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That’s me… sort of

Tuesday, April 13th, 2010

I am going to have Josh write all my bios from now on:

An orphan that has seen her fair share of tragedy has arisen from the ashes of solitude and emerged as one of the finest designers and illustrators America has ever seen.  Rachel Arnold Sager, designer by day and illustrator by night, is a graduate of the Art Institute of Pittsburgh.  She works for a full service advertising agency, Elias/Savion Advertising, where she is responsible for layout and creative contributions for annual reports, billboards, and identities.  In her spare time she takes on enormous projects like 52ills and writing 300 page novels.  When she’s not being creative Rachel snuggles with her adorable dog Poli, named after the best Steeler ever.

*To be clear: I am not actually an orphan and I have never been on fire. The rest is totally true.

I Bet We’ve All Been There

Wednesday, April 7th, 2010

Oh, the workplace.

I think we’ve all been roped into a project that didn’t fit our job description, or handed something from capable but lazy hands, or inherited something that was fundamentally broken before you came along.

Of course, you can’t really say it.

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Or, for when your feeling a little a little feisty:

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Inspired by some tweets from @pgha and @LyriqueTragedy. 

Updates

Friday, March 12th, 2010

Remodeling
Our handheld miter saw won’t cut the 6 inch baseboards I need to cut for my room. Once those are cut, we are on the home stretch. I’ll post pictures soon. It’s looking pretty good, kids.

Polamalu LeBeau Sager
Our smallest Sager hurt his knee and I’ve been told to “restrict his movement,” which is of course absurd because he is a dog and has been known to run around in circles for no reason. But the Doc says no walks and no stairs. Yes, that’s right — the Doc instructed us that if he must go up and down stairs, he should be carried. But he better not get used to it, the bum.

Drawrings
In spite of my PSI portfolio showcasing a man-crushing cupcake, I am working on a very cool project for an area University. Why yes, bloody zombies and the doom-monster Cthulu totally say computer science to me. Fun stuff.

Josh also sent in his table application/fee for SPX this fall, so I guess it’s official — we’re going. Oh geeze. Even though I currently sell absolutely none of my work online (or in person, for that matter). We had a Meeting on the subject this weekend, and though we have a lot of work to do we are confident we will sell at least 1 thing. I think as long as we play to our strengths — Josh charms the crowd, I hide under the table — we will do just fine. I will meet my favorite webcomic artist’s feet. That won’t be creepy at all. If you are not familiar with SPX, you should totally go because it is the awesomest. Also, you can be the person that buys something from us. I’ll probably pay you back.

More Drawrings
Oh man, I’ve got plans. If I can put together half the stuff I want to by September I will most pleased. Did you watch the Winter Olympics closing ceremony? Oh my. Here is a hint:

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Writing Progress?
Shut up.

Branches

Wednesday, February 3rd, 2010

I did some screen printing on Tuesday night. It was my first time printing on fabric, and my goal was to do a pillow design that would compliment the mural I painted on the wall in my studio. The mural is a bunch of birch tree trunks.

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You know, I don’t even like orange that much as a color. It’s kind of obnoxious most of the time if it’s on its own. However, I wanted a room that would pop, and a turquoise/white/orange combo will do just that.

Of course, now the pillow needs put together. Need a button sewn on? I got it. Split your dress pants doing some heavy lifting? Not a problem. You would like refined straight seams that construct something that will fit a pillowform?

Oh my, aren’t you funny?

That’s why it’s nice to have friends like Val, who has offered to teach me how to use that mysterious voodoo box that makes cloth stick together. I don’t trust it, I tell you.

God I hate Seinfeld

Sunday, January 31st, 2010

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Updates

Wednesday, December 2nd, 2009

Some general updates.

1) There’s a rad thing going on this Sunday. I hope you go grab some none perishables and join us. Maybe the Steelers will pull out a win.

2) The project to redo my studio over the Thanksgiving weekend went and got complicated. The wall below the two windows is crumbling and everyone’s telling me to get that fixed before I make it beautiful. BOO.

2) 52ills.com has become a real challenge. I anticipated it being hard, but I can usually conquer “hard”. I am way behind. I have four weeks to create 8 illustrations. In theory, this is not a difficult task, but man am I sick of making stuff. This is actually a good thing — I think it’s important to push yourself to your limits, and folks: we are at the bottom of my mental barrel. I will have to reach deep to make sure these last 8 aren’t crap, and it’s… uncomfortable. It’s good for me and all that crap, but… ugh.

Speaking of which…

3) I am tired of pushing myself. And of course I already have two big projects planned for 2010. You know what I want to do? I want to come home, drink a glass of wine and watch TV until my eyes fall out for a few months straight. I already took next year off of freelance*. Now I’m looking forward to that break between Christmas and New Year’s.

…aaand: Scene. I’m done whining, sorry.

4) Thanksgiving was a grand success, as usual. It is my favorite holiday, full of food and family and friends. Oose and I cooked for the sixth year in a row, with a head count of 15. We even ventured to the Tanger Outlets at midnight, which was also a win — I bought a hat. Don’t act surprised.

5) I freakin’ love our dog.

6) You know I’m avoiding my responsibilities when I take the time to blog. Ha!

*Not all freelance, of course. You know who you are.

In which corny things are said about getting a dog

Wednesday, November 4th, 2009

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So Josh and I adopted a seven year old dog from the ARL last weekend, and the experience has been way more fulfilling than I could have anticipated.

Josh and I both had dogs growing up, and although we’d been considering getting a dog for over a year I don’t think either of us thought it would ever really happen. We work all day. The one thing our neighbors always say is “You guys are never home.” We each have a dozen projects going on all the time. I am all about keeping things realistic — and taking care of another living creature would probably be more hassle than it could possibly be worth, right?

Wrong.

All I could think in the first two minutes of meeting Poli was “Whoops” because I just totally fell in love with a dog. How corny is that? He was dirty and smelly… But he was also gentle, sweet and friendly. We hung out with him for ten minutes, got his meager history from the shelter, then promptly ran to Petco to buy a crapload of dog supplies. We took his stinky butt home and immediately bathed him, although he still seriously requires a professional touch with industrial strength tools and super soap.

Poli is doing well. Listening to his kennel cough breaks my heart, but he’s on medicine for it. An exam of his remaining eye on Monday indicated he probably lost its partner due to a glaucoma-caused pressure spike, so we’ve now got preventative drops to administer daily to the good eye. I am worried about what the vet might say at his check-up next Monday, but here’s hoping he’s in good health. I’m at least willing to bet there’s nothing wrong with his digestive track, because homey is a pooping machine.

Josh and I couldn’t happier with him, and every day more and more of his personality emerges.

Meet Poli

Sunday, November 1st, 2009

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Josh and I went to meet a dog at Pittsburgh’s ARL on Saturday morning.

We’ve been “puppy-bombing” each other for weeks, sending cute puppy pictures to each other via email. But I was surfing the ARL site and found an actual contender.

Well, that changed the game. The possibility of owning a pet suddenly became real.

Possibility, Schmossibility. Josh and I adopted a very sweet seven year old cockapoo (now) named Poli.* He was a stray when animal control picked him up two weeks ago. He has one eye, and he needs a grooming like nobody’s business, but he’s ours. The Sagers are now a tribe of three.

*Short for Polamalu

52 Haiku

Monday, October 26th, 2009

…aaaand we’re back. Josh and I had a delightful time in Portland, and real life has rushed back into its usual frantic pace much too quickly. I am formulating a way that I can drink at wineries and sleep in until 9 am full-time. Email me if you’d like to support me monetarily in this effort.

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One new project that I am very super-duper uber excited to announce is a collaboration with the very talented DJ Lunchbox, aka the one amazing Will Rutherford. Mr. Lunchbox writes wonderful haiku using contemporary subjects and alternative art. That’s right, no flower-faints-on-wind or lotus blossoms here, folks. There might be blood, there might be adult themes. There might be Stormtroopers.

We were discussing projects and general shenanigans over beers at October’s Podcamp Pittsburgh, and he graciously offered to do 52 Haiku to match my 52 ills.

Pinch me, please. I could not be happier.  He’s already gotten started over on his blog. Each one he posts becomes my New Favorite!

I guess that means I should get my butt in gear and get up to date…

Vacation bliss

Sunday, October 18th, 2009

@joshsager and I are headed west this week. We’ll both be recording our hijinks at Josh and Rachel Take A Trip. Come say hi!