s just a way that I get, due to some obscure wiring.

There’s this lovely undercurrent of God that runs through my life. Not because of anything I do and I sometimes forget to look for it but he reminds me.

Art by Cathy Nichols

Christianity Church Life