pow!

I Wish I Were A Boy So I Could Be Ugly But Could Still Get Action

pintovca — Sun, 18 May 2008 06:38:10 +0000

note: That is my face but it has been photoshopped: I am not that terrible looking. And Scarlett Johansson is perfect, oh god.

A Letter to Windows Media Player 10

pintovca — Sun, 04 May 2008 19:55:18 +0000

Oh, Windows Media Player 10, I miss you so dearly. It’s true: since Thursday I’ve made my transformation from Microsoft-User-Incessantly-Talking-About-How-Great Macs are to a new full-time Mac user, still befuddled by the abrupt change in applications, file types, and the lack of right-clicking. Oh, it’s as good as I knew it was going to be- it connected to the router and the other computers in the house automatically! I have photobooth at my disposal for a expanse of vain exploits, soon I will have the latest versions of Photoshop & Illustrator provided by my gracious Graphic Design Teacher, and a potpourri of other convenient applications with shiny icons and interfaces.

But I knew, of all the things that one becomes accustomed to as a Windows user, I was going to miss you. iTunes is so cold and unfeeling. It laughed at my wma files just yesterday! I spent hours copying some of the songs we used to sing together from the old computer to the macbook- I was up until 1:30 am! I hadn’t even made a dent; there were still hundreds of files to be dragged and dropped. The next day, when I went to play these songs, they came up as .txt files! Jibberish, dollar signs, s’s and c’s and z’s from Gaj’s Latin alphabet with crazy accent marks, and numbers! When you couldn’t play a file you would tell me straight up: “Windows Media Player Does Not Recognize this File-type”. What does iTunes do? Sits back for ten minutes before I figure out it doesn’t read wmas at all, on my own.

And then, then! I tried ripping (oh I’m sorry, it’s called importing now) Jens Lekman’s CD. It’s not the physical CD, it’s one that someone burned me and added some other tracks to. I could rename the track name but what about the artist?! The album, the genre, the year?! I don’t know what to do! iTunes doesn’t understand the sentimentality of mix CDs, all it cares about is copyright protection bullshit. Where’s the advanced tag editor?! What am I supposed to do! Be a law-abiding citizen and pay for CDs?!

I just don’t know what to do, Windows Media Player 10.. we’d grown so accustomed to each other! I still remember the day when I first downloaded you. I had Windows Media Player 8, and it crashed every time I opened it for whatever reason. I conceded that I must update to the latest version. At first I was leery, but then I saw how dark and handsome you were: you donned a sleek and shiny black and blue theme. And oh, how I admired your method of organization! So thorough yet so simple, and versatile. iTunes just lists tracks on top of one another, songs in a barbaric list, but you archived my music so perfectly.

I long for you in every moment of silence I spend on my new Macbook. I can’t get past the days when I would start you up, put you on shuffle, and enjoy my expanse collection of music in ease whilst I wasted away my hours on facebook and Perez Hilton. Maybe one of these days I’ll visit you at the old laptop. We can convert my albums into mp3′s, and look back on the old times..

Thinking of you, Sam

Excuses, Excuses..

pintovca — Thu, 10 Apr 2008 01:07:49 +0000

Maybe I bit off a little more than I could chew with this, just assuming that I’d have time to update this and do so well. I think the same week I made this account I realized that I had so much to do and so little time to do it. Then I freaked out, questioned my existence and the system and all that deep kind of shit. I was angry at the world and the Industrial Revolution (thanks for everything, Samuel Slater) and was convinced that I could never thrive in this fast-paced Western society that doesn’t allot enough time to practice what is preached and that I’d never be happy and, and and.. I stayed home from school and got my period, hey.

But really, being an overachiever is hard. Especially when you have a job, a best friend who you only see one of the two days you don’t work, and absolutely no work ethic at all. It is a miracle that I stay on honor roll. I am constantly torn by my priorities; overachiever, artist, employee, slacker. I guess I was hoping to use my love of English essays, illustration projects, insight and psuedo-wisdom, and all the information I absorb in my “free time” that remains dormant in my head- and I was hoping it would be a brilliant medley that would take.. somebody by storm!

But really, it doesn’t work that way. I have lonely papers to write, self-portraits and design projects to bullshit, phones to answer, and episodes of Stella to watch on Youtube instead of doing homework. Not to mention eating (in excess, compulsively.. like Nutella straight out of the jar) and notsleeping.

I really want to update this regularly, just like I want to exile my muffin top to Siberia and become fluent in every crazy language you can find an online textbook for. Of course those goals are a lot more idealistic than updating a blog every so often, so there’s a possibility that I can do it! The weather is reluctantly, hesitantly fading into spring and my 12 hour day is coming to an end. Maybe I can do it.
I’ll do it for you! And for you I mean myself because this obviously has no readers yet.

ćao!

pintovca — Sat, 08 Mar 2008 23:21:28 +0000

From this point forward I will pretentiously, sporadically, and irrelevantly share my input on whatever rouses me at whatever moment. I hope to have enough incentive to illustrate these things, seeing as visual arts are the only bailiwick I claim at the moment. Hopefully this will lessen the number of real-life tangents I go and proselytize my friends with; topics such as Mike Gravel, the disintegration of Yugoslavia in the late 80′s/early 90′s according to the mere 4 chapters of a book I’ve read about the subject (here’s an example of the pretentious part), adopting babies from third world countries, my opinions about body image with a tint of fat-child bitterness, how great I think Andrew Bird is, how annoying I find Pop-Art and maladroit teenagers with digital cameras, and anything else may come to mind.

I don’t really know about the title “pintovca”, I’ve just been using it as a username online a lot lately. Pinto is my last name, which my friends use more frequently than my first name half of the time. “Ovca” means sheep in Croatian. Why “pinto sheep” and why, of all the languages in the world, Croatian? They’re just milestone things I have a stupid fixation with currently. No I don’t have a sheep fetish or a creepy myspace boyfriend in Zagreb that I’m planning to visit secretly in the near future, I just think sheep are cute and Croatian is the first Eastern European I wish to tackle.