#Minimalism Packaging

[warakami-vaporwave]

Superaudio High Quality T60

[and-studio]

[throwing-roses-into-the-abyss]

idk but at some point in the past couple of years I started really thinking about the amount of very human work that still goes into everything we own even if it's factory made. like, someone at some point had the idea to add a foot pedal to trash cans. someone decided to add fun lights to electric water kettles so you can see the water boil. someone designed the sticker with the picture of a pizza that's on my oven door. someone took that picture of the pizza. Ssomeone (lots of people actually) designs basic ikea furniture. someone (also, again, lots of people actually) designs all those silly or boring or cliche postcards. (well, not all of them anymore because AI but up until recently every single postcard ever that you could buy was, technically, a small piece of art made by a human). and even after having these ideas, someone had to actually engineer the foot pedal and then someone had to find the material to make them and someone has to ship those materials to the factory, and someone had to figure out how to configurate the machines in the factory to make them, and the list goes on

every bit of soulless junk available has involved a whole bunch of people not only to design and make but then to pack and send and deliver and sell (not to mention marketing and package design and webshop/catalogue design and maintenance and warehouses etc etc etc)

(also btw, I know no one thinks about this but the machines in factories that mass produce your stuff? those machines are man made. a human designs those machines and then other humans put them together and then someone ships them and someone puts them together in a building built by people and THEN they can start mass producing and even then humans are often involved in a lot of the steps even if they're not directly making the product.)

idk it's just so easy to dismiss products as soulless useless junk or to just simply not think about the sheer amount of human ingenuinety and effort and work by so many people that goes into getting your silly little everyday use product to your house. it's really made me appreciate and respect all these things so much more to really think about all the people and the resources involved before it actually gets to me. things are so precious and these production systems are so complex and fragile and we don't treat most things with nearly as much reverence and respect as we should (myself included)

also once you start thinking of these things and think about the billions of products being made every day and the amount of resources they use it absolutely boggles your mind and suddenly the whole "earth overshoot day" thing makes SO much more sense

[power-chords]

I’m off the Abilify and so far the Lamictal appears to be keeping me in a steady-state, or at least it’s preventing me from a pendulum-swing into a repeat of the depressive prodrome exhaustion that lasted a whopping 12-14 months the last time around. I’m trying to be more attuned to my moods on a daily basis, which is something I never gave that much attention to prior to diagnosis, and what feels “normal” versus a clinical swing upward or downward. I suspect I’m still hypomanic or somewhere in that borderline between elevated/euthymic, as I’ve been extremely productive both at work and in my creative pursuits, and have to force myself to sleep in excess of six hours by shifting my usual bedtime an hour earlier. I’ve been good about setting aside wind-down time with academic reading in bed, which taxes my brain enough to make me drowsy, but it’s still a Task forcing myself to go down for the night. Who knew that getting enough rest to prevent myself from going insane would be such a massive pain in the ass.

Because I’m still “propped up” by the anticonvulsant and/or lingering hypomania, the guilt I feel over this past episode is not hitting as hard as it would ordinarily. I’m trying to feel grateful for that instead of the instinctive twofold meta-shame I would otherwise be ruminating in. Eventually it will probably hit, and I’m bracing myself for that. At the same time, I’m amazed I managed to spend three fucking months in a state of fluctuating psychosis, and the past three weeks floridly manic and delusional, without sustaining lasting damage. Spending that long totally unhinged is a recipe for permanent derangement, and somehow I snapped out of it none the worse for wear, knock on wood. I’ll take the W of being a resilient motherfucker. And the relief of being (mostly) back to my old self!

[bittsandpieces]

I'm starting to pack in preparation to move and boy. Shout out to natural grocers for the insane number of free reusable grocery bags I've accumulated over the last year and a half, they're gonna save my ass

[511am]

[geturlook2gether]

| @officialreome packaging |

ig. geturlook2gether / ig.lauritabanita

[whyamiawakes]

Let me be clear: pit stops are not decided by the drivers. Never. The drivers have no say in when to pit or which tired get put on, the team might ask for a preference, but at the end it’s the pit wall that decides.

So a wrong tire for track condition is always a mistake by the team.

A driver mistake is a collision, an off track excursion, a blockage that results in a flat spot, a spin, hitting a barrier.

The wrong tires being put on the car is and will always be on the team. Because drivers don’t have all the information necessary to make those decisions and have to rely exclusively on what they are told by their engineers.

So no, it’s not the drivers fault if an entire strategy team cannot read weather forecasts and give their drivers accurate informations (or even the same informations if we are being honest, because Ferrari somehow managed to give their drivers two different forecasts while sitting less than a meter away)

[abstracteddistractions]

CHRISTO, "Package on a luggage rack," 1962,

© Christo and Jeanne-Claude Foundation,

Photography: Eeva-Inkeri,

Courtesy Christo and Jeanne-Claude Foundation and Gagosian.

[note-a-bear]

I need to figure out how to cook the (fresh) glutinous noodles I keep trying out. I think I'm missing something because they keep going all sticky-together on me. I wonder if I'm boiling them too hot and they're more like ravioli and need more of a simmering boil?

Anyway, made some cold peanut sauce noodles, they've been (clumpy and all) tossed in the sauce, now I'm just sautéing some mushrooms, shallots, and those baby onions as a topping. There's tofu marinating in the fridge, and I'll cut it up and quickly do those in the pan in a little bit.

Ugly but delicious

[warakami-vaporwave]

Superaudio Waves

[and-studio]

[all-thestories-aretrue]

Like i've lived in the czech republic before. But I didn't order packages a lot and my place had a place to put them onsite.

I don't have that anymore. So when I wasn't here yesterday when they delivered my packages (two hours early) they put them in a pick up location.

Said pick up location was a butcher/meat shop. Is this normal??? Do random shops double as postage pick up locations??

In other news i have an oven!!!

[happywebdesign]

Roast Royce

[hannahgoodall]

PEN inc and DENTSU agency, Pocky ‘The Gift’ redesign 2019