<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:00:27.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>art and life</title><subtitle type='html'>gaining new perspectives on the world</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-5322648454579731582</id><published>2010-10-02T00:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T00:33:30.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>german work gallery showing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TKbChCisk7I/AAAAAAAAAc0/eYbrKgMHSlA/s1600/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TKbChCisk7I/AAAAAAAAAc0/eYbrKgMHSlA/s320/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523315865890362290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my fellow German/American exchange peers and I are putting on an exhibition to present the work that we did while studying in Hildesheim. I was afraid in the beginning that I would be the only one setting up in the gallery but luckily the others jumped in with a bit of their work to present. I think that it should be a pretty interesting experience to go through. On opening night we are presenting our thoughts and experiences on the exchange and then our work will be critiqued by professors of our choice to see if the credits actually transfer to where we were hoping they would... that might prove to be a depressing situation. If there isn't enough work presented to cover a course then they will stick those credits into an ART-XXX meaning something not toward my major. Well, no point in worrying about it now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through this poster together for the exhibition tonight. Need to add some info but basically has the feel I was looking for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-5322648454579731582?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/5322648454579731582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/10/german-work-gallery-showing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/5322648454579731582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/5322648454579731582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/10/german-work-gallery-showing.html' title='german work gallery showing'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TKbChCisk7I/AAAAAAAAAc0/eYbrKgMHSlA/s72-c/Picture+4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-4937700852070654138</id><published>2010-09-30T09:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T09:47:38.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>final poster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TKSi2JtOYbI/AAAAAAAAAcs/n0E01EOqYHw/s1600/LPB_poster2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TKSi2JtOYbI/AAAAAAAAAcs/n0E01EOqYHw/s320/LPB_poster2.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522718094265311666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The poster is finished. Pretty simple overall. I wish I would have had more time on my hands to work with the type but my schooling is crushing down on me so I made due with what I could. I enjoy the evolution of the placement with the type, which first started off in one row above her head as though it was a masthead of a magazine. I think I will mess with the illustration a little more when I get some free time to mess around with some filters and textures. I want to explore the more painterly side of things that photoshop has to offer so I can push my style a bit more. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- Edit -- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found a little typo in the in her word blurb, good thing I didn't send this out yet! Now that is much better. You've got to love catching typos at the last second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-4937700852070654138?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/4937700852070654138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/09/final-poster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/4937700852070654138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/4937700852070654138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/09/final-poster.html' title='final poster'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TKSi2JtOYbI/AAAAAAAAAcs/n0E01EOqYHw/s72-c/LPB_poster2.2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-9007826152637200194</id><published>2010-09-24T00:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T00:58:22.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>coloring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TJw9K8AAMhI/AAAAAAAAAcc/TdAOwIE1nIc/s1600/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TJw9K8AAMhI/AAAAAAAAAcc/TdAOwIE1nIc/s320/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520354501363511826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now comes the color. I'm messing around with a technique that one of my more admired illustrators uses for his work. It is based on simply messing around with selective color in masked off sections and it works wonders, plus you can mess around with the color all you want without having to repaint the elements. I'll make sure to have a bigger chunk done with the next post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-9007826152637200194?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/9007826152637200194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/09/coloring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/9007826152637200194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/9007826152637200194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/09/coloring.html' title='coloring'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TJw9K8AAMhI/AAAAAAAAAcc/TdAOwIE1nIc/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-8149838317672210720</id><published>2010-09-23T16:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T16:28:57.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>poster in progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TJvFqwJz6JI/AAAAAAAAAcU/3AYFIIrNAOY/s1600/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TJvFqwJz6JI/AAAAAAAAAcU/3AYFIIrNAOY/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520223106543904914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I received the guidelines to this poster contest the morning after I started on the first line work... so I decided to start fresh and figure out a more appropriate composition. Still holding true to that sexual appeal that I was aiming for in the first start but this time it is a little more blunt. Once the colors go on that should just add to the feeling. I am loving the process so far, simply experimenting with elements in photoshop I am not so accustomed to using. Background is a little wanky but I am thinking it will be a bit more loose as I get deeper into it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-8149838317672210720?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/8149838317672210720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/09/poster-in-progress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/8149838317672210720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/8149838317672210720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/09/poster-in-progress.html' title='poster in progress'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TJvFqwJz6JI/AAAAAAAAAcU/3AYFIIrNAOY/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-8288350003276803816</id><published>2010-09-22T08:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T08:30:41.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>poster process</title><content type='html'>I have just started up work on a poster design/illustration for a random contest out of the Twin Cities. I'm hoping to do about two different compositions by the end of next week. As of now I am working toward developing a more sensual atmosphere with this piece. Started out with the woman having a cigarette but as of now I am changing up the line art so that she is holding a rose instead. Should be a fun process to go through. I'll throw up my progress over the next couple days.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TJoEWxLVEZI/AAAAAAAAAcM/eosw7vhwKNk/s1600/poster_sketch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TJoEWxLVEZI/AAAAAAAAAcM/eosw7vhwKNk/s320/poster_sketch.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519729082500452754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TJoEWQkPpGI/AAAAAAAAAcE/hqW1oqhDpe0/s1600/LPB_Poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TJoEWQkPpGI/AAAAAAAAAcE/hqW1oqhDpe0/s320/LPB_Poster1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519729073746584674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-8288350003276803816?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/8288350003276803816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/09/poster-process.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/8288350003276803816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/8288350003276803816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/09/poster-process.html' title='poster process'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TJoEWxLVEZI/AAAAAAAAAcM/eosw7vhwKNk/s72-c/poster_sketch.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-6213567491572587323</id><published>2010-07-26T08:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T08:51:25.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dr. sketchy"s</title><content type='html'>I  recently returned from my 11 month study abroad adventure to my wonderfully familiar home city of Brooklyn Park... what a crazy feeling. I need to make sure I don't fall into my old routines because I don't want to live my old life, I want to start my new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a different note and to the main point of this entry, my parents happened to go to this bar in downtown Minneapolis called the 331 Club and they were having a cool little event there called Dr. Sketchy, which is basically life drawing for the public but with a nice Avant Garde feel to it. So my dad headed back to pick me up to participate in the event along with my mom. The models that came in were two wonderfully charismatic burlesque dancers out of Chicago. Mind you I was here with my parents, aunt and uncle, and my friend and his dad. But it was just a great time. After doing a few warm up poses the dancers would do a quick routine that ended up being pretty entertaining and then we would get into some longer poses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to get back into some real life drawing sessions but what really hit me about this whole event was how it revealed the reason of my love for living in the city, simply to be around all the strange off beat culture and to get involved in it. Events and little things like this are what give the city-life spirit and appeal and it really opened up my eyes to getting more involved in all the fun experiences like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the composition I spent the most time on. I was the winner of the best color use competition and I received a free entry pass to the next Dr. Sketchy event, which by the way is happening on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22nd of August&lt;/span&gt; for any of the readers that are interested!! You won't be disappointed on the entertainment level. Plus this 331 Club has amazing Bloody Marys. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TE2RMhdlvKI/AAAAAAAAAbs/e1a2p2bYnt4/s1600/dr.sketchy%27s_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TE2RMhdlvKI/AAAAAAAAAbs/e1a2p2bYnt4/s400/dr.sketchy%27s_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498210364416179362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;done with micron pens, super fat pilot marker, copic markers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-6213567491572587323?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/6213567491572587323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/07/dr-sketchys.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/6213567491572587323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/6213567491572587323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/07/dr-sketchys.html' title='dr. sketchy&quot;s'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TE2RMhdlvKI/AAAAAAAAAbs/e1a2p2bYnt4/s72-c/dr.sketchy%27s_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-1588228707870871652</id><published>2010-07-19T03:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T03:51:27.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>last days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TEQR_hOc6HI/AAAAAAAAAbU/60fsEVOjpxg/s1600/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TEQR_hOc6HI/AAAAAAAAAbU/60fsEVOjpxg/s400/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495537228247263346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am packing up all my life, tying the loose ends of everything and preparing to leave the place that I have called home for almost a year... It is amazing how fast I can just throw everything together in my suitcases, how all that made up my life here has to fit into the confines of these four simple bags... of course there is all the things that I can't be put into bags that either stay with me as a person or with the people that I have met here and the places that I have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting my mind ready to merge the new with the old; preparing for the clash, the adaptation, the culture shock that really shouldn't come as any surprise to me considering I have lived in such a culture for 20 years of my life... it is simply a feeling that can't be described. The worst part is I don't think this all is going to hit me until I am sitting down in my seat, ready for take off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the last entry from me until I am home. From that point I will update everything on all the trips I have taken over the past weeks along with my future plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep an eye out for it all. Another chapter of life starts up (again).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-1588228707870871652?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/1588228707870871652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/1588228707870871652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/1588228707870871652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-days.html' title='last days'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TEQR_hOc6HI/AAAAAAAAAbU/60fsEVOjpxg/s72-c/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-5420768209157435106</id><published>2010-06-30T16:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T16:42:00.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the flute player</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TCu6G5MsIXI/AAAAAAAAAas/5mW_rsTxYPk/s1600/P6304306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TCu6G5MsIXI/AAAAAAAAAas/5mW_rsTxYPk/s400/P6304306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488685198477107570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This illustration is probably the one with the most time put into it before the printing. Maybe it was also the longest and most difficult one to print as well, considering I couldn't get the dang thing to register right the first time around!! And even the second time I tried I still couldn't get it quite perfect, but all in all that is what makes it a screen print, little imperfections such as mis-registering (not really a word). The composition is based on a Hermann Hesse poem that was given to us to make one single piece in our own interpretation of the message this amazing writer is depicting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I got out of the poem titled "The Flute Player" is that the reader is to enter a world where he can hear a song being played through nature itself; the trees, the birds, the stars and moon. There is something that resides in this amazing song that is so new and wondrous but at the same time it sounds so familiar that the reader just wants to reach out and touch it, become a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come soon! Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-5420768209157435106?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/5420768209157435106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/06/flute-player.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/5420768209157435106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/5420768209157435106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/06/flute-player.html' title='the flute player'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TCu6G5MsIXI/AAAAAAAAAas/5mW_rsTxYPk/s72-c/P6304306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-1648541323651118588</id><published>2010-06-28T15:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T16:01:14.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>where did the month go?</title><content type='html'>So the month of June has basically vanished into thin air. What does that mean? It means that I have exactly 3 weeks left here in Germany...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been absorbing my time like a fresh sponge, and the rest of my time has gone into getting whatever I can out of Germany and the people I have become so close to. In the past 2 weeks my small 5 student class and I have been working up a storm trying to get everything done for the Absoventen Katalog (Alumni Catalog), a catalog of all the graduating students' final projects. All I can say is that I haven't been much more stressed than I was over those couple flashing weeks. Spending the time with my friends here is really becoming a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; priority now that my slavery to the professors of the catalog course has been broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now there is only 4 days until my birthday is here. 21... it doesn't mean squat over here in Europe and on top of that, neither does the 4th or July so I can basically kiss the anticipation of seeing the blazing grand finally of the midnight fireworks show goodbye this weekend. Dang, what a bummer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The realization of my time here getting shorter and shorter sparks up the feeling of being a little lost. Kind of strange considering I have found out more about myself in the past year than the whole span of time from my first day of high school through the end of my sophomore year of college. The feeling of being lost is that of me knowing even though I am going to feel great seeing all the old parts of life rush back to me all at once, I will still miss everything about this place, this time, the people, the experiences and all the rest. Its as though I have gained some place here in Germany, a place that allows me to live happily from day to day. Don't get me wrong, I think I am well due to see all of the things I left behind: my friends, my family, driving! Ha ha!! But all in all there is going to be a piece of me that stays here, planted at the station waiting for the next train to take me on a new adventure into unknown territory, or sitting at the lake watching all the people fly by on bike or grilling or walking around and drinking beer in public! Its all here to stay and the next time I will meet up with all of these great things will most likely be on a short vacation as a tourist... its really a funny thing to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month of July is going to seem like it were pressed, strained and bottled into the containment of a week, I have no doubt in that. I will have to sip and enjoy every precious second of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-1648541323651118588?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/1648541323651118588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/06/where-did-month-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/1648541323651118588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/1648541323651118588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/06/where-did-month-go.html' title='where did the month go?'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-5698757792077975287</id><published>2010-06-11T18:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T18:17:56.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sk - sk - sketching!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBLC4FsWFDI/AAAAAAAAAaU/p0W321K9H88/s1600/img068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBLC4FsWFDI/AAAAAAAAAaU/p0W321K9H88/s400/img068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481657965319951410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBLC30kcBzI/AAAAAAAAAaM/obHDDF2amdA/s1600/img066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBLC30kcBzI/AAAAAAAAAaM/obHDDF2amdA/s400/img066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481657960723384114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBLC3gNeEmI/AAAAAAAAAaE/DXIWZxe94pw/s1600/img065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBLC3gNeEmI/AAAAAAAAAaE/DXIWZxe94pw/s400/img065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481657955258339938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBLC3QT31kI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/YWNnHcJyARc/s1600/img064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBLC3QT31kI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/YWNnHcJyARc/s400/img064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481657950990227010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBLC3Mw4wOI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/08pqqmwKETs/s1600/img062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBLC3Mw4wOI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/08pqqmwKETs/s400/img062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481657950038180066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBLCskYhlJI/AAAAAAAAAZU/aqDllqOOyAk/s1600/img056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBLCskYhlJI/AAAAAAAAAZU/aqDllqOOyAk/s400/img056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481657767399888018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBLCsBQ7gOI/AAAAAAAAAZM/5s0UijGUNB4/s1600/img055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBLCsBQ7gOI/AAAAAAAAAZM/5s0UijGUNB4/s400/img055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481657757972791522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBLCgtjBBkI/AAAAAAAAAZE/-1VkaVO7Nfk/s1600/img054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBLCgtjBBkI/AAAAAAAAAZE/-1VkaVO7Nfk/s400/img054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481657563701380674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBLCgYfz0UI/AAAAAAAAAY8/3VWaDeJAD7k/s1600/img053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBLCgYfz0UI/AAAAAAAAAY8/3VWaDeJAD7k/s400/img053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481657558050787650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBLCgZS6OBI/AAAAAAAAAY0/sLL6zHarHEU/s1600/img052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBLCgZS6OBI/AAAAAAAAAY0/sLL6zHarHEU/s400/img052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481657558265116690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBLCgGbrJJI/AAAAAAAAAYs/HPuwVNg_r7s/s1600/img051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBLCgGbrJJI/AAAAAAAAAYs/HPuwVNg_r7s/s400/img051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481657553201603730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBLCfyfJnfI/AAAAAAAAAYk/phehhtEIJQI/s1600/img049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBLCfyfJnfI/AAAAAAAAAYk/phehhtEIJQI/s400/img049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481657547847474674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBLCUAJgCUI/AAAAAAAAAYc/CSZjv0REo2c/s1600/img048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBLCUAJgCUI/AAAAAAAAAYc/CSZjv0REo2c/s400/img048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481657345356335426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBLCTxBAAJI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xtstRbz65_s/s1600/img047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBLCTxBAAJI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xtstRbz65_s/s400/img047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481657341294149778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBLCTvw2EWI/AAAAAAAAAYM/8EKyws-zurg/s1600/img046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 367px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBLCTvw2EWI/AAAAAAAAAYM/8EKyws-zurg/s400/img046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481657340957954402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBLCTYMrspI/AAAAAAAAAYE/uK_au8KfSrk/s1600/img045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 373px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBLCTYMrspI/AAAAAAAAAYE/uK_au8KfSrk/s400/img045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481657334632264338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBLCTBXOg_I/AAAAAAAAAX8/-MblaaPZ32k/s1600/img044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBLCTBXOg_I/AAAAAAAAAX8/-MblaaPZ32k/s400/img044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481657328502473714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There are far too many of these too look through in one entry... need to make a habit of getting these up more often so my posts aren't tirelessly long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realized now that even though I love drawing these faces I think that I need to push my efforts and concentration more toward my love of editorial design so that I can gain some ground on my ability in that area. I will always be able to sketch but I seem to always get stuck on some of graphic design things that I need to do because I don't practice these other fundamental elements in the designers batbelt. Time to step it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the new faces of the bunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-5698757792077975287?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/5698757792077975287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/06/sk-sk-sketching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/5698757792077975287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/5698757792077975287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/06/sk-sk-sketching.html' title='sk - sk - sketching!'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBLC4FsWFDI/AAAAAAAAAaU/p0W321K9H88/s72-c/img068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-1296420638264342517</id><published>2010-06-10T02:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T04:11:47.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'>florence and cait</title><content type='html'>No, Cait is not another city in Italy. She is one of my best friends from home who I spend about 2/3 of my time at Stout with. I haven't seen her for nearly ten months save for a couple skype video chats here and there. So when I heard that she was planning to do a two month long summer session in Florence, Italy my head almost exploded with anticipation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBCoE4LGUmI/AAAAAAAAAXU/p-88NnrAMqo/s1600/pisaintairport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBCoE4LGUmI/AAAAAAAAAXU/p-88NnrAMqo/s400/pisaintairport.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481065548261773922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this past weekend I was able to head south one of the most beautiful country sides that I have seen so far, the wonderful Tuscany landscape. Landing in the Pisa International Airport threw me off a bit considering it was about the size of a football pitch with no more security than one. They didn't even have a customs check, which disappointed me because I couldn't get my passport stamped. The one good thing about flying into a country is getting the stamp and I got jipped... Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBCoGLDp-iI/AAAAAAAAAXs/MFJDpD1OeZc/s1600/trainstation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBCoGLDp-iI/AAAAAAAAAXs/MFJDpD1OeZc/s400/trainstation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481065570510699042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBCnK_idW2I/AAAAAAAAAXE/ncI3-tbANRw/s1600/florenceduomo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBCnK_idW2I/AAAAAAAAAXE/ncI3-tbANRw/s400/florenceduomo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481064553806388066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train ride between Pisa and Florence was the perfect way for me to get acquainted with the amazing place. There is something about Italy that was just kind of dirty and messy, but in a beautiful way. All the houses are very old, with the plaster facades chipping away in multiple places revealing faded clay bricks beneath. There are window shutters hanging lopsided on one hinge. And the vegetation grows ramped throughout yards. But then I noticed some old buildings that just weren't used anymore and half caved in, which had to have stood there for a long time because there were huge cypris trees shooting out of the interiors through the open roof. It hit me that the civilization has some quality where it blends into nature seamlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBCoFqq31aI/AAAAAAAAAXk/2WyALjbrfwI/s1600/streetmarket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBCoFqq31aI/AAAAAAAAAXk/2WyALjbrfwI/s400/streetmarket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481065561816815010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBCnLFqJYPI/AAAAAAAAAXM/-tjETHpYsOU/s1600/littleshop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBCnLFqJYPI/AAAAAAAAAXM/-tjETHpYsOU/s400/littleshop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481064555449245938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once arriving in Florence Cait found me right away and I couldn't have been happier! She brought me back to her extremely huge apartment, which was situated right behind one of the cathedrals in the center of town, and I got to meet the whole spectrum of her roommates. Over the weekend I was there we really took it easy and just explored the city through the narrow streets, more just site seeing and not doing too much of the tourist stuff (ok we explored some of the churches and the like). I was really enjoying seeing everything considering Italy was one of the important ones on my travel list to make and I was finally there but I was really just there to see Cait again and experience a bit of Europe with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBCnKbsYQJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/OE5i2YG4kIU/s1600/caitlaugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBCnKbsYQJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/OE5i2YG4kIU/s400/caitlaugh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481064544184320146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBCnKH9k59I/AAAAAAAAAWs/kZFCPz_H2pA/s1600/apartmentbalcony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBCnKH9k59I/AAAAAAAAAWs/kZFCPz_H2pA/s400/apartmentbalcony.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481064538887743442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBCoFEJNxcI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RHzfNLT81K4/s1600/politzia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBCoFEJNxcI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RHzfNLT81K4/s400/politzia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481065551475099074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBCnKkyl8uI/AAAAAAAAAW8/WPFHaQZQqgU/s1600/courtyard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBCnKkyl8uI/AAAAAAAAAW8/WPFHaQZQqgU/s400/courtyard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481064546626302690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do wish I would have been there a bit longer so that I could have seen some more of the Tuscan landscape but I couldn't complain when I got a beautiful view of it all from the Ryanair jet. I am sure I will be heading back to Italy sometime in the future to take some more in. All - in - all it was an amazing trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBCrEBAh6_I/AAAAAAAAAX0/xicMiQuBaV8/s1600/italysketch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBCrEBAh6_I/AAAAAAAAAX0/xicMiQuBaV8/s400/italysketch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481068831988378610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-1296420638264342517?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/1296420638264342517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/06/florence-and-cait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/1296420638264342517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/1296420638264342517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/06/florence-and-cait.html' title='florence and cait'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TBCoE4LGUmI/AAAAAAAAAXU/p-88NnrAMqo/s72-c/pisaintairport.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-8223209828467084601</id><published>2010-05-31T16:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T17:03:18.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this is a German party</title><content type='html'>So the friend of my girlfriend here sent her a picture of the after - party - morning... and I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw this picture. Well... actually I could considering this is Germany and beer runs through these peoples veins!! See if one day you can throw a party that can beat this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TAQx7vk0chI/AAAAAAAAAV8/xbgYnHAg5dk/s1600/Unbenannt-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TAQx7vk0chI/AAAAAAAAAV8/xbgYnHAg5dk/s400/Unbenannt-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477557949242307090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Completely ridiculous...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-8223209828467084601?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/8223209828467084601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-german-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/8223209828467084601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/8223209828467084601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-german-party.html' title='this is a German party'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TAQx7vk0chI/AAAAAAAAAV8/xbgYnHAg5dk/s72-c/Unbenannt-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-5932500007257229829</id><published>2010-05-31T16:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T16:51:45.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>redo = success!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TAQtIuEbr5I/AAAAAAAAAV0/Qq3tUEV1Zjw/s1600/jake_conflict.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TAQtIuEbr5I/AAAAAAAAAV0/Qq3tUEV1Zjw/s400/jake_conflict.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477552674618191762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jake - Conflict (6 color)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I said in my entry on the 26th I have redone the poster of my friend Jake. This time I held myself back from exceeding 6 colors and overworking it like I did this previous week (thankfully). I was beginning to think that I couldn't save this one. I loved the color palette from the first to the last color laid down, all of which were pretty spontaneous. I think I have finally gotten down the technique of screen printing to a science. I turned out all the copies of this print in about 3 hours. Not to shabby. I really think I could pick up screen printing as a career. It involves enough illustration to satisfy me while keeping in the graphic design elements that I love so dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, maybe one day I will be setting up a little self made lab in my kitchen apartment. Haha! Anything is possible! Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-5932500007257229829?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/5932500007257229829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/05/redo-success.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/5932500007257229829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/5932500007257229829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/05/redo-success.html' title='redo = success!!'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TAQtIuEbr5I/AAAAAAAAAV0/Qq3tUEV1Zjw/s72-c/jake_conflict.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-2291589268483422292</id><published>2010-05-30T04:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T05:59:37.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a blunt blow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TAJFCRlYfvI/AAAAAAAAAVs/fgLa6yYrPx0/s1600/smash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TAJFCRlYfvI/AAAAAAAAAVs/fgLa6yYrPx0/s400/smash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477016002218196722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have been working on my Absolventen Katalog (Alumni Catalog) layout and design work for my big project class this semester with relentless effort. This class is made up of four German students, one Russian exchange student and myself along with the professor who is actually a working professional with the sole task of getting this catalog developed each semester through a group of students&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our small group has moved along and progressed with our ideas and themes further from week to week but we seem to slow down more and more on the development toward the final layout. The blunt reality of it all hit us this week when we met in class on Thursday to review and finally decide on the theme that we were going to strive for in the actual catalog. Our professor sat us down in class before some other professors came to review what we had and she came right out by saying, "I have to tell you all, I find this group to be... somewhat difficult. As a group you haven't been showing enough quantity and quality of work that we need to get this project off the ground."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart sank as she finished up by saying, "I don't think you could handle the turn out of the final catalog with all the effort and work that we need to put into it..." BAM!! What a blow that was (although it is something that I have come to appreciate about being here is that the professors and students alike are not afraid to hurt your feelings when it comes to giving an honest critique on work).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some sense this little talk from the prof. woke me up (as well as the rest of the group) to really look at their work more seriously and start buckling down on the turnout of quality layouts. There is a sense that comes with being shot down that brings in an extreme desire to prove yourself to the best of your abilities. Sometimes it is just hard to get that smack up-side the head to make that happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other professors came in shortly after and reviewed our work and discussed what would be the most desired layout, giving us a bit of feedback here and there but mainly just talking amongst themselves while the group and I waited in anticipation on the final decision. In the end my theme / rough layouts were chosen as though a sign of fate dropped down upon me to test if I could handle the challenge. I was told a few things that they would like developed and the reviewers left, my mind completely jumbled from the excitement / anxiety / fear of the next few weeks and the work that had to be done along with the expectations of not only the reviewing professors but the entire student body that would have a copy of this in the end of the semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A quick random note&lt;/span&gt;: Design is possibly the greatest thing ever. It makes my blood rush and my mouth go dry. Life lessons can be taught through it when least expected and I can use it to express myself wholeheartedly to everyone who sees my work. It makes each day another step in discovering new things about myself and the world around me. I = Design Nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This catalog should be a great experience. Keep an eye out for updates on my progress in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-2291589268483422292?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/2291589268483422292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/05/blunt-blow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/2291589268483422292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/2291589268483422292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/05/blunt-blow.html' title='a blunt blow'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TAJFCRlYfvI/AAAAAAAAAVs/fgLa6yYrPx0/s72-c/smash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-4046007583226926858</id><published>2010-05-28T11:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T11:26:07.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another day of screen printing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S__th5ZrQUI/AAAAAAAAAVM/M159cKUChGA/s1600/burnt_absentminded.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S__th5ZrQUI/AAAAAAAAAVM/M159cKUChGA/s400/burnt_absentminded.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476356838505791810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S__tiOPyQDI/AAAAAAAAAVU/w2zhAdhXiYQ/s1600/burnt+_absentminded_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S__tiOPyQDI/AAAAAAAAAVU/w2zhAdhXiYQ/s400/burnt+_absentminded_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476356844101451826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Absentminded - 4 color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S__tihHn2zI/AAAAAAAAAVk/e3k7y-q5BP4/s1600/split_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S__tihHn2zI/AAAAAAAAAVk/e3k7y-q5BP4/s400/split_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476356849167489842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S__tiWxO2CI/AAAAAAAAAVc/g7CnHW62vU4/s1600/split.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S__tiWxO2CI/AAAAAAAAAVc/g7CnHW62vU4/s400/split.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476356846389221410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Split - 6 color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I decided to put my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; screen to good use and kill two birds with one stone. Of course that means I stayed up late last night to get the compositions ready for this morning but I was still able to get it done. I worked on my Toast project only today, trying to get that finished so that I can concentrate fully on my faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did these two compositions completely on the computer by painting in photoshop, which in the end kind of shows... need to work on that. I also was much more satisfied with the compositions when they were on my computer screen compared to them being all down in ink. I was trying a new illustration style, which probably has something to do with the reason I am not digging them so much yet. Still have to develop it a bit. For throwing them together quickly they turned out alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used two different colored paper for each work. The first is of a burnt piece of toast and a question mark representing someone who is absentminded, forgetting about their toast in the toaster and burning it to a crisp. The second composition is of a piece of toast split down the middle, one side with jam, the other with nutella. This is representing the split personality with two opposites rigidly separated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! Comments and critiques welcome!! Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-4046007583226926858?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/4046007583226926858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/05/another-day-of-screen-printing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/4046007583226926858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/4046007583226926858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/05/another-day-of-screen-printing.html' title='another day of screen printing'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S__th5ZrQUI/AAAAAAAAAVM/M159cKUChGA/s72-c/burnt_absentminded.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-6651851320639329821</id><published>2010-05-27T12:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T12:33:42.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>less is more...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S_6q5F7GUzI/AAAAAAAAAU8/L7joiAtaYDc/s1600/bugprint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S_6q5F7GUzI/AAAAAAAAAU8/L7joiAtaYDc/s400/bugprint.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476002094748422962" border="0" /&gt;         &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S_6q5e_zcuI/AAAAAAAAAVE/B2pFUWt33nA/s1600/jake_one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S_6q5e_zcuI/AAAAAAAAAVE/B2pFUWt33nA/s400/jake_one.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476002101479043810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Worked on this print all day yesterday with complete excitement to see  the final outcome, yet when it came down to the last couple layers... I  was completely unsatisfied. 9 layers of color just didn't serve this  composition right. I am planning on redoing it tomorrow or next week  with the goal of keeping my colors to 4 - 5 layers maximum, thinking  more about the actual quality of the composition than relying solely on  the eye candy of color blobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first picture is of the first 4 colors, and I really dig the composition. The follow picture is of the final piece and of disappointment. Well, learn from your mistakes! Enjoy the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-6651851320639329821?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/6651851320639329821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/05/less-is-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/6651851320639329821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/6651851320639329821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/05/less-is-more.html' title='less is more...'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S_6q5F7GUzI/AAAAAAAAAU8/L7joiAtaYDc/s72-c/bugprint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-3344621945487773106</id><published>2010-05-22T07:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T08:04:09.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>view through a window</title><content type='html'>I was going through a few of the pictures on my computer and found this one in particular which really grabs on to me. The world through a window. Flying by but sitting ever so still. Somewhat resembles the feeling I have been having this past month or so. Just realizing that the time here has pasted by so fast but it is still lingering in front of me, waiting to be explored and discovered even if for a brief second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S_fWIhN1G2I/AAAAAAAAAU0/ei9DSCS_BnM/s1600/window_world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S_fWIhN1G2I/AAAAAAAAAU0/ei9DSCS_BnM/s400/window_world.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474079313935801186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-3344621945487773106?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/3344621945487773106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/05/view-through-window.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/3344621945487773106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/3344621945487773106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/05/view-through-window.html' title='view through a window'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S_fWIhN1G2I/AAAAAAAAAU0/ei9DSCS_BnM/s72-c/window_world.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-7931888261635422117</id><published>2010-05-15T17:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T18:00:17.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>family reunion</title><content type='html'>This obviously isn't what most of you are thinking out there. This is about seeing my family for the first time in almost &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nine&lt;/span&gt; months, which is without doubt the longest I have gone without being with them. I am not trying to be all sappy with this post, I am just saying that there isn't much better than family. These are a few pictures of everyone during our travels over the past couple weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S-8lskS6KiI/AAAAAAAAATk/uybPG10JLRQ/s1600/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S-8lskS6KiI/AAAAAAAAATk/uybPG10JLRQ/s320/family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471633519865899554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S-8mGg0bPtI/AAAAAAAAAUc/YHEz18PCeN8/s1600/neuschwanstein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S-8mGg0bPtI/AAAAAAAAAUc/YHEz18PCeN8/s320/neuschwanstein.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471633965609336530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S-8mFl5-rOI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ROsG4P2FJO8/s1600/father_daughter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S-8mFl5-rOI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ROsG4P2FJO8/s320/father_daughter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471633949794938082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S-8lrqjkJFI/AAAAAAAAATE/aAg9fHSqQyY/s1600/abbie_scenery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S-8lrqjkJFI/AAAAAAAAATE/aAg9fHSqQyY/s320/abbie_scenery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471633504366502994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S-8mF2PNEoI/AAAAAAAAAUE/7utMIwZcYx0/s1600/goofy_outfits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S-8mF2PNEoI/AAAAAAAAAUE/7utMIwZcYx0/s320/goofy_outfits.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471633954178929282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S-8mGhrxN3I/AAAAAAAAAUU/PiRSoFxv30A/s1600/morning_coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S-8mGhrxN3I/AAAAAAAAAUU/PiRSoFxv30A/s320/morning_coffee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471633965841463154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S-8lsNW_UNI/AAAAAAAAATU/bNSYKej5bFk/s1600/charles_bridge_prague.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S-8lsNW_UNI/AAAAAAAAATU/bNSYKej5bFk/s320/charles_bridge_prague.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471633513708998866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S-8lr-GwsiI/AAAAAAAAATM/Ym0X_jSfT0c/s1600/another_picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S-8lr-GwsiI/AAAAAAAAATM/Ym0X_jSfT0c/s320/another_picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471633509614400034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S-8lsQADIfI/AAAAAAAAATc/65WAcwCRZ-M/s1600/dad_camera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S-8lsQADIfI/AAAAAAAAATc/65WAcwCRZ-M/s320/dad_camera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471633514418086386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S-8mGEP_fgI/AAAAAAAAAUM/IMswthsIU_8/s1600/more_walking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S-8mGEP_fgI/AAAAAAAAAUM/IMswthsIU_8/s320/more_walking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471633957940329986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S-8mMv39gdI/AAAAAAAAAUs/H1EyB1Gz0A4/s1600/outlook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S-8mMv39gdI/AAAAAAAAAUs/H1EyB1Gz0A4/s320/outlook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471634072729911762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S-8mMecE2qI/AAAAAAAAAUk/tAw-BVuzsbs/s1600/onthewalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S-8mMecE2qI/AAAAAAAAAUk/tAw-BVuzsbs/s320/onthewalk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471634068049549986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-7931888261635422117?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/7931888261635422117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/05/family-reunion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/7931888261635422117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/7931888261635422117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/05/family-reunion.html' title='family reunion'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S-8lskS6KiI/AAAAAAAAATk/uybPG10JLRQ/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-7755414959182587681</id><published>2010-05-07T16:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T16:34:11.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new journey, new confidence</title><content type='html'>So the time has come where I have gotten to see my parents for the first time in the span of eight months... To a good amound of people out there that might not seem like such a long time but to me, it's been far too long. Funny part is when they are here with me I can really see what small parts of me have changed. I can also see that they haven't changed in the slightest. It's a little funny but I am positive that it will be that way when I see most of my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my journey to Frankfurt to meet everyone at the airport and head to Munich I realized that neither me or my parent really exchanged any information on how we were going to meet up. No flight numbers, no departue city, no cellphone numbers. Ridiculous... But after missing our train we were finally reunited and began our little adventure. The trip that my family and I are on is through Munich, Prague, and Berlin, topping it off with the best stop ever! Hildeshiem... It has been beyond great so far, the alps in the south of germany are splendid and Prague is an absolute breathtaker! More exploring and discovering is yet to come for us on this journey. Hope my family is up to it. Still have the fun of Berlin to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have pictures up in about a week with an update on the progress of the semester (for those who are at all interested). Till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-7755414959182587681?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/7755414959182587681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-journey-new-confidence.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/7755414959182587681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/7755414959182587681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-journey-new-confidence.html' title='new journey, new confidence'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-3528261950151280025</id><published>2010-04-28T03:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T03:24:59.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more faces</title><content type='html'>A post for my desperately needed update on all those face sketches I have been working on. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S9fv07c_r_I/AAAAAAAAARI/VbKbjSyiK5I/s1600/faces3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 169px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S9fv07c_r_I/AAAAAAAAARI/VbKbjSyiK5I/s320/faces3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465100365428928498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S9fv1OTfQoI/AAAAAAAAARQ/UlNMmv5bYzY/s1600/faces6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 169px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S9fv1OTfQoI/AAAAAAAAARQ/UlNMmv5bYzY/s320/faces6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465100370489328258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S9fv1swKQWI/AAAAAAAAARY/dTKtMI0E4ZE/s1600/faces7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 169px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S9fv1swKQWI/AAAAAAAAARY/dTKtMI0E4ZE/s320/faces7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465100378662650210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S9fv1-YlzzI/AAAAAAAAARg/ph0sAn4Y-3U/s1600/faces8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 169px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S9fv1-YlzzI/AAAAAAAAARg/ph0sAn4Y-3U/s320/faces8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465100383395630898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S9fv2OeTeOI/AAAAAAAAARo/3MZ1Lg-bZIk/s1600/faces9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 169px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S9fv2OeTeOI/AAAAAAAAARo/3MZ1Lg-bZIk/s320/faces9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465100387714562274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S9fwAiGvC3I/AAAAAAAAARw/R97r90fjnwE/s1600/faces10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 169px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S9fwAiGvC3I/AAAAAAAAARw/R97r90fjnwE/s320/faces10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465100564783106930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S9fwAw2ouyI/AAAAAAAAAR4/e0_lv7FCjj4/s1600/faces11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 169px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S9fwAw2ouyI/AAAAAAAAAR4/e0_lv7FCjj4/s320/faces11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465100568742116130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S9fwBET3kcI/AAAAAAAAASA/3Mg8mWCozhY/s1600/faces12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 169px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S9fwBET3kcI/AAAAAAAAASA/3Mg8mWCozhY/s320/faces12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465100573964997058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S9fwBl79g2I/AAAAAAAAASI/G9jkZ9Px5F0/s1600/faces13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 169px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S9fwBl79g2I/AAAAAAAAASI/G9jkZ9Px5F0/s320/faces13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465100582991528802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S9fwB4IkP5I/AAAAAAAAASQ/bkXBX0amPtY/s1600/faces14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 169px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S9fwB4IkP5I/AAAAAAAAASQ/bkXBX0amPtY/s320/faces14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465100587876237202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S9fwL3DC2bI/AAAAAAAAASY/hqm7rRryNbQ/s1600/faces15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S9fwL3DC2bI/AAAAAAAAASY/hqm7rRryNbQ/s320/faces15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465100759383333298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S9fwMW4At6I/AAAAAAAAASo/fNk0Ed5ss2c/s1600/faces17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 169px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S9fwMW4At6I/AAAAAAAAASo/fNk0Ed5ss2c/s320/faces17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465100767926990754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S9fwMKQcl1I/AAAAAAAAASg/8Wbl80MhNZc/s1600/faces16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 169px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S9fwMKQcl1I/AAAAAAAAASg/8Wbl80MhNZc/s320/faces16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465100764539819858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-3528261950151280025?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/3528261950151280025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/04/more-faces.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/3528261950151280025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/3528261950151280025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/04/more-faces.html' title='more faces'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S9fv07c_r_I/AAAAAAAAARI/VbKbjSyiK5I/s72-c/faces3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-875616647251530948</id><published>2010-04-28T03:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T03:27:46.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>project update</title><content type='html'>Here is some of the recent projects I have been working on. Of course, I have my "Faces" sketches that I just posted but now I also have some of those faces moving from the sketchbook to full sized screen prints! Lots of color and some random elements thrown into the pot. I also have my "Personality Toast" project that I am working on for another screen printing class with the concept of what people put on their toast reflecting their personality and identity (a more light - hearted and humorous project).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S9fu5EZ3OEI/AAAAAAAAARA/uF4e0Oo3vNU/s1600/plain_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S9fu5EZ3OEI/AAAAAAAAARA/uF4e0Oo3vNU/s320/plain_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465099337039558722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S9fu491HKJI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/d7c5K0CoJzk/s1600/simplebeautiful_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S9fu491HKJI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/d7c5K0CoJzk/s320/simplebeautiful_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465099335274801298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S9fu4djUrSI/AAAAAAAAAQw/9_WvILT08OQ/s1600/jen_who_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S9fu4djUrSI/AAAAAAAAAQw/9_WvILT08OQ/s320/jen_who_edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465099326610255138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S9fu4Om8gaI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Dz08gtYQbic/s1600/cesar_wisdomsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S9fu4Om8gaI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Dz08gtYQbic/s320/cesar_wisdomsmall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465099322598916514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-875616647251530948?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/875616647251530948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/04/project-update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/875616647251530948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/875616647251530948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/04/project-update.html' title='project update'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S9fu5EZ3OEI/AAAAAAAAARA/uF4e0Oo3vNU/s72-c/plain_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-1099316580655694838</id><published>2010-04-18T15:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T15:53:24.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>inspiring</title><content type='html'>Just a minute ago I decided to hop onto my deviantART page and check out my inbox. I stumbled on a message of a young artist who sent a link of a work they finished that was inspired by something I had created... I don't think I could be more happy as an artist or designer to see that I had this effect on someone and had the individual feel so good about the whole thing that they had to show me what is caused. This is something I love to do as an creative, inspire people around me (whether they show it or not) to do something creative themselves or just to simply affect their thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random entry, but something that I had to get out there. I will ever be afraid to tell someone that their work has inspired something great to happen because in the end everyone loves to hear that the work they have done is making something happen in the world and feeling it first hand is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beyond&lt;/span&gt; words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-1099316580655694838?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/1099316580655694838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/04/inspiring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/1099316580655694838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/1099316580655694838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/04/inspiring.html' title='inspiring'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-2851034101892022006</id><published>2010-04-11T01:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T05:02:24.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'>inescapable</title><content type='html'>Here I am. Sitting at my computer trying to figure out what has to get done today to prepare for the upcoming week. Of course my mind starts to wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering off into the distance of home and the faces I long to see, the places I want to go once again, and all the relaxation and blissfulness of my life as I remember it. How I have changed... The problem is I don't know in what way I have changed while being over here. How can an individual judge the difference between the old and new of themselves? This individual is part of a gradual development and unless there is some intentional goal there is no telling what will happen. I am one of these individuals and when people ask me how I have changed I can't really tell them, I feel that I have but in what way, I am not certain. The only people who can really be the judge of such a thing are the people at home who I left behind for my 11 month absence. Only those people who have that memory of my 11 month younger self will see the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that I am just as interested as everyone asking me, how I have changed? This will be my favorite question for everyone once I am home for a month or so. I hope there are a few people out there who will be able to fill me in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S8LvI7ouYyI/AAAAAAAAAQI/SnhLsw4Fn4E/s1600/P2230308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S8LvI7ouYyI/AAAAAAAAAQI/SnhLsw4Fn4E/s320/P2230308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459188635052958498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-2851034101892022006?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/2851034101892022006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/04/inescapable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/2851034101892022006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/2851034101892022006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/04/inescapable.html' title='inescapable'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S8LvI7ouYyI/AAAAAAAAAQI/SnhLsw4Fn4E/s72-c/P2230308.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-5297526178184118173</id><published>2010-03-11T06:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T06:55:27.572-06:00</updated><title type='text'>printing winter semester</title><content type='html'>Here are all the prints I turned out from last semester. A series of ten different prints with the theme of HI-Land, a local agricultural organization for Hildesheim. For all who haven't read some of the previous posts about this project, the HI is the abbreviation of Hildesheim so I thought it would a funny thing to put as the main subject within all of my prints. Give me some comments on what you think! I really would like some constructional critisism on all of this. I must start developing my illustration and design on some of what the public says. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I believe these are in the order that I printed them in as well.&lt;br /&gt;It really shows in the improvement of technique from one to the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S5jmlQKyExI/AAAAAAAAALQ/WzQedvwOMsU/s1600-h/hi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S5jmlQKyExI/AAAAAAAAALQ/WzQedvwOMsU/s320/hi2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447357276974355218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Möhre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S5jmlnRvbaI/AAAAAAAAALY/geuMLpx9yfU/s1600-h/hi3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S5jmlnRvbaI/AAAAAAAAALY/geuMLpx9yfU/s320/hi3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447357283177557410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Zwiebel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S5jmkyZgziI/AAAAAAAAALI/ua3uRy_iO6c/s1600-h/hi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S5jmkyZgziI/AAAAAAAAALI/ua3uRy_iO6c/s320/hi1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447357268983074338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rot Beete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S5jmmAqRovI/AAAAAAAAALo/H0psVn23fks/s1600-h/hi5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S5jmmAqRovI/AAAAAAAAALo/H0psVn23fks/s320/hi5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447357289991348978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Spargel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S5jmzQ3rARI/AAAAAAAAAMI/GBeEOeI7G5M/s1600-h/hi9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S5jmzQ3rARI/AAAAAAAAAMI/GBeEOeI7G5M/s320/hi9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447357517680804114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kartoffel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S5jmzhz6-xI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/8zuFG-9Uvow/s1600-h/hi10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S5jmzhz6-xI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/8zuFG-9Uvow/s320/hi10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447357522228476690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Porree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S5jmy4AKUwI/AAAAAAAAAL4/aRaueJ5sX-k/s1600-h/hi7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S5jmy4AKUwI/AAAAAAAAAL4/aRaueJ5sX-k/s320/hi7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447357511005524738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gurke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S5jmzDvLijI/AAAAAAAAAMA/4wASr7PRJ64/s1600-h/hi8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S5jmzDvLijI/AAAAAAAAAMA/4wASr7PRJ64/s320/hi8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447357514155526706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tomate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S5jmxY_ANaI/AAAAAAAAALw/hTwX_cy13TA/s1600-h/hi6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S5jmxY_ANaI/AAAAAAAAALw/hTwX_cy13TA/s320/hi6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447357485499299234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kohlrabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S5jmlyhf9FI/AAAAAAAAALg/d9P822c32yA/s1600-h/hi4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S5jmlyhf9FI/AAAAAAAAALg/d9P822c32yA/s320/hi4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447357286196442194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The whole family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-5297526178184118173?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/5297526178184118173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/03/printing-winter-semester.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/5297526178184118173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/5297526178184118173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2010/03/printing-winter-semester.html' title='printing winter semester'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/S5jmlQKyExI/AAAAAAAAALQ/WzQedvwOMsU/s72-c/hi2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-4416752426955518755</id><published>2009-12-31T04:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T04:24:46.639-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Germany has snow?!</title><content type='html'>Haha! Well we actually got snow here a few weeks back but it is still snowing on and off, combined with some rain. I don't think it can officially be called winter without snow so I am more than happy that it is snowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope it keeps up, even though it does mess up the trains and stuff there... which wouldn't be so good considering today is when I start a trip around a few parts of Europe for 12 days. Hmm. Well hopefully there is no delays on anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sure to post all the great discoveries that I come across on this little journey when I get back. Keep an eye out for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, happy New Year to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/Szx704KTcYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/QGw0_eBQrUI/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/Szx704KTcYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/QGw0_eBQrUI/s320/snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421344199806251394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-4416752426955518755?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/4416752426955518755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/12/germany-has-snow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/4416752426955518755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/4416752426955518755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/12/germany-has-snow.html' title='Germany has snow?!'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/Szx704KTcYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/QGw0_eBQrUI/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-7511985304988428691</id><published>2009-12-23T09:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T10:36:43.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>where do you get your power?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SzJHCasoM0I/AAAAAAAAAJI/9uDM3R9E3zo/s1600-h/train_sketch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SzJHCasoM0I/AAAAAAAAAJI/9uDM3R9E3zo/s320/train_sketch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418471408531944258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The eve of Christmas Eve, away from home without the family this year. Strange feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started reading "Sophie's World" today. Got through the first couple of chapters and I am hooked. Reading about philosophy is beyond entertaining. Talk about getting the brain turning. There is so much in the world that most people don't think about, how many of the people in the world take everything for granted. All I have to say is don't take anything for granted, things will pass by faster than you think. Find some wonder in the world (from Sophie's World). Read the book if you get the chance, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-7511985304988428691?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/7511985304988428691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-do-you-get-your-power.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/7511985304988428691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/7511985304988428691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-do-you-get-your-power.html' title='where do you get your power?'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SzJHCasoM0I/AAAAAAAAAJI/9uDM3R9E3zo/s72-c/train_sketch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-1590655280405185216</id><published>2009-12-07T00:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T01:01:55.677-06:00</updated><title type='text'>[ art update ]</title><content type='html'>Here are a few sketches I did on a couple train rides. I find it so meditative to sit on a train and look out the window watching the world fly by. Even at night when all you can see is an island of light emerging from the complete darkness of the night at each train stop, it seems surreal in a way. I can sit and listen to the people surrounding me talking about this and that (in German, of course), see them get on and off at the stations and disappear back into their world and life. This probably doesn't make too much sense but that is why I find train rides so enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SxynVOiqF2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/TjwwDWEe3m4/s1600-h/speeding_by.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SxynVOiqF2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/TjwwDWEe3m4/s320/speeding_by.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412384835315046242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SxynN8ATxgI/AAAAAAAAAHs/hhdRYV1152A/s1600-h/avoidance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SxynN8ATxgI/AAAAAAAAAHs/hhdRYV1152A/s320/avoidance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412384710080054786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yes, i do realize i spelled "avoidance" wrong. i have always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;been a horrible speller. thank god for spell check.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is my newest print. Nothing too fancy compared to the last two, but I'm still working on my technique. The one I was hammering out on Friday, which I sadly couldn't finish on account of the school closing for the night, was turning out a great and had a slightly different feel to it. I'm going to be pushing a few elements here and there as more of these come out. By the way this one if a red beet for all who were wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SxynO8vnIWI/AAAAAAAAAIE/RyP_AHfY-m4/s1600-h/forth_print2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SxynO8vnIWI/AAAAAAAAAIE/RyP_AHfY-m4/s320/forth_print2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412384727458324834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SxynOVo5ZyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ttE4j2GoXlo/s1600-h/forth_print.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SxynOVo5ZyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ttE4j2GoXlo/s320/forth_print.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412384716961179426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. And then of course, there are my new face sketches. My style is progressing slowly but surely. I need to keep sketching one of these a day so as to show a true transformation in my illustrative look. This is such a great project to work on, I don't know if my excitement will end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SxynU2oZ3GI/AAAAAAAAAIU/IJXfnuB5XBM/s1600-h/jen_face2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SxynU2oZ3GI/AAAAAAAAAIU/IJXfnuB5XBM/s320/jen_face2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412384828896697442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SxynPG1qzZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/WAOnSoRkj_c/s1600-h/jen_face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SxynPG1qzZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/WAOnSoRkj_c/s320/jen_face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412384730168085906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SxynOOVbEFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/C8YCZiQRteI/s1600-h/cesar_face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SxynOOVbEFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/C8YCZiQRteI/s320/cesar_face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412384715000451154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-1590655280405185216?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/1590655280405185216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/12/art-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/1590655280405185216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/1590655280405185216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/12/art-update.html' title='[ art update ]'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SxynVOiqF2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/TjwwDWEe3m4/s72-c/speeding_by.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-2253376773415809443</id><published>2009-12-06T16:35:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T16:55:22.079-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goslar</title><content type='html'>I joined the rest of the International students on a trip to Goslar on Saturday, which is located in the Hartz Mts. We went there to go take a tour of the old ore mines there and to visit the very well known, touristy, expensive, but seemingly magical Christmas Market going on there (in Germany I think there is a Christmas Market in almost every village no matter how small it is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing we had to do was catch our train to get to Goslar, the thing was the train was packed before it even pulled into the Hildesheim Hopbahnhauf. All 25 of us crammed into whatever cars we could get into and we all stood (or sat) in the aisle for the 50 minute train ride. What a great time that was. I knew that it wouldn't be much different for the ride back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/Sxw1FdDDI_I/AAAAAAAAAG0/UCij3rBqcD0/s1600-h/PC051239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/Sxw1FdDDI_I/AAAAAAAAAG0/UCij3rBqcD0/s320/PC051239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412259220005528562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/Sxw1F4t9avI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nyxttx7nGFQ/s1600-h/PC051265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/Sxw1F4t9avI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nyxttx7nGFQ/s320/PC051265.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412259227433265906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mine at Goslar was a fantastic adventure to see all the depths that these people traveled to just to get some chunks of ore here and there. It was a very eerie place to be but a breathtaking sight all at once. Once done with the mine exploration everyone was starving for some good Christmas Market food, along with a delicious side of glühwein (a spiced hot wine special for the holiday season). It was an unbelievable Christmas Market but it was so packed with people, tourists and residents alike that it became very overwhelming. Plus everything at the market was quite expensive compared to other markets that I have been to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/Sxw1GHLWR0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/UrvPyTPcru4/s1600-h/PC051293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/Sxw1GHLWR0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/UrvPyTPcru4/s320/PC051293.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412259231314626370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/Sxw1GLfoh_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/MDK4g6pgkuc/s1600-h/PC051294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/Sxw1GLfoh_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/MDK4g6pgkuc/s320/PC051294.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412259232473450482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/Sxw1M8RStAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/G4G2IjFVuD4/s1600-h/PC051303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/Sxw1M8RStAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/G4G2IjFVuD4/s320/PC051303.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412259348645852162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/Sxw1ND5mJxI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K0qkMVy42ds/s1600-h/PC051313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/Sxw1ND5mJxI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K0qkMVy42ds/s320/PC051313.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412259350693947154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was a fun adventure even if it came with freezing cold hands and feet and a few packed train rides. They definitely know how to celebrate Christmas over here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-2253376773415809443?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/2253376773415809443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/12/goslar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/2253376773415809443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/2253376773415809443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/12/goslar.html' title='Goslar'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/Sxw1FdDDI_I/AAAAAAAAAG0/UCij3rBqcD0/s72-c/PC051239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-2166972702730127912</id><published>2009-11-30T19:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T19:40:15.034-06:00</updated><title type='text'>faces passing by</title><content type='html'>So here we are again. Posting some more face sketches. I decided that I wanted to do a more official archive of this little project that I set for myself so I went out, picked up a sketchbook and started up fresh. Here are the three I have so far. Keep an eye out for more soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; [[ once again comments and critiques are welcome ]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SxRzO8JkOpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/a6L0qj9G-KA/s1600/sketchbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SxRzO8JkOpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/a6L0qj9G-KA/s320/sketchbook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410075752880421522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SxRzN-n0evI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xEHDpME5xGs/s1600/sketch1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SxRzN-n0evI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xEHDpME5xGs/s320/sketch1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410075736364317426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SxRzOIJIToI/AAAAAAAAAGc/LlPU1cGCoug/s1600/sketch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SxRzOIJIToI/AAAAAAAAAGc/LlPU1cGCoug/s320/sketch2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410075738919947906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SxRzOiq5AuI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ZhjSpapqw50/s1600/sketch3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SxRzOiq5AuI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ZhjSpapqw50/s320/sketch3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410075746040873698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-2166972702730127912?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/2166972702730127912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/11/faces-passing-by.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/2166972702730127912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/2166972702730127912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/11/faces-passing-by.html' title='faces passing by'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SxRzO8JkOpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/a6L0qj9G-KA/s72-c/sketchbook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-5880778454290863898</id><published>2009-11-27T01:15:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T01:41:59.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>siebdrucken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/Sw9_UTvVkXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HE1XmyI8W64/s1600/screens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/Sw9_UTvVkXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HE1XmyI8W64/s320/screens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408681664368185714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is some work that I have been printing off in my Siebdruck (screen printing) class. Our theme to work with is the agriculture of Hildesheim. I am working with the abbreviation of Hildesheim, the HI and the agricultural products that Hildesheim produces mixing them together in a typographical manner (so no, I am not saying "hi" with all of these prints).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will throw up the outlines I'm working on for my next couple of compositions. I'm hoping to keep developing as I move from piece to piece so the viewers can slowly see how each once becomes more and more organic than the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check them out and let me know some thoughts. Criticism is welcomed from all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/Sw9_Tbs-a1I/AAAAAAAAAFU/GVtemjLw4Cc/s1600/firstprint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/Sw9_Tbs-a1I/AAAAAAAAAFU/GVtemjLw4Cc/s320/firstprint.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408681649325894482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;first print (experimenting a little) in the end it was a horrible print because of all the&lt;br /&gt;things i messed up on, but it was a learning process for me for the latter pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/Sw9_fW83eDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/6NtfVXRC-TM/s1600/secondprint2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/Sw9_fW83eDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/6NtfVXRC-TM/s320/secondprint2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408681854208800818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/Sw9_Uiep1YI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Ig_JgV43ExE/s1600/secondprint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/Sw9_Uiep1YI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Ig_JgV43ExE/s320/secondprint.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408681668324742530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;first final print in the series, background got a little too dark and distracting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/Sw9_fopEomI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Qs2btVjGNec/s1600/thirdprint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/Sw9_fopEomI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Qs2btVjGNec/s320/thirdprint.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408681858957615714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/Sw9_f01wVaI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Zj7O3pOR7CE/s1600/thirdprint2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/Sw9_f01wVaI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Zj7O3pOR7CE/s320/thirdprint2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408681862232036770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;definitely my favorite so far. the onion. sadly i messed up on most of the&lt;br /&gt;prints of this one and these are the only two that really turned out well.&lt;br /&gt;thought i would mess around with different background color. preference?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/Sw9_UEc37MI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-mQtrEk2Uic/s1600/proofprint2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/Sw9_UEc37MI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-mQtrEk2Uic/s320/proofprint2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408681660264213698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;^  proof prints in screen printing can be so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;hoping to do something with these compositions later  v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/Sw9_ThKU98I/AAAAAAAAAFc/djYqzLndwgs/s1600/proofprint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/Sw9_ThKU98I/AAAAAAAAAFc/djYqzLndwgs/s320/proofprint.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408681650791184322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s. please excuse the bad lighting in the photos. they were taken in my&lt;br /&gt;room which doesn't have much of a light in the first place. i will be taking&lt;br /&gt;more professional quality photos later toward the end of the semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-5880778454290863898?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/5880778454290863898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/11/siebdrucken.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/5880778454290863898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/5880778454290863898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/11/siebdrucken.html' title='siebdrucken'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/Sw9_UTvVkXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HE1XmyI8W64/s72-c/screens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-8230017449550872688</id><published>2009-10-28T15:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T16:41:32.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what was i doing again...?</title><content type='html'>There is only so much time that a person can spend somewhere new until it loses its wonder. About two weeks back I could hardly bring myself to take my camera out of my backpack because I couldn't see anything that really seemed interesting. I couldn't find the motivation to take any bit of homework seriously. Even my small travel sketch journal that I carry with me everywhere hardly left the confines of my jacket's breast pocket. The real tough part about all of this was I was completely aware that I was beginning to see Hildesheim, Germany as another Menomonie, Wisconsin (one of the most boring towns I have stayed in).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the international students here were experiencing the same exact feelings I was. We had all fallen into a life of day-to-day routine within the confines of our German city, no longer enjoying the small details that interested us so much when we arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of my earlier posts I had talked all about how change was the fuel that stoked my motivational and inspirational fire. Falling into a routine is the exact opposite of that change that I desired so much. Only, I know how easy it is to fall within a comfortable routine and I know even more how hard it is to break such a routine. I talked about this to almost every one of the International students here and I couldn't find my way out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motivation = 0%&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration = 1%&lt;br /&gt;Wasted Energy... yeah, the other 99%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I started to think that maybe it wasn't simply that I was falling into a routine, it was that besides the change there was nothing else to motivate me. The pressure of the two week deadlines of the Design projects at Stout were no longer a factor on my mind. The design students here are given all the time in the world to finish the projects that are given over the semester. For someone who has become so adapt to a ticking clock pushing the productivity forward this system is very hard to get used to, me being this 'someone.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I forced myself to stay concentrated all weekend getting projects back on track and figuring out how this semester is going to work. I also started looking into places that I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; going to travel to over this and next semester (all of which will be kept a surprise until I finish my traveling to said places).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also talked to Anna, a girl I work with in the Cafe here, and she said that it is better to get into the habit of motivating yourself to do something because then you know that you can do it alone. 'It is only you who can tell you what to do.' I love that and I think that is what really got me going. So look out, I will be going crazy here pretty soon with everything I am going to be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry about the big gaps between the posts lately, I will be sure to keep all the updates coming more often. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-8230017449550872688?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/8230017449550872688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/10/thinking-critically.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/8230017449550872688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/8230017449550872688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/10/thinking-critically.html' title='what was i doing again...?'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-5032274482484714358</id><published>2009-10-25T07:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T15:34:56.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>inspiration beyond inspiration</title><content type='html'>Here in Germany there is no shortage of American art being represented. I recently went to an opening exhibition of the artist named James Turrell who strictly works with light and the way the eye and mind perceive it. In Germany and especially in Hildesheim at the HAWK people are very interested in Lighting Design. What is Lighting Design you ask? I was asking myself the same question. Lighting Design here is using light in ways that it is most efficient to light a space, or create a sense of emotion/feeling by using only lighting within a specified space. The HAWK is the only university in Europe that actually has a program specified only for Lighting Design and a few of the students organized this trip to Wolfsburg for the exhibition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SuRGNUwmkPI/AAAAAAAAADs/Nrer83zveqE/s1600-h/jamesturrell_Portrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SuRGNUwmkPI/AAAAAAAAADs/Nrer83zveqE/s320/jamesturrell_Portrait.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396515448221503730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;James Turrell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to this exhibition is was so packed with people we could hardly move around in the lobby of the Wolfsburg Kunst Museum. We were given a short introduction in German of what the whole James Turrell Wolfsburg Project involved and why it was so special. Then we were released into the gallery where there were process pieces of his previous and present work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got to his main installation we had to wait in a line because there was so many people trying to get into this room. I would see people walking out and looking around in amazement, completely taken aback by what they had seen. I couldn't understand how this piece of work could be so completely mesmerizing to everyone who saw it. Then I got my turn to enter this room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had to put little foot booties on so that all the shoes wouldn't ruin the white surface inside. The room was filled with this amazing magenta-violet-blue light that was constantly changing. I could hardly see a single corner of this huge space. And as I walked down this ramp that spanned from the entrance there was a wall in front of me that I could walk up to but wasn't allowed to go too close to. The wall looked like a huge screen with some kind of back lighting to it that made it glow with this unbelievable intensity. But I then found out that the reason no one was allowed to walk closer to this wall was because it was not a wall at all. The wall that was perceived to be only a meter away from me was actually 8 meters away from me and the edge where the wall and the floor met was actually a 130cm drop down into this other section of the room! It's impossible to describe this piece to get the full effect of it. I then walked out of the room and the rest of the museum seemed to be lit by these bright green lights and I realized that it was because my eyes became so adapt to the magenta color within the huge room that natural light became green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SuRD6lr2MEI/AAAAAAAAADc/XjUEuiSyjtM/s1600-h/JamesTurrell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SuRD6lr2MEI/AAAAAAAAADc/XjUEuiSyjtM/s320/JamesTurrell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396512927324188738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;James Turrell's Wolfsberg Project 2009 in Wolfsburg, Germany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that I have never been so moved by a piece of art in my life. There was something about this work that seemed so tangent and real that it sparked emotion within every person who saw it. Unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Turrell has also done work for the Walker Art Center in Minneapolis which some of the readers here might have seen before. Check out some more of James' work and be inspired. It is amazing how simple light can be used as a medium to inspire some complex and engaging ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SuRFk-x5H4I/AAAAAAAAADk/TteHUBaPlmo/s1600-h/jamesturrell_walker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SuRFk-x5H4I/AAAAAAAAADk/TteHUBaPlmo/s320/jamesturrell_walker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396514755126566786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sky Pesher by James Turrell created for the Walker Art Center in 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-5032274482484714358?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/5032274482484714358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/10/here-in-germany-there-is-no-shortage-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/5032274482484714358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/5032274482484714358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/10/here-in-germany-there-is-no-shortage-of.html' title='inspiration beyond inspiration'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SuRGNUwmkPI/AAAAAAAAADs/Nrer83zveqE/s72-c/jamesturrell_Portrait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-1223849955404736861</id><published>2009-10-16T09:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T14:57:34.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new post for you</title><content type='html'>Hello all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a post to get me back into the groove of doing an entry every week. I missed getting something up on here the last week and a half and I feel like its about due that I threw everyone something to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have just been rocking out to music, going to classes and thinking about (but not actually putting into practice) learning German, which is no good. Classes are getting good. I am really starting to get some interesting ideas going for some projects happening here. For example, I have my screen printing project that is open for us to do anything we want! The catch is the theme is around Agriculture in Hildesheim, anything from the products produced, the machinery used, the people who eat the food; anything. So I decided that I am going to do this very obscure idea that revolves around the network of distribution of everything within Hildesheim's agricultural system. Its really hard to explain at this point in the process but I think that it will be a very nice final piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my side projects, they are coming along slowly but surely. I do bits and pieces when I have the free time out of class. Ideas just keep pouring out of my head for thing that I would like to do next. I really have a short attention span when I comes to long term projects. This is actually something that I realized while I have been over here working on my German and BIG semester long projects: if I am working on something and I begin to get distracted while working on it, I think I need to move to the next thing because it is a sign that I have lost interest in what I'm doing at that moment. If I keep working on something and lose more and more interest in it, I really start to slow down throughout the entire process. This type of working may slow me down on getting one project done quickly but I think that it will improve my ability to balance and work with multiple projects (which is something that I am always doing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so that is enough on that whole thing. I need to get a picture thrown in here for everyone to check out. This is something that really inspires me a lot; a completely out of focus shot from my little point-and-shoot. I believe what makes it so beautiful is that it is a very abstracted shot, it looks as though there are only two or three colors that make up the composition and that the whole thing is built simply out of line and shape. It is of the main Bahnhof here in Hildesheim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get lost in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/StiLjN2hc8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/RrktY1ufgkw/s1600-h/line_and_shape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/StiLjN2hc8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/RrktY1ufgkw/s320/line_and_shape.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393213990906196930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-1223849955404736861?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/1223849955404736861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-post-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/1223849955404736861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/1223849955404736861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-post-for-you.html' title='new post for you'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/StiLjN2hc8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/RrktY1ufgkw/s72-c/line_and_shape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-4287745604963643445</id><published>2009-10-06T17:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T17:13:36.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just a taste</title><content type='html'>Alright, I am showing one of the projects I have assigned to myself for over this year in German. I am going to be drawing the faces of those I meet along the great adventure and working with expressions of the characters and line quality and drawing style to represent the personality of each person. It will be an interesting process and I believe I will develop some interesting techniques throughout the whole thing, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;plus it will be way too much fun&lt;/span&gt; (I am a nerd of art).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These first few faces (from left to right, top to bottom) are of a Russian exchange student studying with me, a German girl who is a product designer and a tutor for some of the Spanish exchange students here, and of Jen (the one who helped me adapt to life in Germany).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now these are only sketches. I'm looking to develop them into a more finalized form with some color later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited to do this project!! Keep an eye out for more updates on my sketches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SsvANlzBzWI/AAAAAAAAADI/IadPaZN8l90/s1600-h/faces_sketch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SsvANlzBzWI/AAAAAAAAADI/IadPaZN8l90/s320/faces_sketch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389612718795902306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-4287745604963643445?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/4287745604963643445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-taste.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/4287745604963643445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/4287745604963643445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-taste.html' title='just a taste'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SsvANlzBzWI/AAAAAAAAADI/IadPaZN8l90/s72-c/faces_sketch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-4797655771344029905</id><published>2009-09-28T15:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T11:40:32.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>random happenings</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was in my Metal 1 class and it was quite interesting. I introduced myself to the class in German and the professor was quite taken aback; very funny. I sat in this class for almost 5 hours listening to nothing but German. All the explanations of the machines we will be using, the dangers of each and the reasons we will use them... all in German: the language that I hardly know anything about. But of course I stayed attentive to what the professor was saying and tried my hardest to catch any little piece of information (luckily I have a good friend in that class who is German so I can get an overview of everything form her later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really have to go around the school facilities here and take some pictures because they blow the Stout facilities to pieces. The design buildings here may be small and a little bit old but at least they are inspiring. The hallways are filled with color and there are great areas for the students to lounge, talk and have a cup of coffee in between classes. Plus the labs are fantastic! So many machines in the metals lab were placed on giant log pedestals (yes, a log of wood). But all the machines are top notch and very safe and the rooms are very comfortable to work in, which is a good thing considering you sit in an average class for about 5 hours. This is really the biggest thing I have to complain about in terms of Stout's design program: get more inspiring work facilities for the design students if you want them to be inspired to work on projects. I think I'm going to make a big effort when I go back to Stout to persuading the people in charge to change a few things around design building to make a more work friendly environment for students who are in there 24/7 (and I know there are a lot of them). Like I said, I'll have some pictures up soon of the HAWK buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This has nothing to do with anything I wrote about, but it is quite inspiring. I thought I would share this because it is something that is a corner stone for a project I am working in my own time. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PpEEXDWFDag&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PpEEXDWFDag&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-4797655771344029905?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/4797655771344029905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/09/yesterday-i-was-in-my-metal-1-class-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/4797655771344029905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/4797655771344029905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/09/yesterday-i-was-in-my-metal-1-class-and.html' title='random happenings'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-5432844244447892077</id><published>2009-09-24T12:29:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T18:57:18.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>get going</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I love bikes way too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/Sruspp1bBpI/AAAAAAAAADA/lTR5yaGPSFk/s1600-h/old_bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/Sruspp1bBpI/AAAAAAAAADA/lTR5yaGPSFk/s320/old_bike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385087611056096914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; went to my first possible class today. The semester has started to roll and the time is going to be thrown right by my head... oh, boy. I'm thoroughly excited, though. I'm going to be surrounded by people who do things with a much different aesthetics than the people I usually hang out with in the States. I'm looking to gain some sort of individuality and originality within my design work and concept. Keep an eye out on my deviantart page (www.solitaryspade.deviantart.com) because I'm hoping to be updating that pretty frequently here but my first job is to clean some of my old stuff out of that profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering about the picture of the bike, it is the free one that I was given when I first arrived. It may not be apparent right away from the picture but it is the biggest rusty, piece of junk I have ever witnessed a bike to be... but I really got attached to it within the past couple of days. The bike had so much character and history in each of its nasty, squeaky ball-bearings that it made me proud to ride it. But the I found out that it actually belonged to someone so I had to return it to the International Office and get a new one, one that actually fits my tall frame. The only problem is that I need to replace both tires and tubes on it so I have a little bit of work ahead. I literally just dropped my thoughts of the first bike I received and I was ready to make the bike my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this made me realize how quickly human attachment for someone can change so quickly to something else. A love of the way I live at home in the States but notice how quickly I have fallen in love with the lifestyle over here. Of course I don't work and make money to live off of here but I still love everything about Germany!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the old has to be let go so that one can fully experience and enjoy the new, and maybe even find something, somewhere or someone else to love. I'm just making the bike all my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-5432844244447892077?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/5432844244447892077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/09/get-going.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/5432844244447892077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/5432844244447892077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/09/get-going.html' title='get going'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/Sruspp1bBpI/AAAAAAAAADA/lTR5yaGPSFk/s72-c/old_bike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-82393777185781926</id><published>2009-09-20T07:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T07:09:43.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>eureka!!</title><content type='html'>Alright, so I finally figured out how to get the scanner/printer working in my room so now everyone follow my thoughts through my sketches and not just through my words (considering I'm much better at expressing myself in the former).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a quick excerpt form my little travel book. Read, view, and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SrYbDet4qaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/qLeDhdMNllI/s1600-h/littlebook1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SrYbDet4qaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/qLeDhdMNllI/s320/littlebook1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383520151167084962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-82393777185781926?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/82393777185781926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/09/eureka.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/82393777185781926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/82393777185781926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/09/eureka.html' title='eureka!!'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SrYbDet4qaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/qLeDhdMNllI/s72-c/littlebook1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-1988828555548939717</id><published>2009-09-15T12:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T04:51:29.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>before the semester begins</title><content type='html'>Haven't posted anything for about a week so there are a few things that I really want to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love Germany&lt;/span&gt;!! I'm already starting up my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fifth&lt;/span&gt; week over here and the time just keeps flying by faster and faster each day. The most ridiculous part about this whole thing is that the semester hasn't even started yet. Its really going to be interesting to see where the time goes and how fast (or slow) it changes me, if at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Next update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a great number of people over here who remind me exactly of friends/family back at home. It is a very strange thing to realize when I'm talking to someone new and I make the connection... actually, its a little eerie. The part I wonder about is whether these people are literally German/European clones of the people back at home or if it is all in my subconscious mind; some part of me trying to cope with being away from home, bring forth familiarities so as to seem closer to home. I have been thinking about that whole thing for a while and I can't come up with an answer... haha! Another thing I realize is what will happen after I go home after 11 months here? Will I then compare my friends at home to all the people I get to know here? Oh boy, its going to an interesting experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;On a completely different note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many personal projects planned out for myself, just to keep busy over the semester (considering the projects are a little more laid back here depending on how you time-manage). I have one planned out that is going to take me all year to work on, just a little 'piece' everyday. I think once I get down the process the final work is going to turn out pretty well. My brain is just constantly cooking up new ideas every hour and its beginning to drive me nuts because I can only do so much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thing I'm really going to have to start looking at while I'm here is what my real passion is in this whole Graphic Design thing. Seeing as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Graphic Design&lt;/span&gt; is such a broad term, meaning anything from web design to simple publication and typographical layout. But I do seem so find most of my enjoyment in Illustration... So I'm starting to feel that I need to figure out someway to incorporate that into my work because solely working on the computer all day long drives me insane. I'm pretty sure I haven't found that nitch in the whole field of design yet but it should come along soon enough. I have to start stepping outside of my box and pushing myself to new areas, it's the only way I'll end up stumbling upon what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure anyone reading this is saying to themselves, "Well yeah, of course you need to step outside your box." Its just something that has always been tough for me to do. I remember during my second semester last year I had my Mid-Program Review and one of the greatest design professors I know told me that I am obviously a person with natural talent BUT that means that I am most likely very comfortable with the level I'm at and what I can do. So I need to realize that the only way I'll be able to excel is to do things I'm not comfortable with, and to fail at some things and to get back up and try again, and to discover and expand. It was the one thing that really brought back some of my motivation and inspiration. I have been applying what he told me to my entire life over here, actually. I am doing things that I wouldn't normally do, being someone I wouldn't normally be, not in a bad or crazy way, but in a way that I can discover things about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I think I've ranted enough for one entry.&lt;br /&gt;Keep life interesting, people! Step outside the box and find something new in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;v     Cool Guy     v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SrSm8nCkv_I/AAAAAAAAACw/bkhusnzfRLY/s1600-h/cool_guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SrSm8nCkv_I/AAAAAAAAACw/bkhusnzfRLY/s320/cool_guy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383111014816727026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-1988828555548939717?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/1988828555548939717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/09/before-semester-begins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/1988828555548939717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/1988828555548939717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/09/before-semester-begins.html' title='before the semester begins'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SrSm8nCkv_I/AAAAAAAAACw/bkhusnzfRLY/s72-c/cool_guy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-6870743305903420334</id><published>2009-09-05T19:30:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T07:51:25.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>philosophy beyond my understanding</title><content type='html'>So, I'm over here with one of my good friends from Stout, Jake, and we both have the same views of the world and art and whatnot but when I talk to Jake I realize that he is far more in depth with everything that is going on. We can start talking about any subject from the great world of Japanese animation to the ways our country works and it always ends up coming down to Jake getting into this long and deep tangent of his perspective of things and it evolves into this sort of philosophical explanation of things far greater than what we were originally talking about. He actually gets so into it that it becomes impossible to get a work in edge-wise, but at the same time I become so interested in not necessarily just what Jake is saying, but more how he's saying it and how much of his mind he's starts to speak with no censorship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know it is really starting to sound like I'm rambling on and on about nothing but this has a point, I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SqOvGD-jQXI/AAAAAAAAACo/bmZ-CIShfXc/s1600-h/lifebot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SqOvGD-jQXI/AAAAAAAAACo/bmZ-CIShfXc/s320/lifebot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378334898692243826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I listen to Jake go on talking about this and rambling about that I think about what my philosophy is. How do I see this world? What standards or guidelines do I live my day-to-day life through? Is there any way I could possible describe such a philosophy to anyone if I was able to figure it out? All of this really got sparked when I started to read this book all about the basics of philosophy throughout history. Every one of the big questions that so may great thinkers filled their days with trying to figure out the true and absolute answers to, all inspired me to think deeper about the things around me. I don't know if I could explain such a philosophy that compels me to live out life everyday. I only know certain guidelines that keep my head on straight and help me cope with the world. One word comes to mind, "Optimism." Everything that happens to me throughout the day I constantly try to keep my mind on the positive outcome of each situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SqOvFkMaNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/KgF3T3-m2ks/s1600-h/bridgingd_the_banks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SqOvFkMaNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/KgF3T3-m2ks/s320/bridgingd_the_banks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378334890160436546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really debating with myself whether to tell everyone about this or not but I figure it's really something that has given me an interesting view on some things and it relates to this whole optimistic thing I'm getting into, so here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out swimming with some of my German friends during the evening of about the third day here in Germany. I was going to swim out with them to the middle of the lake to a buoy and then swim back. The dumb part about this whole thing was that I was still experiencing some of the jet lag and my diet had changed pretty dramatically within those first couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I approached the middle of Lake Hohnsen I began to feel pretty tired and I turned back toward the shore. As I swam I started to get really dizzy and disoriented. I stopped to look around and see if I could get to a closer shore but I was the same distance from the nearest sides so all I could do was try to conserve my energy and back stoke toward the main shore. The only thing on my mind was that I was stuck in the middle of this lake with no one who could possibly help me and I had a big chance that I might drown. But my mind didn't keep on that thought for long, I needed to be motivated to make it and I just had to keep looking up at the sky thinking of how beautiful the day was and how excited I was to be in Germany to learn a whole new perspective of design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what seemed like an hour of swimming I finally made it back and I could hardly breath, but I made it and that's all that mattered. I'm pretty sure it was the scariest thing that has ever happened to me. I got through all of that only because I didn't think about the shitty things going on right then, all the bad outcomes that could have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if thinking about only the good things is really something that helps me in every situation because at times I choose to be ignorant of issues that are going on, not just for me but for everyone. I don't want to waste my time in life feeling depressed or hating all the crappy things that go on everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if this whole entry had much of a point to it and I'm not saying that everyone should just forget about the serious issues that are going on around us (considering that's one of my downfalls). I'm only saying there are a lot of people in the world who get so caught up in the depressing things and they forget that something good always comes out of every situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went all over the place with this one but I was just saying exactly what I was thinking, which can get kind of messy and disorganized. As the great Walt Whitman wrote, "Always keep your face toward the sun, and shadows will fall behind you."&lt;br /&gt;Remember it and love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;~ Complete awesomeness ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SqOvFeTfSVI/AAAAAAAAACY/Y1iGQSxQBjY/s1600-h/angel-wings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SqOvFeTfSVI/AAAAAAAAACY/Y1iGQSxQBjY/s320/angel-wings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378334888579516754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-6870743305903420334?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/6870743305903420334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/09/philosophy-beyond-my-understanding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/6870743305903420334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/6870743305903420334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/09/philosophy-beyond-my-understanding.html' title='philosophy beyond my understanding'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SqOvGD-jQXI/AAAAAAAAACo/bmZ-CIShfXc/s72-c/lifebot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-3785891892877807485</id><published>2009-09-02T16:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T08:53:51.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sprechen sie... englisch? maybe not</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I returned from my great trip to Koeln, which is one of the larger cities in Germany. I saw the main downtown area, the Dom of Koeln (spectacular piece of architecture), and the old town as well *check out the pics on flickr soon*. I was only there for a short time so I didn't get too much time to explore everything, but all the same it was a lot of fun. I also got to meet some friends of my good friend, Jen. We stayed at their place while staying in Koeln and they showed us all these sites. But what I thought was so awesome was that I got to experience someone use German in a way that was very comical. His name was Thomas and he would make goofy voices and would switch between German and English (which I have been informed is considered Denglish) and it was completely hilarious. It seems strange that I'm so interested in this fact, I mean obviously people who speak English aren't the only ones who try to clownish it's just that I have never seen or heard anyone do it in a different language before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And now I think I'm rambling... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I made my final move into my apartment and out of Jen's hair. I really didn't realize how much I relied on her for my survival around here. She translated everything for me, knew where everything was, and was a great person to hang out with and get my mind off of my longing for home. Sadly the reality of the abroad experience hit me hard. I'm going to be studying German as much as I can on my own time, it's the only way I'll be able to make it. It really give me a whole new perspective on things. There are so many people in Germany and around the world that learn English as a second language that most Americans expect everyone to understand them. When I think about that whole concept it's completely absurd, if I am the visitor in this country I should be able to speak and understand at least the basic parts of German. So, the German lessons shall begin tomorrow for me (self taught lessons, that is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A goal of mine while on this whole adventure is to be accepted as an American who can respect the German culture that everyone lives by. Plus, I can't stand being lost in translation anymore. Look out Germany, I'm going to be speaking your language!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-3785891892877807485?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/3785891892877807485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/09/sprechen-sie-englisch-maybe-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/3785891892877807485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/3785891892877807485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/09/sprechen-sie-englisch-maybe-not.html' title='sprechen sie... englisch? maybe not'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-3226419342144003289</id><published>2009-08-27T17:20:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T05:58:32.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>changing</title><content type='html'>I found out something very interesting about myself, something that I am a complete idiot for not figuring out earlier. Change is the key, the fuel that keeps me inspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SpetRkmJNeI/AAAAAAAAABo/FkUk5X08o4I/s1600-h/facilty_design.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SpetRkmJNeI/AAAAAAAAABo/FkUk5X08o4I/s320/facilty_design.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374955197683021282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The main entrance to the design facility building where I will be studying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Over my last semester I noticed that my inspiration and motivation were disappearing faster than I could hope to replace them. The cause wasn't that the year was coming to a close, it wasn't that I was getting distracted by friends or relationships, and it had nothing to do with the level of classes that I was in. When I look back at the whole thing it was because of my mundane and seemingly boring routine that I followed every day; the same environment and atmosphere that I surrounded myself with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have come to this completely new country, surrounded by things that seem so unfamiliar and strange, I find that my mind is being stimulated to the point where I feel energized and excited for the next &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; to happen. As I ride my bike around this city I'm constantly looking up at all the buildings, seeing all the signs and advertisements and design work, and looking at all the culture amongst the people here and my brain is always trying to keep up, trying to grasp everything that is going on around me. I've started doing things that I never really did while I was back in the States. I've started to write in little journals that I bring along with me everywhere I go (thanks for the idea, Alex), I've begun to take photographs of everything that I find an interest in no matter how small, and I've started to make a regularity of my reading habits. I never have been much of a reader, in fact I only finished one book this entire summer, but now I've started reading at least an hour each day since arriving here in Hildesheim. I'm also reading these very off-beat things such as the basic teachings of the great philosophers in history and interesting papers on large psychological studies. This is all triggering parts of my mind that I never really worked on because I never seemed to find the time or need to think out off-topic things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amongst these changes comes the biggest one: being immersed into the German language. I have not been taught anything about this language yet so it's something I am constantly trying to grasp as the people here talk around me. When two individuals are engaged in a conversation I try to concentrate on all the little details that are going on such as the tone of voice between each of them, the facial expressions that are made and the hand gestures and eye movements. These little parts are tools to help me decipher what is being talked about and I begin to understand what is happening within the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;This is how they park on all the streets around here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;halfway on the sidewalk... interesting and strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SpetSjwPzLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5sli-cEhqXo/s1600-h/park_it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SpetSjwPzLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5sli-cEhqXo/s320/park_it.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374955214636829874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SpetTK9pS6I/AAAAAAAAACA/uz93Bj0_YMA/s1600-h/sticker_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SpetTK9pS6I/AAAAAAAAACA/uz93Bj0_YMA/s320/sticker_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374955225162009506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This little critter kicks major butt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is just some of the heavy change that has been happening to me and it's lead to some great concepts and ideas for art and design projects. I also feel more attentive of my surroundings and more motivated to do a number of things throughout my day. This whole thing comes down to me embracing change in my life. I need to start changing my routine more often. I have to get lost when heading to a familiar location only to find a new route to my destination. I have to paint my walls different colors and move furniture more often. I need to meet new people and talk about complete unknown topics just to get my brain working. Change is never been something I have been afraid of but it is something that I've never completely engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Speaking of changing the color of the walls in my room, for some reason &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;been into purple right now and, what do you know, my new room has a large purple wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SpetSBgnWiI/AAAAAAAAABw/w17hPHRBGt0/s1600-h/my_room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SpetSBgnWiI/AAAAAAAAABw/w17hPHRBGt0/s320/my_room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374955205444459042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SpetTcZwMnI/AAAAAAAAACI/HKfsL0bxfKk/s1600-h/workspace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SpetTcZwMnI/AAAAAAAAACI/HKfsL0bxfKk/s320/workspace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374955229843305074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Where creativity will take over. Hopefully over this semester some cool concepts&lt;br /&gt;can be turned out while sitting at this wonderful drafting table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Change is nothing but a new way of seeing the world and an ever changing world is what everyone searches for. Bringing about the change is what becomes the challenge. I find the only thing I can ask myself each day I wake up here is: What next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-3226419342144003289?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/3226419342144003289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/08/changing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/3226419342144003289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/3226419342144003289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/08/changing.html' title='changing'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SpetRkmJNeI/AAAAAAAAABo/FkUk5X08o4I/s72-c/facilty_design.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-3112111025789741502</id><published>2009-08-22T01:26:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T12:55:43.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just go with the flow</title><content type='html'>Alright, so my flight out of Toronto was my first Int'l flight and it was on a huge B-777. I really played the "Dumb American Tourist" for that one while I was boarding. First off, I got on and threw my carry-on up in a compartment but it wouldn't fit all the way in. I figured it wouldn't be a huge deal because they would just shove it in and close the door on the compartment. Instead I was called out by one of the flight attendants and told to find a different spot for my stuff. After doing that I sat down and realized that someone next to me was confused why I was there because she was sure that her and her granddaughters had the entire center row. So I had to check my boarding pass and of course I sat in the wrong seat. Real nice... With all the blood rushing to my face because of the embarrassment and stupidity I finally got into my proper seat and prepared for the long flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't such a bad flight even if it was about six and a half hours. I just ended up reading a large chunk of my book and enjoyed some of the free personal music and movies. I did take a break from my in flight activities to watch as the horizon turned into nothing more than a line dividing the last bit of light in the sky from the dark, solid mass of the earth below. It became dark much faster than a normal day because the plane was flying eastward. Before I knew it, I could see nothing but black out of the window. Pitch black. The darkness of the night only lasted for about 3 hours or so because the plane met the sun on its way back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in Frankfurt Int'l Airport I was relieved/excited/anxious. I stepped off the plane and suddenly felt only one thing... confusion. Frankfurt's Int'l Airport is HUGE, and let me tell you, that's an understatement. I got my final boarding pass and was told that I had to travel over 3km to reach my gate all the way at the end of the Lufthansa facilities. The really funny part was the security just let through customs without any questions being asked and without any searches. It was actually kind of weird and I don't know why they simply had me skip through the line but I was't complaining. While walking along to terminal A I had to pass through this long underground tunnel with moving pathways all the way to the end (see picture below). It was an amazing sight. Then I came across these really interesting facilities that were basically smoke booths. These glass cubes had sliding doors to allow a smoker to enter the small space to light up a cigarette within the airport as to not break the rules of no smoking in the terminals... It was as though these people were being put on display while they enjoyed the full effect of their precious lung-blackening smoke that filled the glass enclosure. I didn't take any pictures because I'm sure none of them would have appreciated (no matter how interesting the notion of having these things around the airport was to me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SpAvAMDaqJI/AAAAAAAAABY/BR32vL19P_4/s1600-h/frankfurt_tunnel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SpAvAMDaqJI/AAAAAAAAABY/BR32vL19P_4/s320/frankfurt_tunnel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372846035735062674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;This is the Frankfurt Int'l Airport underground tunnel to terminal A. Cool stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Frankfurt I took a flight that was no longer than 45 minutes in the air to Hannover. I chose a window seat to view every detail below. It was far beyond beautiful, these little villages that were so tightly nit into neat straight-edge shapes. I could see all the red from all the traditional ceramic roofing used on every home and business complex. The extensive number of fussbal (soccer) fields spread throughout villages large and small. I was more than ready to land. Once off the plane it was an amazing feeling to be done with flying and to see that my baggage had made the whole journey safely with me. My good friend who lives in Hildesheim and is very soon due to graduate was waiting for me outside the baggage claim area and I was ecstatic to see her because I wouldn't have made too far without her guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you one thing, exchanging the American dollar into euros is complete crap. I felt like I was robbed!! The exchange rate there is 1:1.60... it was horrible watching all of that cash disappearing like that. Horrible... but that just makes me much more conscious of the money I have to live off of while I'm over here. Me and Jen had small talk while on the hour long train ride to Hildesheim while I watched out the window in amazement and she enjoyed my reaction to this foreign land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SpAvAfcc2lI/AAAAAAAAABg/elOB4BrSZTc/s1600-h/actually_tired.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SpAvAfcc2lI/AAAAAAAAABg/elOB4BrSZTc/s320/actually_tired.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372846040940337746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;This is the ridiculous face I make when I am super tired. Pretty dang scary, wouldn't you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-3112111025789741502?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/3112111025789741502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-go-with-flow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/3112111025789741502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/3112111025789741502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-go-with-flow.html' title='just go with the flow'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/SpAvAMDaqJI/AAAAAAAAABY/BR32vL19P_4/s72-c/frankfurt_tunnel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-57639440182090906</id><published>2009-08-19T09:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:50:30.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>little change in plans</title><content type='html'>So I don't know what to think about the start of my great adventure. Ha! Basically I had a delayed flight out of MPLS and I couldn't catch my connecting flight from Toronto to London. So I've been spending some time here in Toronto, prepping for the flight out later today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I can't complain, I mean this is what an adventure is all about: doing something completely unexpected and spontaneous. Basically things I'm not really known to do in an average day. Actually, now that I think about it, I don't do anything spontaneous at all. I'm a damn boring person let alone artist. The realization of this just makes me that much more excited to be on this journey because I'm hoping to find something in myself that I've never really explored before (no matter how cheesy it sounds) that's one of the main reasons I'm doing this whole thing. Plus, don't tell me that no one has felt the need to get lost for the chance to find something, not knowing exactly what, just something. Yes, that makes complete sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trip will be starting back up at 17:30 19.8.09 when I fly out to Frankfurt, Germany instead of my previous flight to London, England. I must admit that I was pretty excited to see one of the worlds largest international airports even if I would have been racing through it to catch my following flight. Hopefully I'll get a chance to explore London a bit more once I start getting trips planned out, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/Sowex2sXMTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4DIff91qyHA/s1600-h/flight_itinerary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/Sowex2sXMTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4DIff91qyHA/s320/flight_itinerary.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371702297390166322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oh! On a completely different note: go see 500 Days of Summer. It is a fantastic movie with a great twist on the romantic comedy genre (I know people will be rolling their eyes at that one). It's really a work of art in the way it was written and directed, the cast is perfection (Zooey Deschanel and Joseph Gordon-Levitt), and the soundtrack kicks major butt. Some old and new age British punk rock and ambiance tracks really push it home. Well, that's it for my completely random movie review. Ha ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- auf wiedersehen -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-57639440182090906?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/57639440182090906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-change-in-plans.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/57639440182090906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/57639440182090906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-change-in-plans.html' title='little change in plans'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/Sowex2sXMTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4DIff91qyHA/s72-c/flight_itinerary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-8603009801079032229</id><published>2009-08-19T09:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T09:40:18.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i didn't know that could really happen...</title><content type='html'>I couldn't help but post this for all the design and type nerds out there. It's just &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt; too funny to see this scene played out (because everyone has imagined the scenario in their heads at some point in time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- enjoy -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="322"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.46" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" VALUE="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=14811413&amp;vid=5647796&amp;lang=en-us&amp;intl=us&amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//l.yimg.com/a/i/us/sch/cn/video06/5647796_rnd22345600_19.jpg&amp;embed=1&amp;ap=9460582" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.46" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512" height="322" allowFullScreen="true" AllowScriptAccess="always" bgcolor="#000000" flashVars="id=14811413&amp;vid=5647796&amp;lang=en-us&amp;intl=us&amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//l.yimg.com/a/i/us/sch/cn/video06/5647796_rnd22345600_19.jpg&amp;embed=1&amp;ap=9460582" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.yahoo.com/watch/5647796/14811413"&gt;The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog&lt;/a&gt; @ &lt;a href="http://video.yahoo.com" &gt;Yahoo! Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-8603009801079032229?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/8603009801079032229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-didnt-know-that-could-really-happen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/8603009801079032229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/8603009801079032229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-didnt-know-that-could-really-happen.html' title='i didn&apos;t know that could really happen...'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-2111164609065504565</id><published>2009-06-04T09:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T10:02:14.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wow... that's the key</title><content type='html'>I've been reading this very interesting book that has helped me to rethink the way I approach my studies as a Graphic Designer. The book is titled &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;How to be a Graphic Designer without losing your Soul&lt;/span&gt; by Adrian Shaughnessy, and its an extremely excellent source for keeping everything in check as a designer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chapter that I am in now is working around the subject of what it takes to be a Graphic Designer in the modern world and how to keep afloat and be successful. It may sound extremely obvious, but as a designer we are not only expected to know how to use photoshop, make grid layouts, and print fabulous color calibrated publications; we are also expected to know a great deal of the past, current, and future culture that our society is influenced by. Being a graphic designer takes knowledge of politics, entertainment, business, technology, literature, and many more diverse categories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it all comes down to it, this is so true. This past semester I felt like I had the hardest time doing some of my projects for my studio design courses, and I tried so may things to break down the wall that was holding me back. But looking at it again, I realize that all I did was look up artist upon artist, websites of beautiful colors and layouts, imagery that almost overloaded my mind to the point where the only thing I could think about was other peoples design work. In doing this I isolated myself from the aspects in my life that, I now realize, I took for granted; looking at the world around me and being interested in other things other than typography and digital painting. There was a world of inspiration that I wasn't taking advantage of and in the end it was tough to make it past that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is that its so hard to find inspiration in something that I don't understand the meaning to. Such as how a painting is done so beautifully with perfect, living brushstrokes and seamlessly flawless color. But if I can't find an artist statement for that piece or there is not enough of an emotions trigger for me to be able to create my own story behind the painting then it becomes less tangible in my eyes. The painting becomes nothing more than something to look at on the wall, which in turn becomes much less of an influence on me as an artist and designer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also looking at the this cultural knowledge as being ammunition for conversation among clients and fellow designers. People in these positions want to know that they aren't talking with someone completely ignorant of the world around them; they want to talk with someone who knows how to observe and pay attention to detail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to the final thing in this chapter of the book that struck me hard: Life for a designer is not about doing research, life and all the experiences that a designer goes through IS research, which means we are constantly learning new things. Every news article read, every new band discovered and enjoyed, and every conversation had with a friend; its all ammunition for a designers library of sparking inspiration. Saving an endless stock pile of scraps until the perfect time comes along when a creative can throw together a collage that has meaning behind each piece used. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, this is all basic knowledge to anyone in the design field but at times, like what happened to me, we can forget that and get lost in the sea of visual eye candy, completely loosing track of finding something meaningful. Keep an interest in the world, design is not the center of everything we know (no matter how much we wish it was).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-2111164609065504565?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/2111164609065504565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/06/wow-that-key.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/2111164609065504565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/2111164609065504565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/06/wow-that-key.html' title='wow... that&apos;s the key'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-8870111618045574844</id><published>2009-02-17T23:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T15:17:45.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have you been all my life?!</title><content type='html'>Over the past few weeks I had been in a huge rut. I would wake up in the morning, write down everything I had to get done for the day, do the class thing, and return to my dusty dorm room completely worn out and unmotivated to do anything. I am usually the kind of person who works to the point where it's almost sickening for people to think about but that's because I have very high expectations for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to realize that I was falling victim to something I couldn't quite figure out the solution to. {it drives me crazy when I can get stuff like that worked out}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today was the day I found out the reason why I've been a little off basically this whole semester and it all came to me when I had my mid-program review today. Now I know I'm going to sound like an egotistical douche for saying this but I was in desperate need of appreciation for the work I was doing. I had studios last semester with some really fun people who have become extremely good friends of mine and we would work on projects together and give each other feedback and really try to motivate one another. That's what I've been missing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professors walked into my mid-program, which I had to almost run to get to on time, and they really gave me some amazing comments. One of the professors considered a piece I did to be one of the best he's seen this year. The one professor that I actually had for a class (Andy DuCett) stayed behind after the review and talked to me one-on-one about some huge strengths that I had as a designer, from good communication to amazing work motivation. It not only make me feel good but it really made me re-discover some of the reasons why I'm in this major, why I want to be a designer. It is what makes me the person I am. I love to to meet new people, I have an amazing work ethic, and I constantly desire the chance the learn something new everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm also in this field because I have a very extroverted personality. I get my energy from the praise I receive from my peers and other people around me, I love the recognition for the hard work that I am wired to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motivation needs fuel to keep burning. All of us as artist, students, human beings need recognition that what we are putting our time and effort into is worth something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give your friend a pat on the back and tell them that they are doing a great job!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay on top of your game everyone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-8870111618045574844?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/8870111618045574844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-have-you-been-all-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/8870111618045574844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/8870111618045574844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-have-you-been-all-my-life.html' title='Where have you been all my life?!'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-3702565828786734786</id><published>2009-01-25T22:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:45:36.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well that was nice...</title><content type='html'>Today I watched the movie &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist&lt;/span&gt; and it was a wonderfully hilarious and fun movie with an amazing soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story was really great: a couple kids who love music find themselves to be meant for each other through the events that take place over one night of venue hopping. I found something else to be very interesting completely beside the storyline: the characters in this movie are so into their music that they completely dedicate their lives to it, loosing track of other things happening around them. In a way it seems to be an aspect of ignorance but as I thought about it I could see that it was their passion to listen to music, watch these bands through all hours of the night and to just loose themselves in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be the last one to realize this but I see now that I don't really care about biology all that much; I don't see why I should force myself to pick up a guitar when in the back of mind I know I don't have the time to play it; I don't know why I have to try and do everything perfect. I am an artist who loves creating visual pieces of work that speak to everyone who look at it. Art is my passion and that's all that should really matter (beside my family and friends), and in a way I think that would help me to truly find my place in the world of art and design. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an artist and that is what everyone should see when they look at me. It's not shameful to say that I don't know about something because I was to busy creating a beautiful painting to find time to read the headlines for a day or so. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've ranted on and on about my nerdy art life, please check out &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist&lt;/span&gt; when it comes out on dvd. Definitely worth it, great laughs and a fun romance that will make you want to search for 'your song.' Hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-3702565828786734786?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/3702565828786734786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-that-was-nice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/3702565828786734786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/3702565828786734786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-that-was-nice.html' title='Well that was nice...'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032582432153999654.post-2654550925823939347</id><published>2009-01-25T10:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:55:00.291-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Here I Am</title><content type='html'>Would you look at this, I'm actually setting aside time to start up a new blog and throw up an entry. Hopefully going to make this into a nice little habit of mine. Reflection is just so good for the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;soul&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on somewhat of a self improvement binge right now. I just can't stand how I look around the web and find all these great blog entries that can be considered just as much of an art as a painting on a wall. Even after reading some of them I haven't even attempted to try to do anything remotely like it. Looking into the mind of an artist, a writer, or even just an &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;average joe&lt;/span&gt; reviewing what he did over the day is so interesting. Plus what's the point of going through life without really thinking about what went on, seeing something that you never noticed before and understanding how it effected your life... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now I'm just starting to sound like a wannabe Confucius talking about all this random crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll hear from some regulars over time as I keep updating stuff&lt;br /&gt;if not... meh. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;S'all good&lt;/span&gt;. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032582432153999654-2654550925823939347?l=jesselindhorst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/feeds/2654550925823939347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-here-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/2654550925823939347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032582432153999654/posts/default/2654550925823939347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesselindhorst.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-here-i-am.html' title='So Here I Am'/><author><name>j e s s e  l i n d h o r s t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462738266207763325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xANxxSlqq_I/TDUBlks60JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iMmdftvaEqg/S220/ProfilePic_sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
