Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Entry #149: Peter Schiff

"I forgot that I haven't yet told you the story of my one true love."

"Peter was the ideal boy: tall, slim and good-looking, with a serious, quiet and intelligent face." -Anne Frank

(I adore her).

Monday, February 25, 2008

Entry #148: Sew Cool

My current sewing book is dated 1969:

And I like the font on this lil' number:

This book is coming out in April:

Entry #147: C-Code Contest

* To write the most Obscure/Obfuscated C program under the rules below.
* To show the importance of programming style, in an ironic way.
* To stress C compilers with unusual code.
* To illustrate some of the subtleties of the C language.
* To provide a safe forum for poor C code. :-)


Past winner: THE CODE

The result:

Direct opposition to Colin Wheildon?

Who writes,

"...But should technology serve only the designer and headline writer, or should it also serve the reader? Are we, by distorting type, discomfiting the reader to such an extent that he and she will retaliate by the only means open to them—by refusing to read our message?
If this danger is real, how far down the primrose path can we go to before our use of the technology available to us becomes counter-productive?"

And who can forget Mark Danielewski's House of Leaves?

Is this a coming of the New Age in Type & Communication?

These are all very interesting questions-- but right now, all I care about is why I can't seem to find a proper dentist because I need some "...osseous recontouring to increase crown length, facial bone festooned and ramped, palatal bone gradualized--"

(based on a scientific Google search)


Friday, February 22, 2008

Entry #146: Dear God

I long for the days when all that mattered was what stood before me at any given time-- my mother's delicate fingers sifting through my hair, my siblings and I bursting with laughter, and our slight frames running with glorious oblivion to the march of time.

Everything was sharp and immediate.

Monday, February 18, 2008

Entry #145: President's Day

In honor of the greatest President we've ever had (in my opinion):

Recently unseen photos of President Abraham Lincoln's second inauguration has been discovered at The Library of Congress-- the mistake was due to labeling errors.

A beautiful part of Lincoln's speech:

"...Fondly do we hope -- fervently do we pray -- that this mighty scourge of war may speedily pass away. Yet, if God wills that it continue, until all the wealth piled by the bond-man's two hundred and fifty years of unrequited toil shall be sunk, and until every drop of blood drawn with the lash, shall be paid by another drawn with the sword, as was said three thousand years ago, so still it must be said "the judgments of the Lord, are true and righteous altogether"

With malice toward none; with charity for all; with firmness in the right, as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in; to bind up the nation's wounds; to care for him who shall have borne the battle, and for his widow, and his orphan -- to do all which may achieve and cherish a just, and a lasting peace, among ourselves, and with all nations." - President Lincoln, March 4, 1865

Via: NPR
Copy of Speech Here

The war ended April 9, 1865. Lincoln was assassinated April 14, 1865.

What a wonderful man eh?

Above photo by Mathew B. Brady, famed Civil War photographer.

Via Wiki.

Also, also, Lincoln's Cottage will open tomorrow. You can catch the ceremony on C-span (ok ok...so I watch this channel with my dad. I particularly enjoy June, when they show graduation speeches by political heavyweights-- I am a nerd with an ineptitude at putting my penchant for research to use).

Sunday, February 17, 2008

Entry #144: O whaa? MORE TYPE

AGH!!!: Historic American Sheet Music So pretty. I think I like type because... well, I can't draw but for some reason I can write letters? sorta. I mean NOT type student mode but

teachers always appreciated my neat writing when I was younger?

Friday, February 15, 2008

Entry #143: Rock Wall

Pictures of the Rock Wall that Susan and I built a few months back.

It started out with a drawing.

I might post a how-to later but in the meantime, a quick how to build a rock wall via Google may yield some results.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Entry #142: Round and Round we go (we go)

(My high school’s recently renovated velodrome).

Entry #141: Love Letters +2 fonts

All via Typographica.

Let's not forget, Ames Guide to Self-Instruction in Practical and Artistic Penmanship

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

Entry #140: Goodbye to All That

All Woman, no joy. Feminism needs a new leader. Can Chelsea Clinton be it? (She emailed the above to a friend, according to Slate.com)

This is a rather powerful treatise on the current state of what it means to be a woman in American society. We are still living in a Man-Made World.

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Entry #139: Spring Curls

Shy right young love.

Monday, February 04, 2008

Entry #138: The clicks and clacks

This morning while eating breakfast I wondered if you had enough potassium.

The looking glass.

Entry #137: Highway to Heaven

Jeffrey (we are on a first name basis).

Entry #136: That Song from that Apple Commercial

New Soul by Yael Naim

(I have that exact coat! It's 4+ years old)

Entry #135: Border Crossing

Friday, February 01, 2008

Entry #134: Typography

Entry #133: La Casita de Wendy HAPPY

So fresh and so lively, says I. The website.

Tambien, ellos tienen un blog!

Entry #132: U.S. opens FBI office in Cambodia

Let the past bury its past. And the present look to the future.

Entry #131: Anne Sexton

Confessional, unbalanced, and hopeless, Anne Sexton's poetry is pointedly relevant to our complicated times. The search for the meaning of Life, the absent of God, and the sadness of Love found and lost, Anne Sexton was a writer who wrote about abortion, infidelity, and motherhood.

Remember, big fish,
when you couldn't swim
and simply slipped under
like a stone frog?
The world wasn't yours.
It belonged to
the big people.
Under your bed
sat the wolf
and he made a shadow
when cars passed by
at night.
.... (excerpt from poem entitled, "The Fury of Overshoes")