Font Keywords

The new Suitcase application allows you to attach specific keywords to any and every font on your system. Because I have over 1400 typefaces on my Mac, it would be incredibly useful to index these with keywords that made sense.
But how do you coherently define a typeface that will make sense not tomorrow, but 23 days from now when there is exactly 8 minute left to find the right font family? Well, here’s a starter list of keywords:
19th c.
cool type
Here’s what uses for some of its indexing:
The key on “western” makes particular sense to me as I’ve noticed a lot of interest lately in reproducing the westernized feel of design and design elements (e.g. Starbucks Xmas coffee campaign).


I’m sending out the annual holiday calendars to clients, friends, ex’s, colleagues, partners, vendors, family, and others who I like a bit (not in that order). As I was carefully going through the list of people and their addresses, I realized a few things:
1. I’ve refused over the years to delete those who have passed away from my contact lists. I can’t do it, but these folks should not rightly be mixed in with the living, right? I’m not sure what to do with these entries, including my grandmother who died over one year ago. Obviously, I’m not sending those are dead calendars nor will I need their contact info. Why must I keep them and am I “contaminating” the rest of the people populating my rolodex?
2. There are so many people that I’ve lost touch with in the past five years. If you happen to be reading this, my apologies. If you’re not reading this it’s because you’ve lost touch with me as well.
3. I tried printing out the list (it’s about 1000 entries) on one sheet of paper and it looks really, really tremendous.


I had the good fortunate of catching the first
The Simple Life
on Fox tonight.
My curiosity about the show focuses on the issue of cynicism and ignorance and I really wonder which of the two parties is framed as the more “ignorant” or “cynical.” The obvious, or intended, option is that Paris and Nicole are born into the privilege of skeptical assurance based on a life of certainty and self-awareness. But it can be easily argued that the family on the farm (whose names I cannot identify right now) were also born into a kind of cynical self-righteousness that’s every bit as silly and dark as that of their guests.
Ignorance knows no class boundaries, but in the end, of course, I wonder if I’m the dupe. The funniest line in the show was when Paris thought that Wal-Mart maybe sold “walls.”


I took my daughter in to get her flu shot today. Apparently she was one of the last people in New York that can get one right now because of what the nurse described as a “kind of panic.” Then I see this article in today’s Times titled How Not to Pick a Flu Vaccine and while I’m reading it, the doctor’s office calls to cancel my appointment for my flu shot tomorrow.
I’m not so aghast as I am disgusted. If there was ever a real need for biological deterrants, wouldn’t influenza, which kills 36,000 people per year even today, be a very clear focus of government and the pharmaceutical industry? What does the Department of Homeland Security and the Centers for Disease Control do for a living?

Candy Store

I’m so happy not to have to be beholden to my own prison of writing only about blogging that I can’t help but note a few great things I’ve found. It’s all excitement and a rush of freedom, which must feel a bit like how the colonists must have felt right after they kicked the British our of the 13 states. Here’s a smidgen:
Here’s a fascinating little chart (page down once there) about the number of folks who are upgrading to Panther, the new OS from Apple: Daring Fireball: Graphic Communication
Over the weekend, I found the most powerful book yet on the life of Anne Frank, called Anne Frank: Beyond the Diary. The small paperback details the very modern life of her family with superb photos, diagrams of their living quarters, and reproductions of signs and signage seen throughout Amsterdam at the time. It provides a fascinating chronology of her childhood in context and is just a very good and unlikely read.
Lastly, I’m happy to be using Rancher software’s NetNewsWire for RSS feeds. In a nutshell, it allows you to easily see the most recent stories posted on websites and weblogs without having to type in “” every time you’re interested. A very nice, very simple application with mojo.

In Sum

Thankfully, this is the last day for me to post a post about posting weblog posts.
In case you didn’t pay attention to last week’s ramblings and shortcomings, here’s the long and short of it (mostly short):
Yesterday, I talked about the fact that every weblog or blogging in general is a kind of shorthand for something else. There’s a code, see.
The day before that, I was so tired and then it was sundown and I posted nothing. This is in and of itself interesting to me, though, because I generally do not post on Sabbath as I feel it’s somewhat abhorrent and I realize that most people would think this silly, foolish, or otherwise overly religious. It could be said that posting to your blog is not “work.” But I think it’s a kind of work, a slightly easier, more playful form of work, yet still work. I don’t know.
The day before this one, I was in New Jersey and had highway-brain and so barely blogged.
The day before that was some kind of pablum on death and blogging, which was good, if not sad.
The day before that, I wrote about the relationship between contemporary art and the activity of blogging and how blogging was the latest form of contemporary art. I’m not sure I said that, but that’s what I should have said.
The day before that, I revealed how many/few visitors I actually get to Deckchairs on the Titanic and implied that this revelation was meaningful because it was sad.
That brings us to the first post in the series, the one that started this ballgame, and there were some great comments posted about the idea of audiences, blogging, and peacefulness. Since then, no comments have been posted and that, too, is a bit sad.

Weblog Code

A while back, maybe six months ago, someone sent me a link to the blogger code, at which you answer a few questions about your blogging habit or habits and the site provides you with a relatively unique code that you can place on your site that tells the select few what you think, know, love, and detest about blogging.
It’s a nice experiment. My code is this: B9 d++ t+ k s u f i- o+ x– e- l- c-. Not very elegant; I wish that it would be all d-plusses. (There’s a decoder for this thing as well.)
But in thinking about the logic of the above blogger code, I think that weblogs speak in their own, very specific and more easily decipherable, code. For instance, there is code around all of the following elements that make up blogging:
– The external links you provide on your site is akin to knowing who is in, who you like, who you don’t, and why.
– The type of blogging tool you use has its own classification system — with the list in order of best to worst, though tremendously unspoken, probably being: Movable Type, Greymatter, TypePad, Radio UserLand, Blogger, and Blog*Spot. All kinds of classism goes along with this codification.
– The quantity of posts one does per week. Those who post two or three times per day get extra credits typically.
– The exactitude and quality of the design tells one how interested the blogger is in relaying their sense of the world uniquely.
– The language of the blog, English being the best, of course.
– The uniqueness of the name of the blog and one’s ability to purchase a domain name of unique meaning and origin.
I understand that this sounds all cynical and yucky, but I don’t mean it to. I’m just thinking about the new bloggers on the block, those who don’t have a domain name yet, who don’t know how to install Movable Type (MT), who only know how to type and need an audience. I wonder what they do, how they get in and I wonder if there will increasingly be tools to allow the blog-cream to rise to the misty heavens of a dedicated readership.

New Jersey

Today, I have nothing to say about blogging. Nothing to say at all. I spent an interesting day at a client’s shop learning about the biological sciences in New Jersey. It’s going to be a cool project. And all I can think of now is that I need to post. I desperately need to post. This is what I need to do. Post. Now posting…