It’s been a long week. A tough one, if I can be honest. So rather than hit you over the head with an annoying grammar quibble or bore you with a personal anecdote, here’s something fun: a four-minute time-lapse video showing the construction of a Boeing 787-9 Dreamliner.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=87pNldMBJcA

Have a swell weekend, y’all.

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Even as 2017 seems hell-bent on making 2016 look positively sane by comparison—no mean feat, that—a story like this gives me faith in our species.

Like an idiot, however, I also read this. So…one step forward, two steps back. Maybe I should just quit reading altogether.

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After being out of college for more than five years, I have homework. Homework. Thankfully it’s fun, interesting, and awesome homework.

My one-year-old Shiba Inu, Remi, just advanced to the intermediate level of obedience school, and I couldn’t be more stoked. We adore the trainers, they have a great reputation in Spokane, and I – hands down– would recommend them to anyone with a dog. Every class feels like you’re watching a kid learn to read, or seeing a baby take its first steps. It’s THE GREATEST. Which makes the idea of homework great, too—because you get to bond with, learn from, and teach your furry BFF.

It wasn’t until I actually downloaded the homework that I got discouraged.

Great design is everywhere. So’s good design, mediocre design, and…bad design. But bad design somehow SCREAMS at you. It refuses to be ignored.

As a designer, I have the privilege to be able to correct bad design and point out how good design – even just basic principals – can elevate any piece. Take the below single page from Remi’s homework packet.

Technically, there’s nothing wrong with it. It’s all the same typeface, the body copy is consistent, and the header is larger and bolder to set it off. But click to the next image and see what happens when I take that same copy and apply hierarchy and comfortable spacing (both in the margins and in the leading).

Don’t your eyes instantly feel more comfortable? The left and right margins give a visual break while your eye tracks from one line to the next. They can rest and read at the same time without straining. Which means you actually want to read it. And if you want to read it, there’s a better chance you actually will, right?

“Good design, when it’s done well, becomes invisible. It’s only when it’s done poorly that we notice it.”
– Jared Spool

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A pattern of vertical and horizontal black lines.

Primary colors.

Straight-sided geometric shapes.

Asymmetric balance.

Simple enough composition, yet in the early 20^th century, when Piet Mondrian – one of the founders of the Dutch De Stijl movement – applied his aesthetic of total abstraction as a model for harmony and order into his paintings, it shook up a Western world just emerging from the thicket of Art Nouveau. It signified a radical shift towards abstraction and rationalism. Mondrian’s compositions would be crucial in the development of Modernism throughout the century. His work to this day permeates our culture, its influence appearing in decor, cakes, Katy Perry, Nike, the White Stripes, Yves Saint Laurent, and even in the meticulously designed coasters of a certain design firm.

Explore his life and work at this superbly designed digital archive.

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Ah brevity, the silver stag we chase through the woods; the tightrope we walk between too much and too little. It’s like the sound of a chord as a few choice words intertwine. Whatever comparison suits your caffeine-addled mind, it’s that elegant economy, written or verbal, we strive for when searching for what to say.

Which brings me to Hemingway, who, despite being dead, turned 118 a couple weeks ago. Some of us have visited his grave, others, read his books; all of us, however, should take some time out of our day to read his famous six-word story:

For sale,

Baby shoes,

Never worn. 

Here’s to you brevity, you cheeky eel.

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It’s always interesting to visit museums, especially when traveling to a city you’re experiencing for the first time. On a recent trip to the Musée d’art contemporain de Montréal, we came across Fatigues by Toronto-based artist Abbas Akhavan.

Is that really a deer?

The whitetail buck was lying on a wooden floor, carefully placed in a corner near large white walls, and, of course, well-lit. I began to read the artist’s statement: “Fatiques consists of a series of animals stuffed and laid right on the floor in different locations around the exhibition gallery.”

Hmmm…okay.

There was also a screech owl, a gray wolf, a red fox, a black bear, and a North American porcupine, among others. “While taxidermy animals are most often exhibited in posture suggestive of their grace or agility in their natural state,” the statement continues, “those of Abbas Akhavan are mounted in positions that evoke their vulnerability and show them as inanimate creatures, consigned to a state of perpetual silence. By avoiding giving them narratives or prominent displays, the work hopes to avoid dramatizing their deaths in order to prompt consideration of the precariousness of life.”

All right, I wondered, what constitutes art? And what might a first-time visitor be thinking? Will he ever come back? And why isn’t the tongue hanging out of the deer’s mouth?

I’ve seen plenty of dead deer in my lifetime, but they’re usually on the side of the road. (And when they’re stuffed, they’re positioned upright.) But seeing animals sprinkled about inside the museum was unexpected. Imagine the conversation between the artist and the curator…

Perhaps author Joyce Carol Oates put it best. “My belief is that art should not be comforting,” she wrote. “For comfort, we have mass entertainment and one another. Art should provoke, disturb, arouse our emotions, expand our sympathies in directions we may not anticipate and may not even wish.”

Which explains why, two weeks later, I’m still thinking about it.

posted by: CK Anderson  |  category: random thoughts  |  comments(2)

­Around here, we do words as well as we can. And sometimes we do them pretty well, though we try not to brag about it (pun intended). Yet for all our wit and repartee, it’s unlikely, in any event, that we could have out-quipped Muhammed Ali – also known as the “Louisville Lip.”

Ali passed away a little over a year ago. He was only 74. One of the greatest athletes of the 20^th century, he also had a way with words that few athletes (or design firms) have ever been able to rival. Ali was known for hurling insults and boasts at lightning speed, shutting reporters down in the first round, and mincing his opponents at press.

Here are some of his memorable quotes, all of them reasons to have avoided going toe-to-toe with the legend in a battle of wits.

On boxing and life:

“If you even dream of beating me you’d better wake up and apologize.”

“I’m not the greatest. I’m the double greatest. Not only do I knock ’em out, I pick the round. I’m the boldest, the prettiest, the most superior, most scientific, most skillfullest fighter in the ring today.”

“It isn’t the mountains ahead to climb that wear you out; it’s the pebble in your shoe.”

“I should be a postage stamp. That’s the only way I’ll get licked.”

“It’s just a job. Grass grows, birds fly, waves pound the sand. I beat people up.”

“Impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in the world they’ve been given than to explore the power they have to change it. Impossible is not a fact. It’s an opinion. Impossible is not a declaration. It’s a dare. Impossible is potential. Impossible is temporary. Impossible is nothing.”

Before fighting Sonny Liston in 1964, he even wrote a poem:

“…now Clay swings with a right, what a beautiful swing
And raises the bear straight out of the ring;
Liston is rising and the ref wears a frown
For he can’t start counting ’til Liston comes down;
Now Liston disappears from view, the crowd is getting frantic
But our radar stations have picked him up somewhere over the Atlantic;
Who would have thought when they came to the fight
That they’d witness the launching of a human satellite?
Yes the crowd did not dream when they laid down their money
That they would see a total eclipse of the Sonny.”

Leading up to and following “The Rumble in the Jungle,” his 1974 fight against George Foreman:

“Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. His hands can’t hit what his eyes can’t see. Now you see me, now you don’t. George thinks he will, but I know he won’t.”

“I done something new for this fight. I wrestled with an alligator. I tussled with a whale. I handcuffed lightning, I thrown thunder in jail. Only last week I murdered a rock, injured a stone, hospitalized a brick. I’m so mean I make medicine sick.”

“Champions aren’t made in the gyms. Champions are made from something they have deep inside them: a desire, a dream, a vision. They have to have last-minute stamina, they have to be a little faster, they have to have the skill and the will. But the will must be stronger than the skill.”

“I’m so fast that last night I turned off the light switch in my hotel room and got into bed before the room was dark.”

“The Thrilla in Manilla,” 1975,  his third and final bout with Joe Frazier:

“I saw your wife. You’re not as dumb as you look.” 

“It will be a killer and a chiller and a thriller, when I get the gorilla in Manilla.”

Later in life:

“People say I talk so slow today. That’s no surprise. I calculated I’ve taken 29,000 punches. But I earned $57m and I saved half of it. So I took a few hard knocks. Do you know how many black men are killed every year by guns and knives without a penny to their names? I may talk slow, but my mind is OK.”

“What I suffered physically was worth what I’ve accomplished in life. A man who is not courageous enough to take risks will never accomplish anything in life.”

“I’m not afraid of dying. I have faith; I do everything I can to live my life right; and I believe that dying will bring me closer to God.”

“Live every day like it’s your last, because someday you’re going to be right.”

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