Apostrophe S

Just returned from Elkhart where we celebrated the traditional Zeigert celebration of food. It was a grand one, at that. Actually, I think it was the smallest family Thanksgiving I’ve ever been to. Aside from my immediate family, only my Granpa Jack showed. Not that it was bad. It was actually very nice. No big hubbub, but a heck of a lot of good food. My dad even made two turkeys. The next few days are what microwaves all over the country live for.

But I’m back in Muncie, back in the fray. And ready for Christmas. Or Winter Solstice or whatever.

Eventually I’ll upload some of the classwork I’ve been doing this semester. Most of it is terrible. Completely awful. Like I-don’t-know-how-in-the-world-I’m-passing-classes awful. But there have been bright spots. I finished mailing out most of my internship stuff. It consists of a disc of my design, writing, and a paper résumé. The cool part was I figured out how to create folders with images in the background, including how to make the image file invisible. If you’re interested in my résumé, contact me and I’ll have one in the mail quick as you can kiss a duck.

But I really like the work I’m doing in my magazine class. My group’s magazine, called Splashed Ink, is an art and literary magazine. I’ve done much of the design work for it, and I think it’ll turn out pretty well. I chose Gotham and Hoefler Text and Hoefler Titling for my main fonts, with a touch of Collateral Damage. (That’s a download link; it’s a free font based on the handwriting of Ralph Steadman. He is the guy who did the drawings for Hunter S. Thompson’s books.)

But anyway, it’s just fiction and poems and interviews and photographs of all kinds of good things (including a features on the famed Gotham photographer Weegee.) Sorry, digressed again. Actually, that’s about all I have to say. Thanks for reading.