[backpost] thoughts on media concentrations

Found on an older blog and posted here for historical purposes.

it wasn’t a matter of motivation this time. usually there was a feeling of boredom, lazyness and apathy, like actually caring about this silly thing just wasn’t worth the effort.

but this was different, there was motivation, just not to do this. an urge to write in a journal, to build a journal, to find readers for a journal. to take, look at and publish pictures, to copy the amazing world outside (and inside) the home and give it a chance to be as beautiful-monstrous-ironic and amazing as it truly was. there was even a skewed kind of motivation to work on the sound project, but less.

all this, but it still seemed that the comic must be drawn, that it was the important thing, that people like the comic, people respond to the comic, the comic is popular. the fact that the comic must be maintained untill the t-shirts could be sold ALONE should have been motivation to complete the panels, but the apathy remained. the feeling that very little was left to be said with this format, that its subjectivity had been stolen by overuse, corrupted by the redundancy of time, and had effectively become passive.

the ideas no longer stimulating, it seemed like a waste.

but they still loved it, and asked for more.

and there are comics to be finished.

[backpost] they looked up

Found on an older blog and posted here for historical purposes.

they looked up together. the sky seemed bigger now somehow, especially the clouds. especially compared to the hill under them.
he had his arm around her and she felt good against him, but he was looking too far up, and starting to lose his balance.
the sky was full of clouds, the fluffy kind, not the whispy dream ones. the kind of cloud that looks like whatever you want it to. the kind of cloud that you could dance on if you could only jump high enough.
there was one especially, a dark brooding one, that he couldn’t help looking at. it reminded him of a person, it was a grumpy cloud.

eventually it got cold and they walked home, his goose was all aflesh and so was her’s. he offered her his coat but it was thin, and didn’t really protect anything from the world.

when they got home he tried to write her a poem. he wanted to tell her how beautiful it had been on the hill. he wanted to tell her about what it was like to feel her prickled flesh in his hand. he wanted to tell her that she was more beautiful than he ever could have imagined anything to be.
but his poem was all about the cloud. the big one. the grumpy one.

Design Portfolio

This is ancient, probably last updated around 2010. Please do not consider this emblematic of my work. Thank you for humoring me if you actually go through this list. At this point it is mostly just a memory-lane for me to walk down when I’m feeling nostalgic.
-Jer, 2019

Good web design is a thing to be enjoyed, accessed and used. Bad web design is a crime unto humanity. I like to think that I do my part. Though many of these sites are not (I am self-learning), I try to keep all of my work standards compliant and as accessible and usable as possible (see, World Wide Web Consortium for more details). I believe in use over dazzle and beautiful simplicity over artistic fog.

Anyone motivated to pay me for design services should feel free to contact me as soon as possible, I am flexible concerning fees and excited to be involved in a variety of projects.

(most of these are screenshots)

GlobalVoices (with Boris Anthony)

Voices without Votes - America votes, the world speaksVoices without Votes

projects and oddities

Website for Alternative Freedom, a documentary about copyright lawAlternativefreedom.org: Website for a documentary film about copyright law.
Rebuild of the class website for 'information design'398t: Information Design, a rebuild of our atrocious class website (link) using web standards, usability and consistency as guides. (Manually coded)
Link to the cpsa websiteConcordia Philosophy Students Association Website
link to zombierotica.tkZombierotica: The Sensuality of Undeath.

ungrateful biped/simian uprising

Ungrateful Biped v1.0Ungrateful Biped v1.0
simian uprising v2.0Simian Uprising v2.0
simian uprising v4.0Simian Uprising v4.0 (Built on Movable Type)

sites for friends

a blog for louisa while she was on vacationPrincess Camp and Poison Frogs – Louisa (Movable Type)
a blog for my borther brianBrianC: a space for my younger brother. (Blogger)

[Note: All of these are loosely protected by a Creative Commons License, so you are technically allowed to borrow and reuse any aspect you wish. However, grabbing a template that I or one of my friends is currently using is just rude. Please keep the internet fresh and make your own, it’s easy. ]

contact information

email

jer [at] simianuprising.com >> My currrent and likely future email adress. The most consistent way to reach me.

simianuprising [at] gmail.com >> the @simianuprising.com account gets forwarded to Gmail because Google is the best thing that ever happened to the internet. Any mail from me will list this as the sender but the jer[at]simianuprising.com for mailto. This is complicated.

phone

I have a cellphone and skype. If you feel you should have either number feel free to email me.