this article from yesterday’s la times is awesome.  it’s just so funny because a month ago, i was looking for that exact font and i literally typed into google “obama campaign typography” and didn’t think anything was actually going to come up.  apparently though i wasn’t alone in my search, because thousands of pages–forums and blogs dedicated to the typeface–popped up in response to my query.   ‘gotham’ is the font, in case youre wondering.  i downloaded it along with whitney, topaz, and a bunch of other cool stuff from hoefler frere-jones, my new favorite typeface designers.  i mean just look at it!  their fonts are fabulous!!

ps.  while we’re on this exceedingly geeky topic, can anyone tell me what font this is? the one called simple roman, though i believe it goes by another name. it’s driving me crazy!!!

on tuesday, the new york times published an article about the 4,000 soldiers who have died in iraq.  their faces were printed, yearbook style, on a huge multi page spread.  and in another section, letters and blog posts written by soldiers who were killed recently.  these just absolutely broke my heart.  there were letters to parents–one correspondence describing how a young man has dealt with the reality of death–”i’m not afraid, don’t worry about me”; the next, a few weeks later, telling his mom that he has never been so scared in his life, watching his friends die.  blog posts wisely pointing out that his fellow american friends are wasting their time worrying about which fast food they’re gonna have for dinner and why britney spears has shaved her head all the while unable to point out iraq on a world map.  worst of all are the love letters.  real-life wartime love stories, the kind i thought didn’t exist anymore, unfolding right in front of me.  one guy cant stop crying as he writes a just in case letter that, by terrible misfortune, had to be opened.  a girl in love reads his last words over and over and over again, willing the letter not to fall apart in her hands.  its all so epic and beautiful and romantic and then i remember its real.

and right there, in the middle of the busy office, i started crying.  and felt–of all things–relief, that my heart was not so hardened that the reality of war does not still hit me like a ton of bricks.  because it should, even though i’m completely guilty of being one of those self absorbed people described above, occupied primarily with what i’m gonna eat for dinner and what’s the latest hollywood gossip.  and yes, i think living here in our beautiful socal bubble, that it’s inevitable to a certain degree. but that day i folded up the article to take home and promised myself i would surround myself by constant reminders of the world at large, a world that needs so much more love and hope than we do. 

new york times

crap, i am so bad about updating this thing.  i should really get better at it. anyway, as soon as i get some downtime (which might not be for awhile), i gotta completely revamp the site.  i’m thinking about going back to freelance. hopefully just graphic, and maybe LIGHT web (oh, the horror). i dont know. i am just tired of the office.

speaking of which, i am SO excited about the return of the (other) office!!  so excited that i’ve marked down on my calendar the spring returns of all my favorite shows. i’m not a tv addict, i promise.  hahaha but i am definitely looking forward to having some awkward humor back in my life.

it was awkwardly funny watching my dad play jesus in the easter play. i shall post photos once they’re on my computer.

i haven’t stayed up this late in a long time. i miss it, somewhat. there’s just something so serene about the darkest sky of night.. it’s like in a movie when you see all the lights in a village go out one by one except for yours. the world is quiet and it feels like it’s mine, just for a few moments, when no one else is aware of what’s going on.

this is where i’d like to be right now. living in some little town near boulder, colorado, like the one in catch and release. with tree lined one lane avenues and creaky wooden boards under your feet, and bells that jingle when you open the door. working in some quaint letterpress stationery shop, shopping for groceries in a hundred year old general store, and actually being able to see the stars at night.  i could definitely afford to live life at about half the pace that we do here in los angeles..