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Good to Know

Always quick to remind anyone who will listen that the glass is, in fact, half full, Courtney offers up some helpful advice for the weekend: How to Survive a 10,000-Foot Fall.

Rhett Allain, associate professor of physics at Southeastern Louisiana State University, says that experimental evidence on the subject is thin, since it’s unethical to throw people out of airplanes for science.

“Fortunately, we don’t have enough data to make a trendline,” Allain says.

Still, Allain and others have a few ideas about the factors that might determine whether or not you survive a tumble from thousands of feet in the air.

Turns out there’s physics involved—and a little luck. Plus, some sound advice from Dr. Jeffrey Bender, professor of surgery at the University of Oklahoma Health Sciences Center: “Don’t land on your head.”

Fun for the Whole Family

Have you heard? helveticka is 30 years old. And since we never do things the easy—or, let’s be honest, normal—way, we celebrated not with a cake, but with an exhibit.

Mind if I shamelessly quote from the press release? Thanks.

“We’ve spent the last three decades building relationships with talented specialists hired to help strengthen our company’s outcomes,” explains [CK] Anderson, principal and creative director at helveticka. “So we created an exhibit that celebrates unique perspectives from 30 of those people.”

Curated, designed, written, and installed by Anderson and his team, CX30: Creative Experiences, Thirty Collaborators isn’t your typical exhibit, he says. While work from a few commercial visual artists is presented, the essence of the show is the personal stories provided by the participants themselves. “When we reached out to these 30 collaborators,” says Anderson, “we asked each to tell a story—about themselves, about their careers, about the creative experience. We were looking for tales of adventure; death-defying feats in the face of terrible danger. Maybe even one or two poking fun of clients.”

What they got instead was far more personal: They provided insights; recalled interesting, funny, or challenging circumstances; revealed breakthrough moments in their careers; offered business philosophies; and, at times, shared surprising personal details of their own creative experiences.

Among those represented in the exhibit are artists, photographers, illustrators, programmers, videographers, media buyers, printers, animators, fabricators, composers—even a cartoonist. While the majority of them are from Spokane, some hail from as far away as Los Angeles and Minneapolis.

“For those working in or around the creative industry,” says Anderson, “we think they’ll find these stories compelling and relatable. For those thinking about a career in the arts, or new to the creative profession, we hope it will be inspiring and informative. And for everyone else, we think it’s a wonderful way to showcase some amazing local talent—the sort of creativity most people just don’t realize is out there.”

CX30: Creative Experiences, Thirty Collaborators is up right now at the Washington Cracker Building, just a stone’s throw from helveticka world headquarters at 304 W Pacific Ave. Gallery hours are Thursday–Saturday, 5–7 p.m.

Can’t make it? Fear not: You can get a taste at 30creatives.com.

Quote of the Day

“The more I work,” writes London-based artist and musician Martin Creed in the foreword to Works, a survey of his career published in 2010, “the more I think I don’t know what I am doing.” He goes on:

I have absolutely no idea what I am doing. It is like sweat or shit. It comes out as I go along. As you do one thing over here, something else comes out over there. It is not what you think you are doing. It is like scum on top of things or like sediment at the bottom. It builds up while you are doing other things.

Working feels like trying to face up to what comes out of you.

Art is shit. Art galleries are toilets. Curators are toilet attendants. Artists are bullshitters.

Ten of Thirty

Twenty-three years ago, we launched our first exhibit.

It happened almost by accident. I’d stumbled across several World War I and II propaganda posters in the basement of the Cheney Cowles Museum (now the Northwest Museum of Arts & Culture) while researching its photography archives. A short time later, I sent them a letter suggesting that it would be wonderful if the WWII posters could be displayed, given that so many of the era’s poster designers and illustrators were prominent industry figures. I thought it would make for a nice, humble little show at the Spokane Falls Community College design gallery.

What happened next certainly came as a surprise. Larry Schoonover, then the deputy director of the museum, liked the idea—but he wanted the posters shown in its main gallery. It turns out my inquiry was timely: The 50th anniversary of Japan’s surrender, which brought about the end of WWII, was fast approaching. And Larry saw an opportunity to commemorate the event.

Behind the Red, White & Blue: Posters, Propaganda & Pride opened October 13,1995. To this day, the exhibit remains a highlight of my career. It opened the door for our firm’s work in experiential design, allowing us to blend our individual curiosities with history, storytelling, and the opportunity to create in three dimensions.

In the simplest of terms, exhibits are places where voices are heard, where visuals become emotive, and where one’s understanding is heightened. It’s also where we, as writers and designers, often feel the greatest impact.

Miscellany

So there’s a thing called the iPhone Photography Awards. And they just announced the 2018 winners.

While we’re at it, Scuba Diving magazine did something similar.

“It’s like keeping wine in a cellar instead of on the kitchen counter.” One of life’s great mysteries has, at long last, been settled. #science

The late Donald Hall on aging: “I rise scratchy at six or twitch in bed until seven. I drink coffee before I pick up a pen. I look through the newspaper. I try to write all morning, but exhaustion shuts me down by ten o’clock. I dictate a letter. I nap. I rise to a lunch of crackers and peanut butter, followed by further exhaustion. At night I watch baseball on television, and between innings run through the New York Times Book Review. I roll over all night. Breakfast. Coffee.”

I’m reasonably certain that every word of this is true—though, in the spirit of inquiry, I intend to seek an evidential basis for each of the claims presented. Starting right about…now.

Time to Detox Your Masculinity

This article on young men and the “new narcissism” is worth a couple of minutes of your time. Turns out they’re “drinking less alcohol, smoking less and, oddly, having less sex, perhaps because sex involves focusing on someone else”—a 21st-century asceticism that requires no real sacrifice, “just a new exciting set of powders and pills to order on Amazon Prime, while you have earnest conversations about the dangers of our consumer culture.” Plus, I discovered a new word—bumf—which, according to my copy of the OED, is slang for “toilet paper; worthless literature; (usu. derog.) documents, official papers.”

Thirty years later…

…we’re still here.

I know what you’re thinking: That cannot possibly be. After all, nobody expected it to last. A couple of graphic designers, half a generation apart, both from rural Washington towns that start with the letter C and neither with any business knowledge whatsoever, starting a design company back in 1988? I guess it proves that literally anything is possible.

So, last Saturday, we threw a party to celebrate. Not so much for helveticka, but for our families, friends, collaborators, and, of course, for our clients. Surprisingly, more than 200 people showed up. Maybe it was the free live music. Maybe it was the wine, the beer, and the gourmet hot dogs.

Or maybe it was the chance to learn about 30 collaborators who, over the years, played an integral part in helping our firm reach this milestone – each of whom shared a personal story either directly or indirectly related to their profession. The result is a body of exhibited work we call CX30: Creative Experiences, Thirty Collaborators.

And, as luck would have it, nearly all of them were on hand to mark the opening of CX30 and to help celebrate helveticka’s thirtieth anniversary.

Thanks to everyone who shared this moment with us. We’re glad you came – each and every one of you.

photographs by Chad Ramsey

Stop! Grammar Time!

When people ask me for advice on writing,* I’ll often respond with “Never use utilize. Always use use.” Sure, it’s a little smart-assy (I prefer to think of it as aphoristic), but it’s more than just snark. I’ll let David Foster Wallace explain:

[Utilize] is a puff-word. Since it does nothing that good old use doesn’t do, its extra letters and syllables don’t make a writer seem smarter. I tell my students that using utilize makes you seem either pompous or so insecure that you’ll use pointlessly big words in an attempt to look smart. The same is true for the noun utilization, and for vehicle as used for car, for residence as used for home, for indicate as used for say, for presently, at present, at this time, and at the present time as used for now, and so on. What’s worth remembering about puff-words is something that good writing teachers spend a lot of time drumming into undergrads: ‘Formal writing’ does not mean gratuitously fancy writing; it means clean, clear, maximally considerate writing.

More thoughts from DFW at the invaluable Oxford Dictionaries blog.

*Don’t laugh! It happens. No, seriously.

An’ a one, an’ a two…

“In 1932,” writes Armand D’Angour, associate professor of classics at the University of Oxford, “the musicologist Wilfrid Perrett reported to an audience at the Royal Musical Association in London the words of an unnamed professor of Greek with musical leanings: ‘Nobody has ever made head or tail of ancient Greek music, and nobody ever will. That way madness lies.'”

Until now, that is.

Happy Friday!

Got a couple weekend reads for you.

First, an article in the LA Review of Books that compels me to admit that maybe—just maybe—the French are right about something:

English speakers think of their language as “open,” “flexible,” and “accommodating.” The French story is exactly the opposite. In French minds, their language is a particularly complex and nuanced tongue with no gray zones and little, if any, à peu près (approximation). Words are right or words are wrong. Every word has a precise meaning distinguishing it from other words.

Second, the Washington Post has a story about Jerry and Rita Alter, who “may have been hiding a decades-old secret, pieces of which are now just emerging”:

After the couple died, a stolen Willem de Kooning painting with an estimated worth of $160 million was discovered in their bedroom.

More than 30 years ago, that same painting disappeared the day after Thanksgiving from the University of Arizona Museum of Art in Tucson.

And Wednesday, the Arizona Republic reported that a family photo had surfaced, showing that the day before the painting vanished, the couple was, in fact, in Tucson.

We Had a Pretty Good Run, I Guess

You know, when I was a kid, I thought there’d be a flying car in every garage by now. Or, at the very least, a personal jetpack in every closet.

But no. Instead, we have, well…this.

Just when you though 2018 couldn’t get any dumber.

#Truth

This brilliant article over at The Outline is chock full of aphorisms that ought to be cross-stitched on pillows in homes across America.

Here are a couple of good ones:

“Publishing is a retail industry, not a meritocracy.”

“Just because you are fluent doesn’t mean you can write.”

My favorite, though? “Writing is hard. Writing artfully so that someone enjoys what you’re writing is even harder.”

Tomasz Stanko, RIP

Though I worked as a reporter for my hometown newspaper back when I was in high school, I never really count that experience when I think about my writing career. For me, it started when I was a music critic for a local “alternative” newspaper—you know, the sort of publication that was hip before hipsters were a thing.

That’s when I discovered the music of Tomasz Stańko, the virtuoso Polish jazz trumpeter who died over the weekend at age 76. Stańko was a revelation to me, a player whose music demonstrated once and for all that jazz was as much color and texture as it was rhythm and changes.

Spare and atmospheric—almost minimalist in his approach to improvisation and composition—Stańko, it always seemed to me, didn’t just play his trumpet. He painted with it: haunting soundscapes of quiet, otherworldly beauty. And yet, somehow, he was as deeply soulful as the best of his American counterparts.

I’d never heard anything quite like it. And now I can’t imagine jazz—or music, really—without his contribution.

We Live in Stupid Times

All this straw-banning nonsense is, well…just that: nonsense. Given that 60 percent of the plastic in the oceans comes from only five Asian countries, these new laws are nothing more than virtue-signaling by career politicians. I mean, take a look at this chart.

That aside, my favorite part of this Newsweek story is the quote from Chris Milne, director of packaging sourcing for Starbucks: “Starbucks is finally drawing a line in the sand and creating a mold for other large brands to follow. We are raising the water line for what’s acceptable and inspiring our peers to follow suit.”

I don’t know about you, but I count four metaphors in those two sentences. Four:

“Starbucks is finally drawing a line in the sand and creating a mold for other large brands to follow. We are raising the water line for what’s acceptable and inspiring our peers to follow suit.”

Then there’s the clichéd language like “what’s acceptable” and “inspiring our peers,” not to mention all the questions I have about how a large brand—or anyone, really—is supposed to follow a mold. And that’s not just a PR lackey speaking off the cuff, either. It came right out of the “Starbucks Newsroom.” Which means a bunch of middle-management types signed off on it. Heck, they’re probably incorporating it into a slide deck even as I write this.

When this stuff passes for good writing or clear thinking, forget about the plastic choking our oceans and killing the fish. We’re all doomed.

We’ve Come So Far…

Apropos of nothing, really—and without further comment—let’s take a quick look at the state of American race relations in 1974, courtesy of Burger King:

“All right!”

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