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ALI, ALI, ALI…

Ali1

The passing of Muhammad Ali reminded me not only of watching some of his great boxing matches as a kid with my dad—an avid boxing and wrestling fan—but also of another project we were involved in several years ago.

Ali2

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Back in 2002, we were commissioned by Portland-based Formations Inc. to provide signage and display concepts for the Muhammad Ali Center in Louisville, Kentucky. Formations had been selected to provide exhibit design and fabrication for two floors of the six-story building, and I suspect we were asked to participate simply to augment their conceptual output.

For a flat fee, we focused on specific areas of the center, and were given total freedom to develop ideas without consideration for fabrication and installation costs—an especially enjoyable (and very rare) assignment. The 93,000-square-foot building opened in late 2005, but without any of those ideas.

May The Greatest rest in peace.

Our Annual Politics Post

Twice this past weekend, I was asked who I was going to vote for in the upcoming presidential election. Both of my interlocutors were laboring under the assumption that I simply must choose between either the Democratic or the Republican candidate.

Nonsense. “If I actually voted,” I replied, “I’d go third party.”

Now, I figured that flirting with a third-party nominee would raise some eyebrows. But what really rubbed someone’s rhubarb was the first part of my answer: “If I actually voted….” See, the offended party subscribes to the notion that, unless I vote, I cannot complain, and that my opinions related to politics are therefore invalid.

Admittedly, I was taken by surprise. Not only was she in thrall to a logical fallacy, she’d apparently never heard George Carlin’s take on the subject:

“I don’t vote. On Election Day, I stay home. I firmly believe that if you vote, you have no right to complain. Now, some people like to twist that around. They say, ‘If you don’t vote, you have no right to complain,’ but where’s the logic in that? If you vote, and you elect dishonest, incompetent politicians, and they get into office and screw everything up, you are responsible for what they have done. You voted them in. You caused the problem. You have no right to complain. I, on the other hand, who did not vote—who did not even leave the house on Election Day—am in no way responsible for what these politicians have done and have every right to complain about the mess that you created.”

Boom.

The way I figure it, if either party wants my vote, they damn well better run a candidate worthy of it. Until then, I’ve got far better things to do with my time.

We now return to our regularly scheduled (and decidedly non-political) programming.

Six Years in the Making

In 2013, one of the most ambitious projects our firm has ever produced opened at the Northwest Museum of Arts & Culture: an interpretive exhibit entitled SPOMa: Spokane Modern Architecture, 1948–73.

The exhibit was an outgrowth of an extensive article about Spokane architect Moritz Kundig that we had developed three years earlier. During the article’s research phase, we discovered Moritz was part of a local—and incredibly talented—mid-century modern movement.

In addition to Kundig and a few others, the SPOMa exhibit featured the architectural achievements of Kenneth W. Brooks. On June 14, I have the honor of sharing a little bit about the late Mr. Brooks. I hope you will join me.

HB, FDM

Famoudou Don Moye, drummer and percussionist for the Art Ensemble of Chicago, turns 70 today. What better way to celebrate than with a little funk from the group’s 1985 album The Third Decade?

Funky AECO

From his bio over at allaboutjazz.com:

“His recordings have won him the praise of critics at such esteemed publications as Rolling Stone, Down Beat, Melody Maker, The New York Times, Audio Magazine and Stereo Review. He was the winner of the Downbeat International Critics Poll in 1977, 1978 and 1982, and the New York Jazz Poll in 1979 and 1980. He received performance grants from the National Endowment for the Arts in both 1974 and 1981. He lives in Chicago, with his wife, Gloria, and their son, Bongo.”

Many happy returns, Mr. Moye.

Q&A with Aaron!

Leave it to Linda to ask the pertinent, pressing questions of the day. Like, “Should I wear the Manolo Blahniks or the Jimmy Choos?”

Today it was  something I could actually answer: “Is there such a thing as gurgitating?”

It stands to reason that, according to the rules of root words and prefixes, to regurgitate is to simply gurgitate again, right? Well…not necessarily:

re- pref. 1. Again; anew: rebuild. 2. Backward; back: react. 3. Used as an intensive: refine. [Middle English, from Old French, from Latin.]

My dictionary tells me that regurgitate comes from the Medieval Latin regurgitare; re- + gurgitare, which means to engulf or flood. That brings us to gurgitation. Yes, it’s a word:

gurgitation n. A whirling or surging motion, as of water. [Late Latin gurgitare, to engulf (from Latin gurges, gurgit-, whirlpool) + -ATION.]

So where does that leave us? Hell if I know. So I checked with Courtney, who assures me that, after a night of tequila shots, all three definitions of re- apply to gurgitation. The tequila reappears again and again—backward from the direction it originally went in—and boy, is it ever intense.

Got a question for Aaron? Contact him directly at helveticka world headquarters. The higher the denomination of the accompanying bills, the more quickly you can expect an answer.

Revenge of the 80s

Big news here at helveticka world headquarters: a MacGyver revival is in development. The setup from CBS Studios is almost as over-the-top as the original:

“A reimagining of the television series of the same name, following a 20-something MacGyver as he gets recruited into a clandestine organization where he uses his knack for solving problems in unconventional ways to help prevent disasters from happening.”

As the great aphorist Stephen King once said, “Sooner or later, everything old is new again.” Except, of course, for CK, who’s gonna have a pretty full plate if this thing gets green-lighted.

55, 56…and counting…

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In the summer of 1988, the year our firm was founded, we landed two very important projects: annual reports for The Washington Water Power Company (now Avista Corp.) and Hecla Mining Company. At the time, print was king and annual reports were at the top of the designer food chain—high page counts, high production values, high stakes. The completion of this year’s for NOVAGOLD was our fifty-fifth annual report since 1988, with our fifty-sixth following a few days later. In the mining sector alone, we’ve produced thirty-seven. In addition to collaborating with great clients, these reports have taken us to several locations—mostly remote—throughout the United States, Canada, and Mexico. While I’m not sure our experience qualifies us as annual report specialists, I can attest that, twenty-eight years later, we continue to view ARs as high-privilege projects.

Print Is Dead! Long Live Print!

“There are no two ways about it,” wrote John C. Abell in a 2011 article over at Wired. “E-books are here to stay.” Sure, they were “fundamentally flawed,” but that didn’t stop him from poking fun at the “ambiguous tactile argument” from some “late-to-never adopters.”

At the time, I thought Abell was full of it. Reading between the lines, he seemed to be predicting the demise of print. On the one hand, he acknowledged that “books are legacy items that may never go away”; on the other, he wrote that they “have been forever marginalized as a niche medium.”

Well…it looks like we’ve already hit peak digital. The publishing industry “suffered a bad attack of technodazzle,” writes Simon Jenkins. “It failed to distinguish between newness and value.”

Tech isn’t always the answer, it seems—particularly when there was never a question in the first place.

Bubble Circus!

If any of our readers out there feel compelled to compensate me for all the work I do to deliver fresh, incisive content every week, I wouldn’t say “No” to a setup like this. Problem is, I wouldn’t get any work done.

Spokane Scene no. 18

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I know what you’re thinking: that I’m about to take these poor folks to the woodshed for hyphenating a compound formed by an adverb ending in ly plus a participle (“publicly-traded”).

But you couldn’t be more wrong.

No, I’m taking them to the woodshed for hyphenating a compound formed by an adverb ending in ly plus a participle (“publicly-traded”) while ON THE SAME FRICKIN’ BILLBOARD not hyphenating another compound formed by an adverb ending in ly plus a participle (“locally owned”).

“Consistency,” wrote Oscar Wilde, “is the last refuge of the unimaginative.” Perhaps. But it ought to be the first refuge of the proofreader.

Quote of the Day

E. B. White, from an interview conducted by George Plimpton and Frank H. Crowther for the Fall 1969 issue of the Paris Review:

“Delay is natural to a writer. He is like a surfer—he bides his time, waits for the perfect wave on which to ride in. Delay is instinctive with him. He waits for the surge (of emotion? of strength? of courage?) that will carry him along. I have no warm-up exercises, other than to take an occasional drink. I am apt to let something simmer for a while in my mind before trying to put it into words. I walk around, straightening pictures on the wall, rugs on the floor—as though not until everything in the world was lined up and perfectly true could anybody reasonably expect me to set a word down on paper.”

Good thing Twitter wasn’t around back then. Oh, and the entire interview is here.

I like quilting…

… nah, I love quilting. I grew up quilting and sewing and surrounded by beautiful quilts and fabrics. I also grew up around a lot of ugly quilts and ugly fabrics. I acknowledge that we each have our own tastes, but brown country quilts are just not my thing. These are.

Melt my heart, ladies. Ya’ll just made my Friday.

 

HBD, SK

Søren Kierkegaard was born on this day in 1813. Since he’s pretty much my favorite philosopher, we’re going to let him write today’s blog post in honor of his 203rd birthday:

“The essential sermon is one’s own existence. A person preaches with this every hour of the day and with power quite different from that of the most eloquent speaker in his most eloquent moment. To let your mouth run with eloquent babbling when such talk is the opposite of your life is in the deepest sense nonsense. You become liable to eternal judgment.”

Opera for Two

So the missus and I went on a date last Saturday morning. (Actually, it wasn’t really a “date,” since we’re far too old for such nonsense.) Anyway, we parked our butts in the super-comfy recliners at Regal Northtown Mall Stadium 12 and watched the Metropolitan Opera’s live HD broadcast of Strauss’s Elektra.

Director Patrice Chéreau’s austere staging added nuance to the story; soprano Nina Stemme owned the title role; under conductor Esa-Pekka Salonen, the Met orchestra never sounded better.

Interested in catching the next broadcast? Next season’s HD Live schedule has already been set. And no, not all operas are expressionist takes on early-20th-century Freudian psychology with a side of blood sacrifice and a lust for vengeance. Sometimes there’s illicit sex, too.

Time for Some Dead

The kind of weather we’re enjoying right now elicits different responses from different people: some get dirty in their gardens, some hit the trails, some spend the weekend “at the lake.” Me, I dust off the Grateful Dead albums. So let’s kick the season off with a live version of “Wharf Rat”—the second performance ever, in fact—from February 19, 1971 at the Capitol Theatre in Port Chester, New York:

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