So not too much has been happening with the whole company idea. I know it feels like it was all said and done in the past and that we rushed on it to suddenly hit a wall, but I promise you, something is boiling on the back burner. Ideas are churning, options are opening up, people are offering a helping hand. It will be here when you least expect it. Shirts will be going to print within the year and a site will provide everyone with that itch for more. My plan is to provide my targeted audience with a new season every two seasons so that more and more designs come rolling in. Keep your eyes peeled and thank you all for your support.

This is Aaron Greene and hope you are smiling.
"Life is short to be a downer."

A showcase of our lives bring back old memories.
We do our best and wait for an outcome.
What is next?
Where will this lead me?
Sometimes it is driven all by fear; Other times by curiosity. I guess where I am going with this is that we put in and submit our lives to what we have a true passion for and we wait to see if we are up to par, up to standards if I may say so. But I guess my question is that what defines standard? Is standard what we as human beings should strive for? According to the Merriam Webster Dictionary, Standard is defined as a conspicuous object formerly carried at the top of a pole and used to mark a rallying point especially in battle or to serve as an emblem. That doesn't help me out at all though... I am looking for a different use of the word "standard." The MWD also defines it as something set up and established by authority as a rule for the measure of extent, value, or quality. That tends to fit better with what I want to fall on.

These past few weeks I have been challenged and sized by my abilities. The school newspaper I work for went to Bloomington, IN this weekend for the ICPA Newspaper Convention to both attend a few lectures and be compared to other papers of our qualities. Although we won a few awards (a few being a good six or so), they tended to be all design based. In my case, this convention has shown that we as a newspaper staff have the potential to put out a paper that can be successful, but does it measure up to the standards? If you sat our paper out on a table with all of our competitors, we stick out like a sore thumb. Our paper size is of different width and height, our front cover always consists of solely design, and our masthead is of a more design quality. In a sense, this is a good thing, but with it being different then how can we compare it to the what I have continually been calling the standard? This is where I fall short of knowledge. Different has a tendency to want to conform so it isn't outcasted, but then it doesn't want to be like the rest of the world and their natures. Our paper, The Comunicator is of it's own standards and that is why I love it dearly.
Another challenge that has been put in my hands since I've posted last has been IPFW's Portfolio review for Graphic Design, Fine Arts, and Photography majors. This portfolio review is the decision maker for whether or not I or any other student is capable of continuing onto further 300-400 level classes. I needed to mount fifteen of my best pieces for the professors to discuss and make the decision. Going from 10am to 4pm, that was the longest 6 hours I have ever waited. Graphic Design/Art is my first love and to ever be judged on it makes me nervous because I don't know if I am considered one of the standards. Anyway, this is what is on my mind at the moment. I will blog of more happy times and good momories I have been having recently with my new campus family and friends. take care till then and it feels good to be back.

Check out our school newspaper if you ever get the chance, we put our heart and souls into this production and it would make wonders for some outcome!
http://IPFWCommunicator.org/

You lean in for that first kiss and end up biting your lip
and tasting the blood that thirsted for every inch of unpleasant silence;
for every part of lost hope embarked in the wrong direction, at the wrong time.

Your ears burn with hope of hearing every inaudible word that lays in that single moment
where two decide to stare in opposite directions. One may ask, "what should we do?" when they both know that the other just wants to jet out of the room to leave the unenviable stillness that lies in between each shoulder, but instead all remains static.

Your mouth ends up yearning for a drink of anything, because rage and half act confusion has dried up whatever moisture that was present in the first place.

This could either end up making a moment or taking a life. Either one will be a story told till the end of time. So make your decision. Run. Hide. Give in. Or if you are brave, try again.

Persistence always trumps and love always ends the discomfort.
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I have had this kind of story on my mind all day, and I just had to get it out there so I couldn't regret not posting it. Thanks for the read and if this sparked any thoughts, I'd love to hear them.