Monthly Archive for August, 2008

Close to complete

Yesterday, three months after moving in, I got to unpack my books. Kris toiled on Monday until the built-ins were 90% complete. The doors for the cabinets at the bottom need another coat of paint before they can be added. But that didn’t stop me from filling all the shelves. I didn’t start Tuesday because the paint needed extra time to cure in the rainy weather.

My excitement was tempered. GJ had to have one of her dogs put to sleep. Actually, it was one of my mom’s dogs. Ben and I paid her a little visit before going home. I’m so glad we did. She was sitting on her front porch, just in case I happened to drive by. She just needed to see somebody, and I knew that. When I picked Ben up from daycare, I told him we needed to stop by GJ’s and share a little of his sunshine.

That’s a little nickname Kris calls him. “Hello, Sunshine,” I hear him say some mornings as he goes to get Ben from his crib. It is a fitting moniker.

Convo

Jaimie calls to say “So I’m at the grocery store, and I’ve just unloaded all my stuff onto the conveyor belt when the girl tells me I can’t use her line.”

“Whhh-at?”

“Yeah, I look and her light’s on and it doesn’t say 10 items or less or anything. And then she says ‘I love pickles.’”

“Huh? Oh! I’m so sorry!”

Because I realized Jaimie was wearing the Threadless “Pickles are cucumbers soaked in evil” shirt I got her for her birthday last year.

“You would not believe the shit I get for this shirt.”

“I just thought it was funny! I thought you’d think it was funny!”

“It’s hilarious. It never fails to get a response. Even my parents were like ‘why so down on pickles? Your last name used to be Pickle!’”

“What? No! Your parents? I really expect more from them.”

“I know. Anyway, I have to go, Bruce Springsteen’s on the radio, telling me he was born in the USA…”

“And you need to sing along, gotcha. Bye.”

KICKOFF section cover

I didn’t have to do much for this section cover, just the text to accompany Eric’s awesome photo. I don’t want to sell myself short, though, because there are so many ways this could go wrong if the text isn’t right.

I started with adding 2008 Pigskin Preview at the bottom. This football preview comes out every year. It’s been called the Pigskin Preview for as long as I’ve been at the Times, so even though this year the section is named “Kickoff,” I wanted it to still say Pigskin Preview somewhere. I used the font (Machine) that we used when we did Football Friday sections.

KICKOFF didn’t look right in Machine. At 200+ point size, it was too blocky. I wanted the head to have punch, like a football to the chest. And though I promise I didn’t pick the font out by name only, KICKOFF is in Impact. For color, I chose a reddish brown both to pull out the color of the Titans’ helmets below and to emulate a football.

The text at the top is a light blue to echo the sky in the photo and also because it’s not really teaser text. It’s just stuff that needs to go on the cover… publish date, web addresses. It’s okay that it doesn’t stand out very much.

If you think font choice couldn’t make much of a difference, consider if I had used these instead:

Here KICKOFF is in Stencil. It’s bulky, bold. But it doesn’t work. Not enough presence.

Pigskin Preview is in Optima. Sans serif seems like a good choice, why is this not the right font, then? Because it’s the sans-serif font you see at the Clinique counter.

For the teaser copy and “with the Times,” I swapped our core design fonts. In the actual cover, the teaser is in our sans-serif and “with the Times” is in our display font. This is a more subjective choice, in my opinion. Both fonts are part of our paper’s design, so both are available for use. But how they are used makes all the difference.

Moxie site unveiled

Many thanks to Heather Morin and Jimmy Jones… The Moxie Salon website is live!

themoxiesalon.com

A dog show every day

Photo by Danny Abercrombie

Photo by Danny Abercrombie

Ben’s verbal skills have changed so much in the last few weeks. Tuesday morning, I picked up his sippy cup and asked if he wanted any more milk. He was laying on the floor, playing with the Elmo/Cookie Monster toy from the Entrekins and he paused, looked at me, shook his head and said “no.” On Saturday at the baby shower, Liz was amused that the cracker he held was almost as big as his face. “What have you got?” she asked him. “Cracker,” he answered. Like, duh, lady, what does it look like?

Okay, so “no” and “cracker” do not sound like mad conversational skillz. It’s the way he’s changed in tone and the facial expressions (or shrugs and head shakes) that accompany the words. He’s conversing.

I still can’t make out most of what he says. But it’s beyond jibberish. He asked me a question at GJ’s the other day and though I had him repeat it twice, I still couldn’t make it out. It was sort of sad to hear him say the same thing three times, each time with less gusto, like he knew I was never gonna catch on.

I find myself saying stuff like this a lot these days:

“Ben, I can tell you’re asking a question. But I’m sorry, I don’t know what it is.”

“Um, you want the… book? A bite-bite? To watch the dog show?”

Kris recorded a dog show on Animal Planet a few weeks ago. I’ve lost count of how many times Ben has watched it. Every day this week; that I know.

What else have you done?

I’ve been thinking this week about the books, movies, television series, etc. that I have stumbled upon because I am the sort of person who’ll check into someone’s oeuvre if I really like one thing they’ve done.

Had I not enjoyed Neil Gaiman’s Neverwhere so much, I never would have read his comic series The Sandman.

Had I not found Bree Sharp’s song about David Duchovny so infectious and hilarious, I wouldn’t own her album Cheap and Evil Girl.

Had James McAvoy not wooed me as he did in Penelope, I wouldn’t have Netflixed the British TV series Shameless.

It doesn’t always work this way, of course. I’ve tracked down first albums that understandably went unnoticed, subsequent novels that haven’t gone into multiple printings, movies that contain the premise “magic crab” and graphic novels that are well-illustrated volumes of “meh.”

Ad-vertis-mints

Those Yoplait commercials where the women draw ridiculous analogies between yogurt and stuff women “love”? Drive me crazy. It’s an irrational, flames on the side of my face kinda hate.

So I love this:

And also, because I’m not a Golden Arches hater, I dug this commercial:

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My Little Zombie Pony


My Little Zombie Pony
Originally uploaded by dbx1

Would one call this Pony-modding?

Impractical shoes

A friend told me over the weekend that in her 20s, she was willing to forgo comfort for cuteness when it came to shoes. In her 30s, she is not.

I think I agree. I wore my impractical pink shoes today. It rained. My toes were squished. Silly shoes.

Logos for Leslie

As a designer, I have trouble designing things for myself. I presumed this could be true of other designers, so last week I contacted Leslie and Terica and proposed a little game. I would design a “logo” for Leslie. She would make one for Terica. And Terica would make one for me. Our deadline was last Friday.

Terica was the first to finish. She posted my logo(s) on her blog. My two favorites are the “mod” ones.

For Leslie, I came up with three varieties. The first is what I think of as the Gypsy one. (Pinks and purples, rounded font.) My personal favorite is the one I call the Glamour version. A swooshy capital L and a sans serif.

And the third option, my least favorite (of course!), a stylized line drawing of Leslie’s face, paired with a blocky font. When I sent preliminary designs to Jaimie for feedback, it’s the one she liked best. It was also Les’ favorite.

Even when the client is a friend, she will instinctively know which one is your least favorite and like it best!



I don’t think Leslie has posted Terica’s online anywhere yet, but if she does, I’ll update.