Funny you should ask. At this very moment, or as of yesterday morning, I've got conjunctivitis in BOTH my eyes. And this too, shall pass.

(One of the many pleasures of having children, by the way)

Focus Visitint contact lenses, -2.50 power.

They actually rest comfortably on my eye more than in it.

They actually rest comfortably on my eye more than in it.

so, what's actually IN your eye?

I have no idea what this post is about.

Humor, vitreous.

Well, Darrell, this is a fairly open post, but mostly I am looking for what it is that you see. What drives you. What is there all the time that makes you go, for good or bad...

When I woke up today, the first thing in my eye was pollen.

After wiping them, my right eye was being licked by

in anticipation of a fresh bowl of food.

In my left eye (and it's always my left eye) I saw:

Rules

Regulations

A moth on my window sill

A little bit behind these (but still in the left eye) were:

Unlikely places I've FTPed a file from (above the artic circle)

Places I've recently been

Which will all somehow, at sometime, filter into what is on the plate

I usually have a strange combination of gas permeable contacts, strength -11.75, and various dust particles trying to blind me (Maybe I should also try whining "aaaaaaaaaarmiiiiiiiin" while holding my eye and stomping my foot)

Lately what's not been in my eye are inspiration, belief in myself, and an ability to see beauty. I actually call it "dead eyes." Those are the days where you don't notice the things around you; you just focus on the license plate in front of you as you commute, not even noticing that the trees are blooming. But this, too, shall pass... we hope.

>-11.75

Good grief, woman — you're clinically blind! I think a -11. is the worst prescription I've ever personally heard anyone have.

I'm a -5.5 and I thought that was freaking bad.

Did you stare at an eclipse as a kid or something?

one word: stars

I'm cursed with bad genetics on both sides of my family. Plus, my parents always said not to sit too close to the TV or it'd wreck my eyes — I think it went the other way ’round. I've thought about trying to use my bad eyes as a reason for my employer to get me an LCD instead of this horrid CRT I work on. I once also almost used it as an excuse in school when getting criticized for bad kerning.

(Oh, and clinically blind is -16, if I remember correctly. Unless they were just saying that to make me feel better. And most people who haven't met me don't know I'm flaming gay enough to be called "woman.") :)

Wow, this got off-topic pretty fast. For a group of designers, I'm amazed how quickly we can lose perspective (if we ever gain it) on a situation sometimes... no matter what your prescription is.

I have a sliver of ambition in my eye right now. Skeptically analyzing the scope of my current situation, looking for a shrewd opportunity to do more.

One day... one day I will see success in it's myriad forms resembling the repetative patterns that are similar to a kaleidoscope.

Hey Gregor, speaking of first things you see in the morning and "in anticipation of a fresh bowl of food"...

My mornings usually start with seeing this girl:

reaching her paw under the pillow over my head and "whomping" me in the face, or eye, first with claws retracted... then with them extended. "Ow! Okay, okay. I'm getting up!" (which has earned her the nick-name of Demanda von Claw)

and/or

seeing this boy:

jumping up on the bed and then shoving his nose under the aforementioned pillow and smothering me with licks. Cough. Choke. Gag. "Good morning Mr. Suck-Up"

meanwhile, this girl:

running back-and-forth between my wife and my side of the bed giving rapid-fire licks. "Alright, alright. I'm getting up now."

Crawling out of bed, "Sooo... Who wants crunchies?!?" The blur of my fur-family madly scrambling down the stairs to the kitchen.

That's pretty much what I see every morning.

But getting back Bryony's main topic...

...what it is that you see. What drives you. What is there all the time that makes you go, for good or bad...

Well, I visualize how I want my recently purchased, run-down "fixer-upper" of a house to eventually be. (Spousal negotiations on the kitchen are in agreement, appliances and cabinets purchased but not installed; the two bathrooms are generally in concurrance; potential room additions/expansion are still in vigorous debate; and the landscaping is only broadly agreed upon. ;-) ) This really helps to motivate me when I look around at all the chaos and worn-out stuff, which since I have a home office, I see a lot.

I also have "quality of life" visualizations, which are not always the same but generally deal with being professionally busy (sometimes as a partner in a small firm, sometimes as a freelancer) or it's a modest domestic scene with my wife and yet-to-be-born kid(s). Nothing grand, just common-day but sublimely happy.

A few months ago a friend asked me, "what's the most beautiful thing you've seen today?" I couldn't think of anything, for which I was ashamed -- obviously I hadn't been looking very carefully. The next morning on my walk to work I kept my eyes and heart open; I was walking under some nice shade trees with a lovely ivy-covered bank alongside. I thought "this is beautiful" just as I glanced up the bank to catch a glimpse of a guy (presumably homeless) taking a dump up there. This cracked me up, being both ironic and a reminder that part of beauty is life, including growing, seeing, and yes, pooping.

nice menage Steve!

not included in my shots were the dog (mix of minature greyhound and minature pincher (an avid french kisser, she does not wake me as she's kenneled inside due to neighbor's complaining about her barking in the early AM)

Zebra Finches, which I sadly found out after purchase are the model for woody the woodpecker's laugh (I mean, really, who needs woody the woodpecker running through your brain 16 hours per day).

As for Bryony's post: ahhhh, let's kick back for a moment and dream, filter those persistent images lurking in and behind the eyes, and let them take us where they will.

>Oh, and clinically blind is -16

sorry, Sonyl. Somehow I thought it was Bryony who was -11.75, not you.

I meant to tease Bryony, who I know is a "woman" — not you.

Oops :-p

There is a monkey in my eye.

Ultimately Killer B,

the end of the road is in my eye.

I can't see it, but know it's there.

If i were indeed clinically blind my dear Tan, it would not be due to having stared at an eclipse as a child, but because of you.

*blush*

now you're the tease :-)

In my eye ... many piles of varying widths and heights begging to be put away. Thanks for reminding me to take a look at doing that.

Tan, I count the days to have you in my eyes.

Now seriously, by the looks of it, you guys are seeing what is really up close (such as whiskers and bumpy tongues) or that which is far away, on the ever moving path that is life. Interesting indeed.

Virginia in my eyes.

a lens (i'm not talking about contacts here) that is so fine and perfect, i would pay millions if they came out one for my camera.

Sonyl, I have all the eye-digging I can handle. But, you know, if a mosquito flies into your eye and I'm around, sure, I'll take a look.

In my eye…

subjectively: two challenges that at times freak me out and make me behave as if I knew nothing about life, design and economics but, just like the hot peppers in Bryony's eyes, that shall pass�— maybe not pass, these two things will not necessarily pass but will be ongoing efforts for the next few years. Sheesh, sorry for the vagueness.

objectively: a window with no air conditioning unit attached to it. These last few days that is not a good thing. Marian's lovely blackletter feast for GDC's annual report. A funnily-groomed cat. Empty cup of coffee. Pile of unread magazines. Empty fridge.

continually: odd things on the street. Odd behaviors in people on the street. The changing ads in the telephone booths. The internets. Ah, so many things.

emotionally: curiosity.

spousingly: Bryony's eye. Seriously, e v e r y t h i n g gets in her eyes. It's like those bug-attracting lamps that then zap them, things come flying into her eye with a mission.

hope & a great day...

In my eye:

aural muqarnas

http://www.tamabi.ac.jp/idd/shiro/muqarnas/default.htm

My daughter. From the moment I could only feel her kick inside me, she was in my eye.

Objectively, on the ultrasound I had seen earlier — before feeling her, she had what seemed like tiny fists and was curled up. The ultrasound video caught a reflexive movement of her arm forward. And the technician smiled knowingly at my amazement. I said it looked like a little boxing motion and we laughed at the motion being stereotypically indicative of a baby boy.

She is and will always be my primary raison d’�tre.

the clock.

its effing time to go home from this bull ish corporate design job...

Failure. Dissatisfaction. Envy. Pride. Love/lust. They all keep me going, in everything I do.

In my eye: My camera. It forces me to question what my eye sees, and allows me to find new ways to look and see. Vision, or maybe I should say observation, is a mental exercise.

What is in my eye:

Suspicion. Cynicism. A desire to love. A fear of doing so.

Controlled wonderment.

What should be:

Love. For people, regardless of life station, regardless of profession, regardless of checking account balance.

Love for design, regardless of how stale the current assignment seems.

Unbridled wonderment.