Tuesday, June 28, 2011
I cannot believe this woman. I was sitting there before next to a woman 4x my size...well more like she was sitting on top of me. (My jeans are still damp from the overlap and human perspiration of being in close quarters.) The large woman leaves and even though there was a seat behind this stupid woman, she wants to sit next to me! I am so angry! So I go to the empty seat behind her. What a weirdo!
Thursday, June 23, 2011
I came across this credit when I was googling myself because I wanted to see what kind of electronic imprint me and my name were leaving. (That other Christina Solazzo has got to get married and change her name soon so I can be the only one again! Note: There are 10,300,000 results for "Christina Chin" if I were to adopt my married name. There are only 118,000 results for "Christina Solazzo.")
It's pretty neat that I was credited for this book as an editorial assistant. I was paid to keyboard it as a freelancer, but I found that I had to make a lot of editorial decisions because the editor didn't have time to really review them before I got into DC to start keyboarding. (Note: This was right after working for 8 some hours at The Teaching Company already. And driving into DC during rush hour. And driving back to Reston around midnight. And doing it again for a few days over a few weeks.)
I remember keyboarding this book on a Saturday too--when NG didn't have their air conditioner on and it was 100 degrees in DC and someone kept turning off the lights in the area I worked in. (They called the area "shantytown" because it was so makeshift.)
It was a really cool book to work on.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Monday, June 6, 2011
Sunday, June 5, 2011
In any case, what's also interesting is that before digital art, illustrators used to have to send in their art to be scanned or set up by the printer to be made into plates. (I'm still kind of foggy about this process since even with digital art, production and my boss talk about switching out plates for reprints. So I guess it's not a giant ink printer? It's still plates?) Apparently Richard Scarry's books used to come in smelling like a million cigarettes or cigars. I believe that since even just a few years ago I received some sketches and a manuscript from a cookbook writer in Paris that smell liked rancid cigarettes or cigars. (European/Asian cigarettes smell so strong sometimes it's hard to tell what they're smoking.)