37 days

Recently, while reading one of my favorite blogs, I came across a "call for artists."  This amazing blogger whose ideas, philosophy and purpose deeply resonate with my own is publishing a book based on her blog.  Anytime I can put my creative energy to work for a good cause, I am in!  Here are the illustrations I did for my two assignments:

Close the boardroom closet

Celebrate every orange flag

Scooter!!!

I am starting an on-line poll. My lovely lady thinks that a scooter would be a bad idea for me as I sometimes can be a little clumsy and attention deficit. Plus she thinks that Atlanta traffic doesn't really care about scooter drivers on the road and I will end up being an mangled pile of flesh and bones on Ponce one day on my way to work. I, on the other hand, think that I would be just fine becuase I would be extra safe, take the neighborhood streets and would probably wear a REALLY big and bright safety helmet.
Here are my compelling pro-scooter arguments:
1. Gas costs me a FORTUNE. Somewhere in the neigborhood of $200/mo.
2. My car is unneccesary for my commuting needs
3. My carbon footprint is an atrocity
5. I have not been in any accidents or had any tickets in at least the last 10 years
4. I would look really cute on my orange retro-styled, no insurance or tags needed in the state of Georgia, scooter with my scarf waving in the wind.

Now is the time for you, my kind readers, to weigh in.

Butterball.

Not to ruin your Thanksgiving, but this is important. I love animals...sometimes more than I do people and I cannot understand what happens in a person's mind when he or she thinks that torturing innocent creatures is "okay." To relish in the terror of a living creature is truly sick and immoral. This Thanksgiving, don't buy Butterball and if you have already, please return it to the store and send a message to your store's corporate headquarters that cruelty to animals is unacceptable.

***BUTTERBALL UPDATE***
Okay, so I spent an inordinate amount of time yesterday researching this whole butterball fiasco. I called PETA and PUBLIX (where I bought my turkey) and found out some more information. Here is the deal, PETA aired this documentary for the first time in April of 2006 when the investigation took place. True, all of those awful, horrible things were happening. Since then, Butterball has changed ownership and, according to my meat man at PUBLIX, they have put a stop to this cruelty. SO, I called PETA and asked them why their documentary did not reflect this new information and, they said that what I got from my meat man was just "a corporation managaing a big-time-fuck-up;" that, it is true that they do not do the HORRIBLE things that you can see on that video but the turkeys are still not given much dignity in their death. I asked him why they did not choose to share that Butterball had changed some of their practices on this documentary....but he really didn't have an answer other than they still thought Butterball was the anti-christ. So there you have it....

I think that if PETA is going to go after these people and expose these horrible things (which SHOULD be exposed), they should also follow up and see what a company has done to correct the situation and reflect that new information. Whew, it was a rough Tuesday.

Blogging Neglect.

It is hard to manage one blog, much less two. My personal blog seems to get neglected a LOT as a result of this. I will try to do better, but it may be time to put this blog down.
Don't be too sad.

Until then, some pictures of the *original* design gangstas.
This weekend my lady and I along with Holly and Audrey embarked on a big adventure. We ran errands together, had coffee, ate dinner, talked design, life, PC and then, to top off the evening, Audrey and I got into a foot race. That's right, folks, after a few drinks, I like to sprint. Who knew? Unfortunately, I am not a good short-distance runner; I think it has something to do with fast-twitch versus slow-twitch muscles....at least that is what I've heard. Apparently, I must have more slow-twitch muscles because I can run long distance but I cannot sprint. Riveting self-disclosure, I know...Me: "That, Audrey, is the meaning of life."
Audrey: "You have a booger in your nose."
...our friendship is so special.

Word to your mother, we came to kern type, we got more fonts than the Bible got psalms.

Neuvo Blogo.

Announcing....my new blog.
I have decided to start a blog that is all about design, art and ideas....so, if you want to bypass the blah blah blah about me, my personal life and my pets...go here:Mary Campbell Design Blog.
Enjoy! :)