Jensemanns » English http://www.jens-kaufmann.net/blog The last pirate on this side of the ocean Mon, 14 Feb 2011 00:15:02 +0000 de hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.5 Sketch out your ideas wherever you are http://www.jens-kaufmann.net/blog/2009/10/07/sketch-out-your-ideas-wherever-you-are/ http://www.jens-kaufmann.net/blog/2009/10/07/sketch-out-your-ideas-wherever-you-are/#comments Wed, 07 Oct 2009 19:12:22 +0000 Jensemann http://www.jens-kaufmann.net/blog/?p=315 [galleria]
The few sketches above where made on my phone on the bus with a little tool called sketchbook mobile.
I was thinking about writing about autodesk’s sketchbook pro for a while but never find the time. But the new Sketchbook mobile is so amazing I had to do it.
The software is reduced to the essentials compared to the desktop version. The advantage of the minimalistic approach is that the user interface is just fine. Allow I mis some of the brushes on the the iPhone. And what really is a step back is that you cant change the opacity of the layers and that you are limited to six layers. Also the stroke pressure simulation is a bit awkward but you get used to it.
So there is some room for improvement but for £1.79 it is a tool nobody should mis out on. If you are a designer, an engineer or just somebody who like to sketch, buy it.

]]> http://www.jens-kaufmann.net/blog/2009/10/07/sketch-out-your-ideas-wherever-you-are/feed/ 0 Air bridge named desire http://www.jens-kaufmann.net/blog/2009/10/02/air-bridge-named-desire/ http://www.jens-kaufmann.net/blog/2009/10/02/air-bridge-named-desire/#comments Fri, 02 Oct 2009 22:15:26 +0000 Jensemann http://www.jens-kaufmann.net/blog/?p=299 I hate travel. No that is wrong. I hate business travel by plane. Especially on fridays.

I think it might be some kind of early childhood trauma. It feels like being grounded. You have to be sit in a place you don’t really mind, but you would rather be somewhere else. In the beginning you tell yourself that it is actually not that bad. And so you arrange yourself with the situation. You read a bit, listen some music and maybe even have a drink. Your in complete denial.

You can feel it crawling towards you. Silent and vicious, like a dark skinned serpent approaching it prey, it changes everything.Frustration.

You suddenly realise that you are stuck. The door is closed and it seems like you are the only one that didn’t get a key.

You glaze on you watch. Three hours, and still no gate announced. You still sit in the same spot. The scenery is changing constantly, people arriving, people boarding. If you stop focusing your view shapes are blurring, colours are mixing. Faces and voices sublimate into a formless, surreal haze. It makes you dizzy. And aggressive.

But you behave. You tense up. You are afraid that your boiling guts might just rip you apart and kill a few of the unlucky bystanders. So you get up. I give my feed something to do. Displacement activity

Browsing. For the seventh time you scan the covers of magazines that you are never going to buy anyway. And why would you? You are carrying a paper, a book and your work folder already in your bag. Questions arise, who the poor bastard might be that is making a living from dead wood. Dead wood filled with stuff that is just desired only by men and women force by the very same desperation that you are facing at the moment.

Desire! Yes, that’s it. The desire to break free from this nightmare of creeping boredom. The craving for solitary. The yearning for openness of the world on the outside of the terminal. And terminal it is. Hope? All hope vanished when the a woman’s voice for the forth time that your flight will be delay for another hour. You reached a point where not even your hate is left. And you surrender.

“Passengers flying on the BMI flight 5555 to Edinburgh can now board from gate number 8. We apologise again for the slight delay and for any inconvenience caused.”

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