Monday, September 25, 2006

The professor of History of Visual Communication assigned the first writing assignment for the class. The assignment was required to write a compare and contrast essay of two typographers' ideas of ideal book design throught their lectures, Beatrice Warde's "The Crystal Goblet of Printing Should be Invisible" and William Morris's "The Ideal Book".

It was an absolutely hard work for me. I have repeatedly read the lectures for times, but I couldn't catch the main concept, especially Warde's. She used a vintage and goble as a metaphor for an author's mind and the type using. Type is the window to transfer author's mind to the reader, so it should be used invisibly.

I became despairing for past few days when I tried to understand the lectures. It was a simple essay; I couldn't manage well and it really made me panic for the coming final paper. I understand that I am in the process of improving: however, essays, theses, etc. don't wait for me.

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Thursday, Oct 12

It has been drizzled for the whole morning. About 2 o'clock, after the class, I walked together with Laura towards her car as she offered to send me to library. Just right after I arrived the library, a light drizzle turned into white dots, it was snow.

In the evening, the snow was getting heavier. About 6pm, I was in the meeting room to attend a letture organized by Chemistry Department with Sarah. An hour later, we were ready to go home. Turning the knob and opening the door, I entered into the world of Narnia, just like the little girl, Lucy, who are able to get into there through the wanrdrobe. It was so beautiful. The green field was gone, and it was covered by a big white cloth as well as the withered branches. The light dim blue skies and the lamplight of the lamp post along the road, enhanced the artistic atmosphere at the moment. Taking a deep breath, I indulged myself in the first snow in my life. Unknowingly, it was the beginning of the suffering, right before the Friday the 13th.

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with John Lennon...

Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one

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Imagine there's no memory
Human should have happy life more than ever
Imagine human are emotionless
We don't even need happiness
Imagine life is before the Fall
Imagination has never been created, or rather existed
It is the fault of an apple, you and me or the serpent?

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The story is about a young girl who came to seek her dream at the big city. When she first stepped into the city, lots amuse her, but unknowing tiny little things around her is starting to inroad into her pure and innocent heart and soul. Times goes by and the desire grows, her mind and heart were constraint and imprisoned. Her once dream is gone and she become a wingless elf...

By Fern

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