Monday, April 30, 2007
Neue Haas Grotesk wasn't as catchy.
I saw Helvetica last night! It was amazing. I mean, the film was great. The director, Gary Hustwit (I Am Trying To Break Your Heart, Moog, and Drive Well, Sleep Carefully) was there to do a Q&A after the screening, as well as DAVID CARSON. (*giggles like a child*) But the coolest part of the evening was that I was in the middle of an absolutely packed theater of like-minded people who laughed at typography humor. If you love type (regardless of your feelings about Helvetica) you must see this film.
Oh, and design credit goes to Veer for the notebooks pictured above. The copy is a quote by Vignelli in the film: You can say 'I love you' in Helvetica. You can say it with Helvetica Extra Light if you want to be really fancy. You can say 'I hate you' in Helvetica. You can say it with Helvetica Extra Bold if you want to be really passionate.
Friday, April 27, 2007
Slow evening.
So I'm sitting here, 11:09 on a Friday evening. Drinking a glass of cheap, way-too-sweet, white wine and reading. And while this sounds quasi charming in type, in reality it's just pathetic. It's only the wine that's letting me pout about my lack of a social life but still... How do you start from nothing? I had friends. I had people to laugh with. But we're all over the country now. So now what? How do I start from scratch? All the people at work are older and married. I don't know how to go about meeting people when I've got nothing to go on. Blind friendships.
Someone take me out! Someone magically appear. I'm tired of being responsible for my own happiness.
I guess that's the moral of the story. I've already realized life is only what I chose to make of it. But I'm tired of that responsibility. I suppose we all are.
Song of the evening: Relief by Chris Garneau
Someone take me out! Someone magically appear. I'm tired of being responsible for my own happiness.
I guess that's the moral of the story. I've already realized life is only what I chose to make of it. But I'm tired of that responsibility. I suppose we all are.
Song of the evening: Relief by Chris Garneau
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