I picked up a few things from a Japanese market in Pittsburgh. Let’s eat them!
Here’s a quick update about what’s going on with me.
Part 2 of Rob Likes Make Up is currently being edited. Cutting down about 2 hours of content is a little more daunting than I initially had expected, and I’m learning some cool things in iMovie as I go. I think it’s worth the wait.
In the meantime, I’ve started another project that I’ve been chipping away at. Here’s a hint for what’s to come:
I’m building something . . . big. Three stories tall, to be exact. Well, three mini stories. So that’s coming up, too.
Make-up: the stuff that women (and some men, if they’re feeling risqué) smear on their faces to make themselves look different.
The types of make-up I am aware of off the top of my head: lip stick, blush, eye shadow, eye liner, other lip goos, various powders, lotion, glimmer, dimmer, other various powders, and more lip things.
I’ve always considered make-up to be the female version of action figures and trading cards. Companies release limited release nail polish (that’s another!) colors with crazy names and a ‘collect them all!’ type of slogan or mentality. So I guess I’m comparing lip stick to Pokemon. The only difference is that I know way more about Pokemon.
The most hands-on experience I’ve had with make-up is as a bartender, attempting to remove lip stick from the edges of wine glasses. The water-resistant technologies that these companies have engineered into their beauty products must be the result of highly advanced NASA research.
Make-up is a foreign world to my simple male mind. And as much as I hate to break things down into stereotypes, that’s all that I can really offer up here as to why I know so little about the stuff. As far as I’m concerned, in fourth grade, the teachers organized a private meeting with all the girls in the auditorium to screen a top-secret movie (they got to watch a movie!), and it was all cake faces and mysterious feminine hygiene products from there on out.
I know very little about make-up.
This is Inge. She’s the one on the right.
Inge likes make-up. She has agreed to let me photograph her make-up. This is (most of) her make-up.
This is (most of) her make-up dumped out onto a desk and very close up.
Inge smears these products on her face sometimes. Here is another picture of some more of said products.
I don’t know what most of these products are, so I arranged them all by the container’s shape.
Upon first inspection, I have noticed a few things. Many of the products seem to serve the same identical purpose. What that purpose is, I am unaware, but many of the containers are the of the same color, with minor differences in shade. Also, it should be noted that some if these products appear entirely useless.
What is this??? A miniature bottle of shining water?
Some bottles seem to be contradictory: some make your face shiny, others remove the shine from your face. Application of the products must be similar to painting, as evidenced by the numerous brushes, which come in multitudinous sizes and shapes. Here is a picture of the instruments.
And here they are, laid out on a desk.
Eyebrow and lip products are the most abundant. I think these are for eyebrows.
I think these are for lips.
Inge displayed excitement and exuberance for her products, and she was willing to talk at length about the proper use and application of all of them, as well as offer up pros and cons of varying brand names. This passion has lead me to want to discover more about the wild world of beauty products. Luckily, Inge has allowed me to experiment with her array of facial art supplies. On the next installment of Rob Likes Make-Up, I will be applying them directly to Inge’s skin in hopes of learning more about this thing we call Make-Up.
It’s been a while. I guess I needed some more time to get my shit together. I think I’m still getting it together; I’m just more okay with my perpetual state of internal disarray.
So what have I been up to? A lot of the colloquial ‘hanging out.’ Waited some tables. Travelled to Chicago a few times. Went back to school (well, schools). Finally put in the time and research to not entirely suck at Street Fighter. Had a few drinks along the way.
So what am I doing now, four years after a single blog post? I’d love to say that I’m posting a new entry because of a revitalized sense of purpose and passion, to stand up and say to the internet, “Hey, internet, what’s up? My name’s Rob and I have stuff to say.” The actual reason is because for four years, as much as I was filled with some smug self-important notions about having something meaningful to say, I was coming up short. A lot of people start off college like that, full of hope and confidence and a lack of real ideas and the thought that everyone wants to listen to you and your dumb theories about how the world works that you ripped off from listening to some smarter people. Well that was me, at least. But I think, this time, I might have something of substance. So bear with me.
Sorry for the delay.
Officially birthing myself into the blogosphere. Spending the day organizing my gmail, scouring through a couple thousand emails to get my shit in line. One of the slowest Wednesdays in a while.
But that doesn’t interest you much, does it? I guess the biggest question revolves around the intent and use of this blog. Gaming reflections? Musical ramblings? Only one way to find out…