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margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nirazilla/5337521167/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5170/5337521167_0dd1acb184_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nirazilla/5337521167/"&gt;Third Eye: an Exhibition at the OSU Urban Art Space&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/nirazilla/"&gt;Nirazilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4470504656971134820-154403689193735323?l=nirazilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/154403689193735323?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/154403689193735323?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nirazilla.blogspot.com/2011/01/third-eye-exhibition-at-osu-urban-art.html" title="Third Eye: an Exhibition at the OSU Urban Art Space" /><author><name>Miles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15886775226715693054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOKu0pCK4HE/S1VV9XES8DI/AAAAAAAAAUY/COyxA-AGtyA/S220/11-bio.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5170/5337521167_0dd1acb184_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04EQ347eip7ImA9WxFWFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4470504656971134820.post-3987091431097613222</id><published>2010-06-02T19:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T19:05:02.002-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-02T19:05:02.002-04:00</app:edited><title>Out of your peers at CCAD, past or present, whose work to you most admire?  You need not limit yourself to one.</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I like this question the most out of anything I've gotten lately. This list is very incomplete and poorly-written, but it's a good starting point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Bolyard: An amazing young artist whose highly characteristic illustrations always leave me smiling, astounded and curious for more. I don't know him well personally, but it's difficult to do anything but sit in awe of his abilities. He can do everything from draw a gorgeous rendition based on &amp;quot;Where The Wild Things Are,&amp;quot; to sculpt an enormous, 7-foot bear in a pirate costume. Definitely one of the best in our year, I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan Hodge: A past freshman/future sophomore whose current skill set dwarfs many graduates'. Tends to paint in a beautiful, Renaissance-modeled style. Also a noted devotee of art history, philosophy and traditional artwork. Plus, his parents are both writers and amazing people themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simone Noronha: I can't even define her artwork, but it makes my eyes dance like few others' at CCAD. To date, the only girl I've met at CCAD who produces vectors of her caliber. Vectors of everything from portraits to penises, in fact. Beautiful, highly sensitive colors all around, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don McCullough: An insane Japanese-influenced artist who wants to work in comics. Normally people with interests like his are a dime a dozen, but Don has flair, style, resolve and is able to produce visuals I've seen nowhere else at this school or anywhere else for that matter. If any CCAD illustrator is destined to be a future professional comic artist, I'd bet on Don.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Alvarado: Unbelievable fundamental skills and intense digital painting ability, plus other talents such as music and general awesomeness. I've yet to be unhappy in this man's presence, because I see nothing but sunshine and good fortune in this dude's future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirsten Zirngibil: An interesting and insanely gifted artist and the only other person in my year still on a full ride scholarship. That says enough in and of itself.  Primarily science fiction conceptual illustration that simply obliterates most other artists i comparison. She has a Formspring too: &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/KirstenZirngibl" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" class="nofollow"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/KirstenZirngibl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenay Kasch: A fine artist with a heart and a mind of gold. Plus, he's known to paint large and organize grand group shows and discussions for the student body to enjoy. Very career-minded with one of the most firmly screw-on heads I've seen from CCAD. Definitely a ringer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Walters: One of my best friends in the world and a great fine artist who's work comes closest to mirroring the majesty of such modern artists as Rauschenberg and Jenny Saville. One of the few people who I know (not feel, know) makes his life revolve around &amp;quot;art,&amp;quot; as centrally as I do. It's also been a pleasure seeing him grow as a person and an artist over the years, as he was one of the first kids to give me a chance when I was still a nervous, hyper-active and grossly incompetent freshman. He also has a Formspring, but either doesn't answer many questions or deletes answers because he isn't as into the Internet as I am. Which is sad, considering I find him one of the easiest, nicest and most helpful artists at this school one can talk to: &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/indigestions" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" class="nofollow"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/indigestions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Blasius: My (ex-)roommate and one of my closest friends. Crazy potential and the strongest, most respectable work ethic I've seen ever, not just at CCAD. This young man commands respect with the latent talent I've come to know he possesses, but his tragedy is that he's so quiet and reserved, almost nobody knows him or anything about him. It's one of my greatest hopes that he will find a way to come out of his shell a little and realize the skills I know are just frothing under the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are just the few people who's work I'm familiar with in the few circles I sometimes frequent. I know CCAD is home to many great artists whose work I'm just unfamiliar with, have yet to see or am simply misinterpreting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nirazilla"&gt;Tell me something honest.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4470504656971134820-3987091431097613222?l=nirazilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/3987091431097613222?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/3987091431097613222?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nirazilla.blogspot.com/2010/06/out-of-your-peers-at-ccad-past-or.html" title="Out of your peers at CCAD, past or present, whose work to you most admire?  You need not limit yourself to one." /><author><name>Miles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15886775226715693054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOKu0pCK4HE/S1VV9XES8DI/AAAAAAAAAUY/COyxA-AGtyA/S220/11-bio.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8HQnk6eyp7ImA9WxFWFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4470504656971134820.post-6223441517986881426</id><published>2010-06-02T16:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T16:00:33.713-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-02T16:00:33.713-04:00</app:edited><title>I would say more in a comment of how I feel, and how I can relate to your work but there isn't enough room on here to do so.. and if all this is creepy to you, then it gives me something to laugh at.</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anonymous person leaves well-intentioned, but poorly-expressed comment that appears to idolize/glamorize person with a name, face and profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Person with a name responds with honesty according to his subjective opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Other Anonymous person comments on previous Anonymous person's comment, adding a &amp;quot;personal,&amp;quot; spin by projecting an air of &amp;quot;creepiness,&amp;quot; on it, with all its incorrect and unshared connotations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Person with a name responds to this in an equally well-intentioned, but lengthy and detached tirade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Original Anonymous sees both and (from what I can see) takes it as a personal attack and responds appropriately in an defensive-passive-aggressive manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Person with a name feels cornered for his honesty and resorts to third-person narration to illustrate how silly everything must look and everyone must be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. PROFIT!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nirazilla"&gt;Tell me something honest.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4470504656971134820-6223441517986881426?l=nirazilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/6223441517986881426?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/6223441517986881426?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nirazilla.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-would-say-more-in-comment-of-how-i.html" title="I would say more in a comment of how I feel, and how I can relate to your work but there isn&amp;#39;t enough room on here to do so.. and if all this is creepy to you, then it gives me something to laugh at." /><author><name>Miles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15886775226715693054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOKu0pCK4HE/S1VV9XES8DI/AAAAAAAAAUY/COyxA-AGtyA/S220/11-bio.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUERns8cSp7ImA9WxFWFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4470504656971134820.post-2496238442341324671</id><published>2010-06-02T00:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T00:50:07.579-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-02T00:50:07.579-04:00</app:edited><title>What exactly do you think makes an artist great, since you've stated that you don't consider yourself to be a great artist?</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Now more than ever, there is no set definition for what a great artist is. There are many great artists in the world that lay underground and will likely never be acknowledged by the mainstream art market, greater public eye or even history. Conversely, Justin Beiber and Stephanie Meyer exist. To ask what makes an artist &amp;quot;great,&amp;quot; is to ask for a definition of what good or bad art is and despite having my own private set of artistic morals, ethics and opinions, I know them to be flawed in the eyes of many as art is as truly subjective and unknowable as a vaporous mirage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I can tell you that I do agree with some opinions on great art that have come before me. Great art occurs when something makes someone glad to have been alive at that decisive moment of appreciation or creation. It shows a maturity of spirit that is uniquely human and because of all that, beautiful in the eyes of whomever it tries to relay its message, be it aesthetic, philosophical or any number of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote Kurt Vonnegut: &amp;quot;The arts are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow,&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;I say in speeches that a plausible mission of artists is to make people appreciate being alive at least a little bit. I am then asked if I know of any artists who pulled that off. I reply, 'The Beatles did.'&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nirazilla"&gt;Tell me something honest.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4470504656971134820-2496238442341324671?l=nirazilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/2496238442341324671?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/2496238442341324671?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nirazilla.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-exactly-do-you-think-makes-artist.html" title="What exactly do you think makes an artist great, since you&amp;#39;ve stated that you don&amp;#39;t consider yourself to be a great artist?" /><author><name>Miles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15886775226715693054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOKu0pCK4HE/S1VV9XES8DI/AAAAAAAAAUY/COyxA-AGtyA/S220/11-bio.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUINSHw_fyp7ImA9WxFWFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4470504656971134820.post-1600799804472615384</id><published>2010-06-02T00:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T00:39:59.247-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-02T00:39:59.247-04:00</app:edited><title>That person who left the "GREAT artist" comment seemed incredibly overenthusiastic.  Are you creeped out by that as I am?</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Probably not as creeped out as much as I am...vaguely flattered and somewhat warmed but mostly apathetic, resistant and suspicious. Recognition in any form is always a confidence-booster and I don't mean to undermine anyone's opinions but comments like that just have a way of rolling off once you realize that without further explanation, it becomes more apparent that the person hasn't glimpsed much from whatever art they're judging. It highlights the artist instead of the art. If said artist's goal is not to try and create a cult of personality for which comments like that ought to be more readily reserved, I feel the art or the pieces themselves get a little shafted. There's a disconnect and a lack of communication. And that becomes the failure of the artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't really creepy as I don't think this will amount to anything more than just another drip in the vast ocean of information that is the Internet, but it certainly doesn't do much for me other than give me a temporary, superficial high that eventually comes to point out a lack of depth in my art and my audience. Personally, it makes me feel like I make art for ten-year-olds who don't know how to show their appreciation for it. And what I've come to find frustrating about deeper artistic appreciation is that there isn't anything wrong with that, as I know how detached I am and how bad at translating thoughts like these into my noumena. I know I'm only twenty and that these wildly pretentious, outlandish opinions are shared by few, if any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I just read too far into these things. This is the Internet, after all and CAPS and EXCLAMATION MARKS!!!!! are far too easy to type. This also leads to problems of perception, which again translates to difficulties of the medium and of extra-personal communication in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I may change my mind later, so who's to say?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nirazilla"&gt;Tell me something honest.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4470504656971134820-1600799804472615384?l=nirazilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/1600799804472615384?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/1600799804472615384?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nirazilla.blogspot.com/2010/06/that-person-who-left-artist-comment.html" title="That person who left the &amp;quot;GREAT artist&amp;quot; comment seemed incredibly overenthusiastic.  Are you creeped out by that as I am?" /><author><name>Miles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15886775226715693054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOKu0pCK4HE/S1VV9XES8DI/AAAAAAAAAUY/COyxA-AGtyA/S220/11-bio.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4NSXg8eyp7ImA9WxFWFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4470504656971134820.post-2102319869134523769</id><published>2010-06-01T23:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T23:23:18.673-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-01T23:23:18.673-04:00</app:edited><title>How are you such a GREAT artist!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I'm not. And neither is anyone in my age gap. Yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nirazilla"&gt;Tell me something honest.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4470504656971134820-2102319869134523769?l=nirazilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/2102319869134523769?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/2102319869134523769?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nirazilla.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-are-you-such-great-artist.html" title="How are you such a GREAT artist!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" /><author><name>Miles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15886775226715693054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOKu0pCK4HE/S1VV9XES8DI/AAAAAAAAAUY/COyxA-AGtyA/S220/11-bio.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MFQ3w_fip7ImA9WxFWEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4470504656971134820.post-3252372090511009082</id><published>2010-05-31T01:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T01:56:52.246-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-31T01:56:52.246-04:00</app:edited><title>What is your favorite movie? I realize this is a boring question, but perhaps you would like a break from all the heavy ones you've been getting. Also I am genuinely curious.</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Light or heavy, I don't mind. I answer whatever I like at my leisure, which is always, as I'm still at home with little to do. I don't have a singular favorite, but I know which movies I really, really like. Strangley enough, I can pinpoint many of the things I've gleamed from movies far more easily than from a lot of other life experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aliens will forever be the movie that made me enamored with all things dark, nihilistic, violent and unknown. The Lion King showed me how to cry at fiction and view humans and animals as two sides of the same coin. The Shawshank Redemption imbued me with the idea of hope. Clerks taught me a healthy disrespect for stupidity and a marked appreciation for snappy language and writing. Almost every George Carlin special is held in high regard in my mind on the same basis. Both Fight Club and Pulp Fiction formulated my early appreciation for movies as a divergently complex art form. The Matrix just flat out fucked me up. And Rush Hour 2 will always be funny for personal reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More recently, Requiem For A Dream made me respect drugs. Both Lost In Translation, Let The Right One In and Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind were almost revelatory case studies in the complexities of affection, relationships and love. The Hotel Rwanda, Men Behind The Sun, Occupation 101 and City of God have all come close to filling me with empathy for humans, history and how they intertwine. My mother was the one who introduced me to the movie Dogma and consequently, how to find the idea of God profound, yet funny. And the other night, The Road got me thinking about how life after the death of everything but us would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll skip the massive laundry list of harsh horror movies I've seen and loved, suffice to say that all have played a part in callousing my head and heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time in my life when I literally did almost nothing but draw, listen to music and watch movies, so it's of little surprise that I can't really decide on one as a favorite. I know I'm forgetting a lot of them, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm not a big fan of most of the Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potties or any of those other huge modern Hollywood &amp;quot;classics,&amp;quot; and I have yet to see Scarface, Schindler's List or any of the Godfathers (but I'm getting to them). Also Avatar sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good question. More loaded than you probably thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TL;DR: Aliens.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nirazilla"&gt;Tell me something honest.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4470504656971134820-3252372090511009082?l=nirazilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/3252372090511009082?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/3252372090511009082?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nirazilla.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-is-your-favorite-movie-i-realize.html" title="What is your favorite movie? I realize this is a boring question, but perhaps you would like a break from all the heavy ones you&amp;#39;ve been getting. Also I am genuinely curious." /><author><name>Miles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15886775226715693054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOKu0pCK4HE/S1VV9XES8DI/AAAAAAAAAUY/COyxA-AGtyA/S220/11-bio.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ABQnY5cSp7ImA9WxFWEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4470504656971134820.post-9011437882357901552</id><published>2010-05-29T02:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T02:49:13.829-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-29T02:49:13.829-04:00</app:edited><title>What has made you so disillusioned towards marriage, love, and other standards that society puts forth for us?</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;It's not so much that I'm disillusioned as much as I've just never been illusioned. I've always had a hard time relating to other people and many things I've been expected to accept and believe. Love is just one example, as I don't think I've ever felt the kind of romantic love people seem to long for and idealize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, while I do consider myself to be a bit of a Romantic, if only because I'm perpetually curious about the idea of romance, another part of me also finds it hard to ignore the scientific side of love. Thanks to the age we live in, it's now known that much of what constitutes the feeling of love is actually just a chemical reaction in your brain; it's something that can be analyzed. Similarly, marriage can be looked at as a ritualistic pastime which many participate in purely for the sake of traditionalism, economic benefit or simply because it's what's expected of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, antithetical practice also dictates that one consider the faults of purely scientific debriefing. For example, I like music. I love music. I love whatever music is and how it makes me feel and I don't put it under a microscope and turn it into an idea. It simply is. However, science can break it down and call it sound vibrations in space. I imagine love operates similarly. Although it can be called a chemical reaction, that doesn't necessarily make it what it isn't to people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being emotionally detached lends itself to this kind of analysis, which is probably another reason why I often come across as (from what I've been told) cold, unusual or cruel although I never really mean to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really any wonder I have a hard time understanding what &amp;quot;Love,&amp;quot; is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a bad, poorly organized answer, but that means I've mishandled a heavy, well-loaded question.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nirazilla"&gt;Tell me something honest.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4470504656971134820-9011437882357901552?l=nirazilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/9011437882357901552?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/9011437882357901552?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nirazilla.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-has-made-you-so-disillusioned.html" title="What has made you so disillusioned towards marriage, love, and other standards that society puts forth for us?" /><author><name>Miles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15886775226715693054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOKu0pCK4HE/S1VV9XES8DI/AAAAAAAAAUY/COyxA-AGtyA/S220/11-bio.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4FSXgzfyp7ImA9WxFWEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4470504656971134820.post-3118725261140414949</id><published>2010-05-29T02:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T02:35:18.687-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-29T02:35:18.687-04:00</app:edited><title>I am sure someone has asked you this before, but what does "nirazilla" mean?</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;It's been asked before, but I've never committed the answer to written form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I made it up by reversing &amp;quot;alizarin,&amp;quot; which was a word I first saw in my freshman paint kit, though I added an extra L for Godzilla-esque connotations. It's a kind of radiant, jewel-like red that I remember thinking looked the bloodiest and rawest out of all the starter oils we got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The color of alizarin red also has an extensive history that dates back to ancient times which can be glimpsed on its Wiki page. Some fun snippets: &amp;quot;Alizarin or 1,2-dihydroxyanthraquinone is an organic compound with formula C14H8O4  that is historically important as a prominent dye, originally derived from the roots of plants of the madder genus...In 1869, it became the first natural pigment to be duplicated synthetically.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I like how the name sounds, I like how it was formulated and I like what its inverted formulation refers to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good question.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nirazilla"&gt;Tell me something honest.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4470504656971134820-3118725261140414949?l=nirazilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/3118725261140414949?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/3118725261140414949?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nirazilla.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-sure-someone-has-asked-you-this.html" title="I am sure someone has asked you this before, but what does &amp;quot;nirazilla&amp;quot; mean?" /><author><name>Miles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15886775226715693054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOKu0pCK4HE/S1VV9XES8DI/AAAAAAAAAUY/COyxA-AGtyA/S220/11-bio.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYMRX4ycCp7ImA9WxFXFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4470504656971134820.post-8909453037170250282</id><published>2010-05-21T09:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T09:06:24.098-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-21T09:06:24.098-04:00</app:edited><title>To rebound your career-based question, do you have any certainties about what you're going to do after graduation? 
If so, (how) have your goals changed since you entered as a freshman?  (You were doing some professional work before you attended, right?)</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I have absolutely zero idea about what I'm going to do after graduation other than either pursue a job in some major Canadian or American city (unlikely) or a Master's degree at CCAD to guarantee some form of employment (unlikelier). These last few months have been a serious reality check for me in that I've sat down with my parents and fully come to terms with the fact that I've had zero real job experience and aside from [what some might call] an impressive artistic and conceptual skills set mostly revolving around asinine philosophical tangencies and whatever angst-ridden discrepancies that also characterize it, I don't have too many prospects. I've never worked in a professional capacity, although I've done many small, random things here and there. For example, I used to scan and file artwork for my parents years ago during the summers when they were still pumping out hand-drawn concept sketches and pages in the pre-3DS MAX days. A few summers ago, I interned at an animation firm in Toronto where I learned traditional rotoscoping. And as you know, I've worked as an intern at PromoWest designing posters for free for some time now, although my status on that is currently up in the air. However, I've never worked a 9-5 job and never felt the necessary burden of structure, which almost everyone universally agrees is hurting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essentially, I've done shit all professionally, have no idea what I want professionally and I thought I'd have a clearer idea of it by now. It's definitely one of my greatest worries right now, what I'm going to have to do after this 4-year-high-school-extension finally wears out and spits me into the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess in a perfect world, I'd be getting paid by PromoWest to pump out and sell slews of posters alongside my own personal work, as I've begun to take to traditional painting as well as serigraphy/silkscreening and I love the idea of working alongside music and musicians. I guess at their core, most every Illustration kid wants to be like James Jean in a way; successful and hardworking enough to build an established, unique and respectable style, an amazing portfolio and the ability to work with basically anyone, for anyone, at any time and be famous as fuck for it. Yet even now, I'm having doubts now about my current decision to be in the Illustration department. I often feel very distant from it and its working methods, feeling more at home with fine artistry. Especially now that I'm getting into conceptual painting (more in the vein of Jenny Saville, Francis Bacon or Picabia than Barlowe or Gurney).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what to do with my growing interests in photography, collage, installation and art criticism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what could be more stressful. For now, I'm just focusing on networking and building well-imparted relationships with people I think are worth getting to know in some form. Even if it's only insular, ancillary and through a channel as diluted as the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epic question = epic answer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nirazilla"&gt;Tell me something honest.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4470504656971134820-8909453037170250282?l=nirazilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/8909453037170250282?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/8909453037170250282?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nirazilla.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-rebound-your-career-based-question.html" title="To rebound your career-based question, do you have any certainties about what you&amp;#39;re going to do after graduation? &#xA;If so, (how) have your goals changed since you entered as a freshman?  (You were doing some professional work before you attended, right?)" /><author><name>Miles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15886775226715693054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOKu0pCK4HE/S1VV9XES8DI/AAAAAAAAAUY/COyxA-AGtyA/S220/11-bio.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4DQ3o6fip7ImA9WxFXFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4470504656971134820.post-1556090561350092417</id><published>2010-05-21T05:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T05:09:32.416-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-21T05:09:32.416-04:00</app:edited><title>(If you had to chose): Based on past trauma and current symptoms, what psychological disorder are you most similar to?</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Aside from the misfortune of attending Catholic elementary school, I wouldn't say I've lived a life with much trauma. Whatever dissonance I emanate radiates from an unknown place. Somewhere I have yet to trace the source of, if that makes any sense. I've recently come to terms with the fact that I really am in some ways simply abnormal and it just is what it is. Neither good, nor bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be intern's syndrome speaking, but I feel like I fit a certain Personality subtype extremely closely, which according to the Institute for Advanced Studies in Personology &amp;amp; Psychopathology is characterized by: &amp;quot;Internal discord and dissension, a fear of independence and dependence, an unsettled nature; self-unreconcilability, hesitance, confusion, torment, paroxysms (here meaning sudden fits of violent action or emotion), embitterment and unresolvable angst.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read as far into that as you like, as there are droves of other psycho-symptomatic traits almost everyone has, although the Avoidant-Conflicted/Negativistic manifestation definitely comes closest to labeling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've digressed. I don't know if I closely fit the profile of any specific psychological disorders, although this recently-discovered page of personality subtypes is pretty fun to look at: &lt;a href="http://millon.net/taxonomy/summary.htm" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" class="nofollow"&gt;http://millon.net/taxonomy/summary.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any you can relate to?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nirazilla"&gt;Tell me something honest.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4470504656971134820-1556090561350092417?l=nirazilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/1556090561350092417?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/1556090561350092417?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nirazilla.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-you-had-to-chose-based-on-past.html" title="(If you had to chose): Based on past trauma and current symptoms, what psychological disorder are you most similar to?" /><author><name>Miles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15886775226715693054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOKu0pCK4HE/S1VV9XES8DI/AAAAAAAAAUY/COyxA-AGtyA/S220/11-bio.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QAQn86fSp7ImA9WxFXE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4470504656971134820.post-478038889604578017</id><published>2010-05-20T03:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T03:09:03.115-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-20T03:09:03.115-04:00</app:edited><title>You seem very open to people here, the anonymous people of Formspring.  Blindly offering company and sharing personal details doesn't bother you?  Is this how you conduct yourself in person?</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I am, generally. This is probably surprising for people who know me, but then again, those who know me are usually uncomfortable with asking certain things in-person. People just tend to be more open about their curiosities when masked with anonymity. And I'm happy to oblige if they take the time to write something that stirs my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although obviously, I'm articulate in a different way in-person. Words online are automatically more readily filtered through the editing/writing process. But asking the right questions with enough persistence will eventually get you the same kind of thoughts and information I put out here on Formspring. I'm a child of the Internet. What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, not everything I say on here should be taken as solid, irrefutable fact. I think the very first few questions I answered regarding hot dogs or something proves this. Imbibe everything I throw at you with a drop of soy sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I can't tell if this was said with a neutral or negative invective, but I'm leaning towards the latter. I'm very curious about your identity, so in the interest of establishing a bit of a rapport when asking about my own disclosure practices, please leave your own name or at least a clue to satiate my minor OCD tendencies. It's just polite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop murdering me with language.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nirazilla"&gt;Tell me something honest.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4470504656971134820-478038889604578017?l=nirazilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/478038889604578017?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/478038889604578017?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nirazilla.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-seem-very-open-to-people-here.html" title="You seem very open to people here, the anonymous people of Formspring.  Blindly offering company and sharing personal details doesn&amp;#39;t bother you?  Is this how you conduct yourself in person?" /><author><name>Miles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15886775226715693054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOKu0pCK4HE/S1VV9XES8DI/AAAAAAAAAUY/COyxA-AGtyA/S220/11-bio.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QCSHw_eCp7ImA9WxFRFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4470504656971134820.post-7958703514113734883</id><published>2010-04-27T23:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T23:29:29.240-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-27T23:29:29.240-04:00</app:edited><title>Do you feel that being born into a family of artists has contributed to your own development as a creative individual? Do you feel it's in your genes? If not, then what influenced you as a child (or whenever) to feel the need to create?</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;My family has definitely contributed to my creative growth. Be it through positive reinforcement, good genes or just letting me do whatever the hell I wanted art-wise, they've almost always been supportive of my habit. It's strange, looking back at it now and realizing just how caged, but somehow free I felt back then. I grew up in an unusually lax household, although in retrospect, I could have abused that freedom more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, other factors have swayed my creative growth. For example, I had some serious antisocial tendencies as a child, which meant I spent hours upon hours on my own wandering about outside or in my house drawing in seclusion while the other kids were out interacting with each other like proper little humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually one of the reasons why I sometimes feel awkward when praises are hurled at me for my art instead of at the artworks themselves. All I did to get where I am was have no friends for the first half of my life, which I honestly think allowed me the time to develop the proclivities that have allowed me to more easily grasp the fundamentals of drawing more quickly and appear (not be, but appear) more skillful with my art as a result. Want to be a &amp;quot;better,&amp;quot; artist? Learn to love seclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essentially, I sometimes feel as though I'm only as good as I am because I'm a very good example of the dichotymy between nature and nurture. I was born into an artistic family with innate creative abilities that were encouraged at home, but was shunned by most of my young peers and in turn, retreated into artmaking as a means of catharsis and personal understanding, which I still practice to this day. It's very introspective and it shaped who I am, for better or worse. But of course, that's just one facet of it. Other things have influenced and fostered my need to create. Burying my first pet. Pokemon. Josef Mengele. Jurassic Park. That time I saw a used tampon lying in the street on my way home from Catholic school. The first time I heard the N-word. Kittens. All of these things have added to me as a person and therefore, as an artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best questions so far...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nirazilla"&gt;Tell me something honest.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4470504656971134820-7958703514113734883?l=nirazilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/7958703514113734883?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/7958703514113734883?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nirazilla.blogspot.com/2010/04/do-you-feel-that-being-born-into-family.html" title="Do you feel that being born into a family of artists has contributed to your own development as a creative individual? Do you feel it&amp;#39;s in your genes? If not, then what influenced you as a child (or whenever) to feel the need to create?" /><author><name>Miles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15886775226715693054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOKu0pCK4HE/S1VV9XES8DI/AAAAAAAAAUY/COyxA-AGtyA/S220/11-bio.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8CQ3o-fCp7ImA9WxFRFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4470504656971134820.post-7771676725221209701</id><published>2010-04-27T23:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T23:04:22.454-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-27T23:04:22.454-04:00</app:edited><title>favorite film? director? actor? Are you interested in time-based media or have ever experimented with it?</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I don't have any immediate favorites in this category, as my tastes are constantly changing. The closest thing I can come up with to that would be James Cameron's Aliens, which influenced me immeasurably as a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I'm much more of a dilettante when it comes to time-based media compared to fine art or 2-dimensional imagery. However, I have played with Adobe After Effects and Premiere in the past to make amusing little shorts and presentations for class and my Dad used to be involved in motion graphics before he moved on to full-fledged industrial design and I interned at a place in Toronto a few summers ago called Big Studios which also specialized in these things, so I'm no stranger to the medium. I also know how to rotoscope traditionally and edit digitally, although I've never picked apart a physical film reel before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good question.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nirazilla"&gt;Tell me something honest.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4470504656971134820-7771676725221209701?l=nirazilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/7771676725221209701?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/7771676725221209701?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nirazilla.blogspot.com/2010/04/favorite-film-director-actor-are-you.html" title="favorite film? director? actor? Are you interested in time-based media or have ever experimented with it?" /><author><name>Miles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15886775226715693054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOKu0pCK4HE/S1VV9XES8DI/AAAAAAAAAUY/COyxA-AGtyA/S220/11-bio.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04BRn89fCp7ImA9WxFSGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4470504656971134820.post-8798457643583724654</id><published>2010-04-21T00:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T00:59:17.164-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-21T00:59:17.164-04:00</app:edited><title>If your mind was a scenic landscape, what would it look like?</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;A grass prairie filled with dancing kittens and mass murderers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nirazilla"&gt;Tell me something honest.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4470504656971134820-8798457643583724654?l=nirazilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/8798457643583724654?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/8798457643583724654?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nirazilla.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-your-mind-was-scenic-landscape-what.html" title="If your mind was a scenic landscape, what would it look like?" /><author><name>Miles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15886775226715693054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOKu0pCK4HE/S1VV9XES8DI/AAAAAAAAAUY/COyxA-AGtyA/S220/11-bio.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAARX0_eCp7ImA9WxFSFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4470504656971134820.post-5492779236390477035</id><published>2010-04-18T02:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T02:05:44.340-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-18T02:05:44.340-04:00</app:edited><title>what, exactly, is beauty?</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;When all the immaterial planets in an entity's inner solar system align and an Apocalypse of aesthetic enjoyment explodes, stirring reaction and reflection. Metaphorically speaking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nirazilla"&gt;Tell me something honest.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4470504656971134820-5492779236390477035?l=nirazilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/5492779236390477035?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/5492779236390477035?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nirazilla.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-exactly-is-beauty_18.html" title="what, exactly, is beauty?" /><author><name>Miles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15886775226715693054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOKu0pCK4HE/S1VV9XES8DI/AAAAAAAAAUY/COyxA-AGtyA/S220/11-bio.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEENQHs4eCp7ImA9WxFSEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4470504656971134820.post-8568972122780419327</id><published>2010-04-14T19:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T19:11:31.530-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-14T19:11:31.530-04:00</app:edited><title>Is there any particular reason you came to Ohio for your studies? The general trend among people I know in our age group seems to be people doing everything in their power to find a way OUT of Ohio.</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Well there are a number of reasons why I'm in Ohio for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is that I got a beautiful scholarship which clinched the decision for me from a financial standpoint. Said hefty scholarship at CCAD beat the crap out of grants for University of Toronto, hence my decision to come here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there wasn't as much culture shock as people seem to think I might have gone through as where I'm from in Canada (a suburb outside of Toronto) isn't all that different from Columbus. There's just a lot more white people and a slightly stronger racial undercurrent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, both my parents went to CCAD and (its flaws notwithstanding) I know it is a good school with solid foundational studies, some good faculty and some hidden talents which I think are going to be on the rise. I like the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Ohio as a whole and the entire &amp;quot;get me the fuck out of Ohio,&amp;quot; thing, it isn't as bad for me because I wasn't born and raised here. Locals seem to feel the push a lot more, which makes sense. I've only been in the heart of Ohio for a few years. A small lifetime of staring at cornfields in rural Ohio? I'd want to get the fuck out of here, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it's nice for now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nirazilla"&gt;Tell me something honest.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4470504656971134820-8568972122780419327?l=nirazilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/8568972122780419327?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/8568972122780419327?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nirazilla.blogspot.com/2010/04/is-there-any-particular-reason-you-came.html" title="Is there any particular reason you came to Ohio for your studies? The general trend among people I know in our age group seems to be people doing everything in their power to find a way OUT of Ohio." /><author><name>Miles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15886775226715693054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOKu0pCK4HE/S1VV9XES8DI/AAAAAAAAAUY/COyxA-AGtyA/S220/11-bio.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YBRHo5fip7ImA9WxFSEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4470504656971134820.post-6562704305580158911</id><published>2010-04-14T17:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T17:39:15.426-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-14T17:39:15.426-04:00</app:edited><title>If you were forced to adhere to any major, organized religion, which would you chose?</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Probably Buddhism. Radical Christians kill people. Radical Muslims kill people. Radical Jews kill Palestinians. Radical Scientologists kill everything. Radical Buddhists just kill themselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nirazilla"&gt;Tell me something honest.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4470504656971134820-6562704305580158911?l=nirazilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/6562704305580158911?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/6562704305580158911?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nirazilla.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-you-were-forced-to-adhere-to-any.html" title="If you were forced to adhere to any major, organized religion, which would you chose?" /><author><name>Miles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15886775226715693054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOKu0pCK4HE/S1VV9XES8DI/AAAAAAAAAUY/COyxA-AGtyA/S220/11-bio.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAAQHg_cSp7ImA9WxFSEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4470504656971134820.post-9169988828657202053</id><published>2010-04-13T02:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T02:05:41.649-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-13T02:05:41.649-04:00</app:edited><title>why did you become an artist?</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I've never done anything else. It's the reason I wake up in the morning. It's all I know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nirazilla"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4470504656971134820-9169988828657202053?l=nirazilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/9169988828657202053?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/9169988828657202053?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nirazilla.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-did-you-become-artist.html" title="why did you become an artist?" /><author><name>Miles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15886775226715693054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOKu0pCK4HE/S1VV9XES8DI/AAAAAAAAAUY/COyxA-AGtyA/S220/11-bio.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04NSHc-eSp7ImA9WxFTGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4470504656971134820.post-4223313482669443690</id><published>2010-04-11T11:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T11:33:19.951-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-11T11:33:19.951-04:00</app:edited><title>Are you comfortable in your own skin?</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I don't know. I've never been in anyone else's skin so I don't really have anything else to compare this level of comfort with. Call back in a few years when I've snapped and turned to serial killing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nirazilla"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4470504656971134820-4223313482669443690?l=nirazilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/4223313482669443690?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/4223313482669443690?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nirazilla.blogspot.com/2010/04/are-you-comfortable-in-your-own-skin.html" title="Are you comfortable in your own skin?" /><author><name>Miles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15886775226715693054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOKu0pCK4HE/S1VV9XES8DI/AAAAAAAAAUY/COyxA-AGtyA/S220/11-bio.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EAQn0_cCp7ImA9WxFTFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4470504656971134820.post-1287916796080266168</id><published>2010-04-07T03:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T03:34:03.348-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-07T03:34:03.348-04:00</app:edited><title>Why did you dislike high school?</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I didn't dislike high school. I do dislike high school. It wasn't that it was a particularly miserable experience, but it was pretty lifeless and sad compared to the one I'm living right now. So I didn't hate high school when I was in it, but I can look back on those times now and sort of see just how stagnant it made me. I don't think I was sad, but I rarely felt happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nirazilla"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4470504656971134820-1287916796080266168?l=nirazilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/1287916796080266168?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/1287916796080266168?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nirazilla.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-did-you-dislike-high-school.html" title="Why did you dislike high school?" /><author><name>Miles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15886775226715693054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOKu0pCK4HE/S1VV9XES8DI/AAAAAAAAAUY/COyxA-AGtyA/S220/11-bio.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8BSH0zeSp7ImA9WxFTFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4470504656971134820.post-5694356157231774319</id><published>2010-04-07T03:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T03:20:59.381-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-07T03:20:59.381-04:00</app:edited><title>What's the way to your heart? :)</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I really don't know. If I did, I'd make it easier to find...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nirazilla"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4470504656971134820-5694356157231774319?l=nirazilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/5694356157231774319?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/5694356157231774319?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nirazilla.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-way-to-your-heart.html" title="What&amp;#39;s the way to your heart? :)" /><author><name>Miles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15886775226715693054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOKu0pCK4HE/S1VV9XES8DI/AAAAAAAAAUY/COyxA-AGtyA/S220/11-bio.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIGRn0zeip7ImA9WxBaF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4470504656971134820.post-6514732406365102308</id><published>2010-03-28T12:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T12:25:27.382-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-28T12:25:27.382-04:00</app:edited><title>You're such a fucking prick. You deserve everything to you that happened in grade and high school.</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Truer words have never been spoken. Moving on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nirazilla"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4470504656971134820-6514732406365102308?l=nirazilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/6514732406365102308?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4470504656971134820/posts/default/6514732406365102308?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nirazilla.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-such-fucking-prick-you-deserve.html" title="You&amp;#39;re such a fucking prick. You deserve everything to you that happened in grade and high school." /><author><name>Miles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15886775226715693054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOKu0pCK4HE/S1VV9XES8DI/AAAAAAAAAUY/COyxA-AGtyA/S220/11-bio.jpg" /></author></entry></feed>

