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    CBS has just declared war on the heartland of America. No longer is comedy going to be a covert assault on traditional American, conservative values. Now it’s just right out in the open. This hire is a redefinition of what is funny, and a redefinition of what is comedy.

    Rush Limbaugh (via kateoplis)

    Caution: Comedy!

    Posted on Saturday, April 12th 2014

    Reblogged from kateoplis

    Source politico.com

    …Uniformity, standardization, centralization, efficiency, and routinization always train us to mistakenly strive for complete safety, repose, and security—and to mistake these things for the hallmarks of our true nature. Meanwhile, vulnerability, risk, unpredictability, and sudden transformation are the constitutive experiences of human life.

    James Poulos

    Posted on Sunday, March 16th 2014

    You can never care too much,
    you can only choose the wrong things to
    hold close.

    Rakishi, “things my father wouldn’t say" cir. 1913 (via 1924us)

    Posted on Saturday, January 25th 2014

    Reblogged from 1924


    Just My Type: A Book About Fonts by Simon Garfield.

    Just My Type is a book of stories about fonts. It examines how Helvetica and Comic Sans took over the world. It explains why we are still influenced by type choices made more than 500 years ago, and why the T in the Beatles logo is longer than the other letters. It profiles the great originators of type, from Baskerville to Zapf, as well as people like Neville Brody who threw out the rulebook. The book is about that pivotal moment when fonts left the world of Letraset and were loaded onto computers, and typefaces became something we realized we all have an opinion about. And beyond all this, the book reveals what may be the very best and worst fonts in the world – and what your choice of font says about you.

    Today we can imagine no simpler everyday artistic freedom than the pull-down font menu. Here is the spill of history, the echo of Johann Gutenberg with every key tap. Here are names we recognize: Helvetica, Times New Roman, Palatino and Gill Sans. Here are the names from folios and flaking manuscripts: Bembo, Baskerville and Caslon. Here are possibilities for flair: Bodoni, Didot and Book Antiqua. And here are the risks of ridicule: Brush Script, Herculanum, Braggadocio and Comic Sans. Twenty years ago we hardly knew them, but now we all have favourites. Computers have rendered us all gods of type, a privilege we could never have anticipated in the age of the typewriter.

    Yet when we choose Calibri over Century, or the designer of an advertisement picks Centaur rather than American Gothic, what lies behind our choice and what impression do we hope to create? When we choose a typeface, what are we really saying? Who makes these fonts and how do they work? And just why do we need so many? What are we to do with Alligators, Accolade, Amigo, Alpha Charlie, Acid Queen, Arbuckle, Art Gallery, Ashley Crawford, Arnold Bocklin, Auriol Vignette Sylvie, Andreena, Amorpheus, Angry, and Anytime Now? Banjoman, Bannikova, Baylac, Binner, Bingo, Blacklight, Blippo, Bebedot Blonde, Beach House or Bubble Bath? (And how lovely does Bubble Bath sound, with its thin floating linked circles ready to pop and dampen the page?) There are more than 100,000 fonts in the world. But why can’t we keep to a half-dozen or so familiar faces? Or perhaps we should just stick to the classic Garamond, named after the type designer Claude Garamond, active in Paris in the first half of the sixteenth century, whose highly legible Roman type blew away the heavy fustiness of his German predecessors, and later, adapted by William Caslon in England, would provide the letters for the American Declaration of Independence.

    Typefaces are now 560 years old. So when a Brit called Matthew Carter constructed the now-ubiquitous Verdana on his computer in the 1990s, what could he possibly be doing to an A and a B that had never been done before? And how did a friend of his make the typeface Gotham, which eased Barack Obama into the Presidency? And what exactly makes a font presidential or American, or British, French German, Swiss or Jewish? These are arcane mysteries and it is the job of the book to get to the heart of them. But it begins with a cautionary tale, a story of what happens when a typeface gets out of control.

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    Posted on Friday, January 17th 2014

    Reblogged from Good typography

    Source amzn.to


    Gifts for the Typophile Geek: 9 Typography books.

    In case you forget the gift for your graphic designer geeky friend here is a recap of all the books featured here, a perfect gift for the typophile or the amateur designer avid of know more about this beautiful discipline (click on the name of every one to see more details):

    1. The Geometry of Type by Stephen Coles.
    2. Thinking With Type by Ellen Lupton.
    3. New Ornamental Type: Decorative Lettering in the Digital Age.
    4. Little Book Of Lettering by Emily Gregory.
    5. Helvetica and the New York City Subways System: The True (Maybe) Story.
    6. Type Matters! by Jim Williams.
    7. Hand to Type: Scripts, Hand-Lettering and Calligraphy by R. Klanten.
    8. Calligraffiti: The Graphic Art of Neils Shoe Meulman
    9. Scripts: Elegant Lettering from Design’s Golden Age

    In case you want a light review of this books you can visit typographybooks.tumblr.com and see more details.

    Posted on Friday, January 17th 2014

    Reblogged from DesignCloud

    Source typographybooks

    Under the overhanging willows of the opposite bank there was an inlet where the water was deeper and flowed so slowly that it seemed to sleep in the sun. In this little bay a single wild duck was swimming and diving and preening her feathers, disporting herself happily in the flickering light and shade. They sat for a long time, watching the solitary bird take its pleasure. No living thing had seemed to Alexandra so beautiful as that wild duck.… Years afterward she thought of the duck as still there, swimming and diving all by herself in the sunlight.

    From “O, Pioneers!” by Willa Cather. (This quote reminds me of my favorite duck from the Venice canals. Ah, beautiful mornings!)

    Posted on Sunday, January 5th 2014