It wasn't just my imagination — I really did feel the rumblings of an earthquake last night. I felt my laptop vibrating at first, but I quickly realized it wasn't just be the hard drive spinning when my entire bed and then the entire building shook for a few seconds. We were too far away to have any damage, but it was freaky all the same.
...that taste great together — Jack Kirby and Jack Chick:
That may be the merest bit of trivia to most of you, but I bet a few of you will have a vivid flashback or two when you see that inner courtyard.
It's also kind of funny that twenty years later the Regis guys still seem to look and dress the same. Oh prep schools, how do you do it?
In general, I’m partial to wood. I prefer real wood for floors and furniture, and I’m particularly fond of slightly weathered old wood that looks like it's lived a little. That being said, I have a real thing for totally fake wood-grain patterns — not fake woods or veneers — but stuff that is so fake it's kitschy. Hey, I never said I was high-brow.
Much to my delight (and further proving my theory that there's a blogger out there to cover any special interest one could imagine), I just stumbled across It's (K)not Wood, a blog devoted to all kinds of fake wood things. It's startlingly comprehensive!
I don't go for all the stuff that’s made of other things but molded to look like branches and twigs and such, but I’m giddy to find so many faux bois (as they say) delights, such as this way-fun furniture I’ve been coveting for a while now.
So it looks like my horrifying full-body case of the hives is an intense allergic reaction (My first real allergy! Huzzah!) to the new medication my doctor recommended, a reaction that kicked in just as the not-as-bad-as-everyone-said normal side effects were wearing off. The best part? It will take a while for the offending stuff to break down and leave my system, so it will be a while before the hives settle down. In the meantime, everywhere that cloth rubs against my skin kind of looks like I got a dermabrasion with poison ivy scrub. And all this because the doctors thought it a little dangerous (in the long-term, at least) that I’d been in such exquisite shape for so long without much variety in my drug regimen.
At least the doc felt really sorry as soon as he got a look at me. That soothed my temper a bit, if not my itchiness.
But I should count my blessings, right? Right! Nothing on my face, and the cool winter temperatures make it easy to stick to long sleeves for a while more. Next month: more experiments!
I don't mean to sound too crabby about the care I get. The NHS has been very, very good to me — just as attentive than my beloved doctor back in New York, minus all the hassles of dealing with insurance companies and CVS for prescriptions. It's all been one of the big incentives to hang around over here.
I adore the Midas Project, a not-quite-graffiti project in Barcelona where mundane objects around town are spray-painted gold. It looks amazing! It reminds me of Commutable, a great project from 1996 where the decrepit steps on the Manhattan side of the pre-renovation Williamsburg Bridge were covered in gold leaf. It looked strange and lovely, and was also a good visual cue to slow down on your bike before you went shooting over the end of your bike path to your doom.
When I was glancing through all the submissions for the New Yorker's Eustace Tilley contest, I somehow neglected to realize that one of my favorite submissions — a brilliant riff on the classic Vignelli map of the NYC subway system — was done by one Alberto Forero, a fellow Regis alum (and fellow ephemera fanatic) who took over my old post as the school newspaper's graphics editor back in the day. I also love that the print article about the contest winners shows Alberto's illustration along with my other two favorites.
I never knew him that well, but like many of the remarkable, talented, trail-blazing guys I know from my Regis years, Alberto is — at the very least — a triple threat: he's a designer, illustrator, and musician. Go check him out, and maybe send some work his way.
(Speaking of the school newspaper, someday I need to write about how it was working on the school newspaper that turned me from a compulsive doodler into a future typographer, due in large part to my fascination with using a VariTyper machine to set headlines using all the cool Avant Garde alternate glyphs.)
I just upgraded to the latest version of Movable Type, the software that runs all this. The interface at least is completely different, so I can only assume some stuff will break. If you spot anything funny going on, please . Thanks!
The basic gimmick as described at the Flickr archive is:
"From 1912-1913 he [grandfather Aloysius "Gorilla" Koford] produced a comic strip which was featured in 17 newspapers, including the Philadephia Star-Democrat, the Tampa Telegraph, and the Santa Fe Good-Newser. The strip was entitled "the Laugh-Out-Loud Cats" and featured the exploits of one Meowlin Q. Kitteh (a sort of cat hobo-raconteur) and his young hapless kitten friend, Pip."
Just got back from a late showing of Cloverfield, which was lots of smash-em-up fun, if perhaps a little vivid for anyone who's actually experienced a New York crisis or two. It'll be interesting to see what tonight's Sustiva dreams bring on.