Type Beautiful

I love fonts.

Earlier this summer I embarked on a project for my job where I had to create a series of posters, each relating to different aspect of local history. It was something to reel in the tourists, basically. I was captain of the ship-- I got to decide how the content was written, choose the photos, decide the layout and the color schemes. But my favorite thing to select was the font. I spent way too much time browsing page after page of downloadable fonts, all in search for the perfect font to set the mood for my posters. One poster required the replication of the font used for Alfred Hitchcock's Psycho, and that was my most satisfying find.

Sometimes, I even find it hard to write if I'm working in a font that is plain or unpleasing to my eye. I usually like to select a style that is classic looking. My favorites as of late happen to be Bell MT, Modern No. 20, and Rockwell. I'm already obsessed with words, phrases, alliterations, imagery, figures of speech so fonts to me act like the fancy wrapping it all comes in.

"People who love ideas must have a love of words, and that means, given a chance, they take a vivid interest in the clothes which words wear." - Beatrice Warde

Tonight, I have two stories to share with you. So come join me by the fire and I will begin.

Theory on Relationships

Despite the fact that I've seen this movie plenty of times, I can safely say that Love and other Disasters (starring the late Brittany Murphy and some hot Brits) is downright silly. But I also love it. This is one of the best parts.

"Son, never trust a man who doesn’t drink because he’s probably a self-righteous sort, a man who thinks he knows right from wrong all the time. Some of them are good men, but in the name of goodness, they cause most of the suffering in the world. They’re the judges, the meddlers. And, son, never trust a man who drinks but refuses to get drunk. They’re usually afraid of something deep down inside, either that they’re a coward or a fool or mean and violent. You can’t trust a man who’s afraid of himself. But sometimes, son, you can trust a man who occasionally kneels before a toilet. The chances are that he is learning something about humility and his natural human foolishness, about how to survive himself. It’s damned hard for a man to take himself too seriously when he’s heaving his guts into a dirty toilet bowl."

-James Crumley

Indubitably

Here is a handy guide for determining how drunk you are. If anything, it makes me realize that I need to start incorporating bigger words into my drunk vocabulary. I don't think I've ever attempted to say any of those words whilst drunk. I choke on much smaller. (Haha Dirty. So sorry. I get thrills out of saying risque things like this... assaulting your unassuming minds.)

Saved By The Bell

Origin of the phrase "saved by the bell":

When our ancestors realized that they were burying a great deal of people before their time had actually come, they came up with a solution. They tied a string onto the "dead" person's hand, buried them, and tied the other end of the string to a bell and then tied it to a nearby tree branch. If the person revived enough to ring the bel, their survivors would rush out and dig them up. Hence..."saved by the bell." (Circa 1500s)

One part lazy, two parts eerie.

BACON!

So, everyone loves bacon (except for the few weirdos who claim that they hate it, can't EVEN stand the smell of it, gross barf barf.... don't worry, as soon as bacon takes over the world, the first thing we'll do is drop all the haters on a small, dry, uncomfortable island covered in bacon factories.)

BUT, despite my love for BLTs, bacon and eggs breakfasts, and chocolate covered bakies, I do think some things have gotten a little out of hand. Maybe--MAYBE--I can understand bacon flavored vodka (pure.refreshing.bacon). Haha just kidding, not really. I've just had time to let it process and if someone had it at a party, I'd probably try it.

Hey Girl!

This is my new favorite thing. Enjoyyyyyy.