Monday, April 12, 2010

You're weird. I like that.

So this week we are working on a project for the ISTD brief. Since I have a love for type that will probably give my future kids abandonment issues, I am rather excited.

Out of the 5 briefs, I'm choosing between 2 of them. The first's theme is '100', so literally anything to do with 100. Then the second is working with the theme of connections and journey. I've written 2 stories around these themes, which I am then going to turn into a booklet/insert thingy.
Since I am completely torn between the 2, I thought I'd post both stories and see what you guys like better. The aim of it is to express the story through use of type, although illustration will be included.
Please comment and let me know your thoughts :)


My name is Luke. I am 14 years, 3 months, 19 days, 22 hours and 41 minutes old. I like the colour red and I like numbers. But I don’t like touching and I don’t like words. This lady at school, she told my mom I have something called Asperger’s Syndrome. That's supposed to mean that I’m really clever, but I don’t know if that's true. There are lots of things I don’t understand. I don’t understand why people put their arms around each other, or why my mom tells me shes sad when I don’t want to. People seem to be able to look at each other and understand things, but all the things that I understand are logical. And I don’t think human beings are that logical.

If you add up all the numbers in the sum of how old I am right now, it adds up to 100. Thats why today has to add up to 100, or bad things will happen.

For breakfast I had rice crispies. Dad was in a hurry and gave it to me in the red bowl instead of the blue bowl, so I couldn’t eat it. He poured it into the blue bowl, but it had already touched the red bowl and so I still couldn’t eat it. Finally he poured new rice crispies into the yellow bowl, and that was OK as long as I had a clean spoon.
1 good yellow bowl + 1 clean spoon - 1 bad red bowl + 1 good blue bowl – bad rice crispies= 1

Dad took me to school in his green car. He listens to the same radio station every morning which tells him facts. I don’t mind listening to facts. They are straightforward and make sense. When I drive with my mom she plays her CD of poetry being read. I don’t like that, it makes no sense.
While we were driving we passed 2 blue cars, one after the other. That was good. Then 5 black cars passed, with 2 white cars in between. There were 4 red cars parked in the parking lot we passed. 3 had bumper stickers and 1 did not. I couldn’t decide whether or not I liked the bumper stickers, and had to think about numbers to calm down. I decided I did like them.
2 blue cars + 5 black cars – 2 white cars + 4 red cars + 3 bumper stickers = 12

School is weird. I like my teacher, Mrs Greer. She has grey hair that looks like noodles. She likes numbers too. She photocopies maths puzzles for me to do when I finish my work early. Today I finished my test 8 minutes earlier than the other kids, and she gave me 5 maths puzzles. I finished those too, and she gave me 5 more to take home. I would’ve finished them too, but a fly came in the window and distracted me. The buzzing was so loud, I didn’t understand how no one else seemed to notice it. Mrs Greer could see I was worried about it, and shooed it out the window. Then I did another maths puzzle and felt better.
8 minutes + 5 maths puzzles + 5 more maths puzzles = 18

In English class its easy to get distracted. Long words don’t sit in my brain neatly. They confuse me and make me panic. So instead I looked at the floor. There are 35 kids in my class, 17 girls and 18 boys. Which is almost even, and I wanted to leave the room just so it could be. 21 were wearing black shoes with white socks. 8 were wearing navy blue with brown socks. And 5 were wearing brown with grey socks.
21 black shoes + 8 navy blue shoes + 5 brown shoes = 35 kids (17 girls + 18 boys)

For lunch I ate 2 ham and cheese sandwiches with the crusts cut off. I drank one apple juice and then ate one packet of jellybeans. There were 2 yellow, 5 red, 1 purple, 7 pink, 3 white and 2 black jellybeans in the packet. I divided them up into colour groups and then ate them in ascending order of how many each contained.
2 sandwiches – 2 crusts + 1 apple juice + 20 jellybeans = 21

When my mom came to pick me up she gave me a hug. I didn’t want her to say she was upset, so I let her. My skin was itchy for a while tho. When I got home I played Playstation for half an hour and passed 5 levels. We ate sausage rolls and chips for dinner, which is my favourite. We ate it on white plates and that was good, because the food stayed clean. We said grace and my mom said she was happy that God had given me to her. And that didn’t make me as happy as maths does, but it didn’t make me sad.
5 levels + 3 white plates + 1 grace – 1 hug = 8

At the end of the day I climbed into bed, and counted the glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling. There were 5. And then I added up all the numbers I had written on my hand, and saw that it had added up to 100. 
This was good because 100 is:
Sum of the 1st nine prime numbers = 2 + 3 + 5 + 7 + 11 + 13 + 17 + 19 + 23 = 100
Sum of the 1st ten odd numbers = 1 + 3 + 5 + 7 + 9 + 11 + 13 + 15 + 17 + 19 = 100
The 854th-856th digits of pi 
Product of the 3rd odd & 10th even numbers = 5 x 20 = 100
Sum of the 1st four cube numbers 13 + 23 + 33 + 43 = 1 + 8 + 27 + 64 = 100

This made me not sad, and then I could pull my duvet up over my head and sleep.


DayslikeToday said...

100!!! i love... with a hint of jealousy haha

jess said...

this one.oh my god! amazing mich :)

michness said...

thanks guys :) xx

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