Wednesday, January 30, 2008


Today I read a great column on Mac owners from Ad age.

According to the article, Mac users are not dogmatic, not modest, eco-minded greenies, satisfied with their purchases, perfectionists, open, music mavens and superior. Need I say more? If I did I'd be arrogant, wouldn't I? Wonder why the Mac guy in the ads doesn't offend me as I cheer him on?

Yes, I want Apple to be recognized as the superior platform - but I also don't want everybody knowing it at the same time. It is my secret along with mac users only.

I can't wait to put up the article on my cube wall, too - just to rub it in.

Monday, January 28, 2008

Macs rule

I've described the cheese, the cheesehead and now comes the Mac.
Oh yes, I do love mac and cheese - who doesn't? What is not to like?

But Macs are my bread and butter. Have been since 1985 when I first laid my hand on a mouse and looked into that beige tower. Well maybe not that exact moment. I remember being intimidated and yet intoxicated at the same time. It was the first time I realized I'd make it and this tool was going to get me there.

I'm not bragging that I was an instant pro - no way. I even had to repeat my first graphics class my first year in college. (I skipped too many classes - not because I was a dimwit - ok I WAS a dimwit by skipping too many classes). Try explaining to Dad who paid for the courses.

I knew the moment I was on a Mac it was what I wanted to do... not sure what it was exactly - but I just knew I had to get to know this thing named Mac. Luckily, I had a sculptor professor who identified early my strengths and weaknesses. It seemed everyone knew my weaknesses... but this professor figured I needed to know my tool of the trade. Yeah, I can draw - probably better than you - maybe not. I was that kid in your art class who knew that she was better. I know I can paint, and sculpt and think up stuff way better than most - but come freshmen year, my ego and hopes were suddenly crushed. I felt as if I was out of my league.

I knew I was talented - I had heard it for 18 years. I was surrounded by loads of talent in college - and also the not-so-talented. I was the cream of the crop - but not any more. Who knew? I learned I was not the bad ass I had been told I was.

So like every confused commercial art student... you take your studio classes. I took 3D - very cool - not what you're thinking in today's standards. We welded, sculpted, cut and sawed. And my professor saw that I was good but not fulfilled. He said every artist is good at something and that I had to find what it was for me.

There is nothing better than a new set of watercolors, a new piece of cold-press paper, the smell of markers, a brand new Pantone book... wait - ok there is. The sound of your mac starting up - as if saying to you "good morning - let's rock".

My tool of choice is a machine. I went to college for six years to master tools like pens, markers, brushes, charcoal, etc. I don't bring out the brushes too often any more - no need. My daily dosage of my friend, the Mac is all I need. This site is just a venue to discuss my guilty pleasures and other treasures of a mac and cheese head.

This is cheesey

Obviously, being a Cheesehead doesn't just mean cheering for the Packers.
Both parents are from Wisconsin and we bi-annually took the Wis. trek for vacation.
My Mom grew up in the "city" and my Dad the "farm". Of course, the "city" is not exactly a metropolis - but it was to me as a kid. And the farm seemed like it was a million acres to me.

We visited at both places half at each Grandparents' - but dairy was in abundance at the farm. Grandpa had a true working farm, including chickens, pigs, guinea hens (strange birds), a lot of barn cats, a mean dog named Kojak and of course, milking cows.

Milking was a job that you did every day, twice a day, regardless of the weather or day. period. I liked to help Grandpa and was fascinated with the animals, barn and the milkhouse. I can still smell that milkhouse smell of fresh milk.

Naturally, that milk was not consumed only as milk. Grandpa kept what he needed and sold the rest to cheese factories. My dad's best friend worked at his family's cheese factory nearby. And the smell there... it was heaven. Fresh cheese curds rock. I knew that very early on. We were always treated with the best cheese products and we would take it home in a huge cooler to our home.

To this day, the cheese factory is one of my favorite memories of Wisconsin. I can't help but compare all cheeses to this cheese. The factory is still thriving and it is a treat to have this cheese now at my home - we have 3 kinds in the fridge right now from Christmas. To break out a brick of cheese like this is the very best! Crackers not needed.

Friday, January 25, 2008

Allow me to explain...

I'm a Mac and Cheesehead.
For most of my life I've been a Cheesehead.
Dad has been a Packers fan ever since he was a little boy, so it eventually rubbed off.
You can fight it or join it. 
My older brother continues to fight it.
I jumped on the Packers band wagon decades ago.
My younger brother has embraced all that is green and gold and made of cheese.
And my Mom just deals with it the best way she can.

It is hard cheering a team that is not your local team. Wherever I live it seems that Packer fans are ridiculed... evidently we are all dorks that wear cheeseheads* and hunting clothes to football games. We all say "Oh Yaa, Hay Dare" and "You betcha", too. Ok - not really. But a lot do. And that is ok. It is just part of what makes being a Packers fan unique. And yes, I DO have a cheesehead but no, I don't hunt or have anything camo - however -  I do look good in orange.