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What!? No PSD's?

I was thinking it was getting nigh on to time that I put some of my work up on the blog. It has been a good semester. I love learning new programs (and more about old ones.) Unfortunately, most of my files are still PSD's. I don't feel like compressing and exporting them right now. Maybe later.



To tide you over here is the logo that I created in Illustrator. I'm not in love with it. But, it did fulfil my assignment. I much prefer to work in Photoshop and Indesign. Probably because I know how to use them.

An Irish Airman Foresees His Death

This is my favorite poem of all time. I know, I'm a little depressing.
Memphis Belle fans should recognize it.


I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate
Those that I guard I do not love;

My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.

Nor law, not duty bade me fight,
Nor public man, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;

I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.

-W.B. Yeats