Poster by Anthony Burrill. Post title from T.S. Eliot.
where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
ideas are abundant (my personal creed)
Ideas are abundant. Practice giving your ideas away. If you hold onto ideas too tightly, you can convince people (and yourself) that you may not come up with any new ones.Alex Bogusky
(Of here, from here.)
'I'm interested in glorifying something that we in the world would say doesn't deserve being glorified.'
Ed Ruscha's best shot. Good reading. Found via the wonderful I Like.
things my sister does at weddings
Hides.
We went to a family wedding at Squire's Castle on Saturday. Plenty of excellent hiding places.
the regular and beautiful order and arrangement of color
The title of Moses Harris's book on color, originally published in 1766, is a story in itself:
The Natural System of Colours , Wherein Is Displayed the Regular and Beautiful Order and Arrangement, Arising from the Three Primitives, Red, Blue, and Yellow, the Manner in Which Each Colour Is Formed, and its Composition, the Dependance They Have on Each Other, and by Their Harmonious Connections Are Produced the Teints, or Colours, of Every Object in the Creation, and Those Teints, tho' So Numerous as 660, Are All Comprised in Thirty Three Terms, Only.
great steves: my dad
I love this picture of me, my dad, and my sister. I had a very noisy toy called the Big Mouth Singers when I was small, and I am pretty sure I am emulating it here. My sister is emulating a spud. My dad - well, he's just his own cool self. He's been that way his whole life - in high school, the kids called him Ziggy, as in Ziggy Stardust. When he got a little older and was working guiding canoe tours for inner city kids, those kids called him Steve Austin. This innate coolness was not enough for me, however. When I was little, I used to tell everyone that a family friend named Tim McKenzie was my father. It made for fun explanations from my parents.
Before I knew better, I assumed everyone's dad played in bands, raised bees, drove a park truck, and could name all of the trees in a forest (I still think everyone's dad should be able to do that). I thought all dads listened to everything from Ry Cooder to Thelonius Monk to the Pretenders and could tell you engrossing stories about Gram Parsons being buried in the desert and Stephen Stills and Bonnie Bramlett righteously punching out Elvis Costello. I figured it was no uncommon thing to have a father who took you for midnight hikes in the woods, taught you to walk without making a sound, and told you beautiful stories about the starry night sky.
I think I was about eight when I realized the truth - not only was my dad one of a kind, he was freaking cool. I'm still trying to live up to the legacy.
Happy Father's Day, Steve.
(My attempts at cool started early. That's me on the far right.)
America's improbable experiment in democracy
This was one of the tasks we set forth at the beginning of this campaign – to continue the long march of those who came before us, a march for a more just, more equal, more free, more caring and more prosperous America. I chose to run for the presidency at this moment in history because I believe deeply that we cannot solve the challenges of our time unless we solve them together – unless we perfect our union by understanding that we may have different stories, but we hold common hopes; that we may not look the same and we may not have come from the same place, but we all want to move in the same direction – towards a better future for of children and our grandchildren.
Barack Obama, March 18, 2008
Full text here.
For more on the design explosion the Obama campaign has sparked, read Kristin Gorski's article about artists inspired by the campaign, and Steven Heller and Brian Collins' discussion of Obama's use of the Gotham typeface. More posters and art here and here.
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