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French Connection

Envelope? Or ahnvelope? Pretty sure I’m the only one at helveticka world headquarters who pronounces it without the nasal French affectation. Must be something they teach at those fancy design schools.

But which is correct?

Well…the word was borrowed into English from French some time in the early 18th century. Like envoy, encore, ennui, ensemble, entree, entourage, and entrepreneur, it retained its pseudo-French pronunciation—at first. But these days it’s pretty much completely anglicized, such that less than a third of the population says ahnvelope any more. That number is likely dwindling.

Both pronunciations are acceptable, though. So if you want to be a pretentious twit, say ahnvelope. But if you’re a patriotic American, well…you know what to do.

Nature, Perfected

“New York’s least likely media mogul was the mastermind behind Environments, a series of records he swore were ‘The Future of Music.’ From 1969 to 1979, he took the best parts of nature, turned them up to 11, engraved them on 12-inch records, and sold them back to us by the millions. He had a musician’s ear, an artist’s heart, and a salesman’s tongue, and his work lives on in yoga studios, Skymall catalogs, and the sea-blue eyes of Brian Eno. If you haven’t heard of him, it’s only because he designed his own legacy to be invisible.”

Read the fascinating story of Irving Solomon Teibel over at Atlas Obscura.

Miscellany

Tired of all that “obligatory mutual admiration,” Sadie Stein has a proposition: that we “proceed under the assumption that we all look great.”

News from the world of archaeology: On Glastonbury, King Arthur, and “spiritual resonances.” Also…

“Despite thousands of years of hard work by brilliant scholars, the great enigma of where Hannibal crossed the Alps to invade Italy remained unsolved. But now it looks like we may just have cracked it – all thanks to modern science and a bit of ancient horse poo.”

Professional designers weigh in on some of the best movie title sequences ever.

Wanna watch a philosopher, three theoretical physicists, and a cosmologist debate whether the universe as we know it is a computer simulation? Catch the 4 p.m. live stream here.

Book Report

Finally got around to reading David Browne’s magisterial So Many Roads: The Life and Times of the Grateful Dead. Granted, I’m a bit biased (a sizable chunk of my home’s shelf space is taken up by Dead books and CDs), but this is an extraordinary look at—in Browne’s own words—”one of the last uncompromised and uncompromising organizations in pop culture.”

Final Four Fever: CK Anderson, circa 1978

Sure he lowered the rim and partially deflated a child-sized ball in order to appear as if he could dunk. But damn, he looks good doing it.

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photograph courtesy of the now-former Mrs. CK Anderson

Fashionable Clark Wallabees in maple suede? Check. Michael Jordan tongue extension—six years before it was a thing? Check. A wild and untamed mane that all the Chewelah girls yearned to run their fingers through? And…check.

Lest you think this was a staged photo, consider that, in addition to playing as power forward (#32) on the Jenkins High School basketball team, Mr. Anderson was the quarterback on his school’s state championship-winning football team, the triple jump record-holder until just a few years ago, and a pitcher on the baseball team. (And King of the Prom, naturally.) Really, you can’t make this stuff up.

But we digress. Back to the Final Four. So who won it all that year? Duke beat Kentucky, 94–88. As for this weekend, helveticka is rooting for the underdog. Go Orange!

Poetry Break

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THE VISIBLE AND THE IN-
Marge Piercy

Some people move through your life
like the perfume of peonies, heavy
and sensual and lingering.

Some people move through your life
like the sweet musky scent of cosmos
so delicate if you sniff twice, it’s gone.

Some people occupy your life
like moving men who cart off
couches, pianos and break dishes.

Some people touch you so lightly you
are not sure it happened. Others leave
you flat with footprints on your chest.

Some are like those fall warblers
you can’t tell from each other even
though you search Petersen’s.

Some come down hard on you like
a striking falcon and the scars remain
and you are forever wary of the sky.

We all are waiting rooms at bus
stations where hundreds have passed
through unnoticed and others

have almost burned us down
and others have left us clean and new
and others have just moved in.

from Made in Detroit (© Knopf, 2015)

Timelessness

Thanks to Lars Müller Publishers, the principles that shaped the career of the late Massimo Vignelli (1931–2014) into one of the 20th century’s great design masters have been made available to us mere mortals. The Vignelli Canon is loaded with the truths he and his firm established and so doggedly followed.

Here’s just one:

We are for a design that lasts, that responds to people’s needs not to people’s wants. We are for a design that is committed to a society that demands long-lasting values, a society that earns the benefit of commodities and deserves respect and integrity. We like the use of primary shapes and primary colors because their formal values are timeless. We like a typography that transcends subjectivity and searches for objective values, a typography that is beyond time—that doesn’t follow trends, that reflects its content in an appropriate manner. We like the economy of design because it avoids wasteful exercises, it respects investment and lasts longer. We strive for a design that is centered on the message rather than visual titillation. We like design that is clear, simple and enduring. And that is what timelessness means in design.

Spokane Scene no. 17

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I’m not sure how I feel about this. I mean, of all places, a cemetery ought to offer some respite from the inexorable onslaught of commercialism, right? Then again, a guy’s gotta make a buck. I just would’ve liked to have seen a more creative headline. Something like… “Think Outside the Box.” [rim shot]

Hey. Get Back to Work.

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Time for a little reminiscing. I recently ran across these photos of my oldest daughter, Haley. Just nine months old, she’s sitting in our firm’s second office location—back when we were still known as Anderson Mraz Design. It’s 1992 and she’s pounding away on just the second Macintosh computer we ever purchased, which featured an extended keyboard and a square mouse.

Who would have thought that, 22 years later, Haley would graduate with a Bachelor of Design degree from the University of Washington? (And no, neither of her designer parents ever imagined this). Now working as a graphic designer in Seattle, Haley just celebrated her 24th birthday. And by the way, she still looks great in pink.

Poetry Break

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HYPERBOLICSYLLABICSESQUEDALYMISTIC
Isaac Hayes

I wanna come back
Cause I like it like that
Your modus operandi
Is really all right, out of sight
Your sweet phalanges
Know how to please
My gastronomical stupensity is really satisfied when you’re loving me

Now tell me…what…I…say
Hyperbolicsyllabicsesquedalymistic

I can’t sleep at night
But that’s all right
The M.D. tells me
My heart’s on strike
Emanating originating from a love asphyxiation
He said I better slow down before you drive me in the ground
But what he doesn’t know is I want another encore

Now what…I…say
Hyperbolicsyllabicsesquedalymistic

Let me stop procrastinatin’
Standin’ hear, and narratin’
Find my emancipator, she’s a love educator
Cerebral, cerebellum, a medulla oblongata
A slave’s on a horse, every time she explores
Just heard a discussion about a racial relationship

Now what…I…say
Hyperbolicsyllabicsesquedalymistic

(1969)

Miscellany

Though we’ve been busier than a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs around here, I can no longer ignore the pleas of our adoring fans. Here’s a little something that, while it won’t quite make up for the emptiness you’ve been feeling inside, will at least get us back on track.

The politics of dictionaries. Interesting take on the descriptivist/prescriptivist divide, with some insight from none other than David Foster Wallace.

Still thinking about getting an MFA? “We wrote a program to analyze hundreds of works by authors with and without creative-writing degrees. The results were disappointing.”

I’m not about to print the headline of this article. Yes, it’s safe for work. No, I can’t stop giggling.

Speaking of robots

Finally, “in a crowded press conference in Cairo on Thursday, Egypt’s Ministry of Antiquities announced the discovery of…” (You have to click to find out.)

My Weekly Awesome

Throughout the week it’s easy to find cool things on the internet. Typically I share them with my coworkers, but busy days have left me with open tabs with no where to go. So here they are, folks. My weekly findings that have nothing to do with anything except that they are fun to look at, interesting to scroll through, or made me happy in some way. Enjoy!

This app was was launched and banned in 7 days after a landslide of 50,000 downloads.

The NY Times just kills it – both with design and content – on these side projects: 25 Songs That Tell Us Where Music is Going.

Who knew black and white tiles in a school could be this awesome!? #yesplease

As a total Manet fan, I can’t help but love this take on art. Who needs pixel art when this clearly blew it out of the water in style and class?

Inspiration comes from everywhere – even if it is in the form of website wireframes.

This font takes me back to when my sister and I would read The Witches

In a few weeks I will be attending An Event Apart in Seattle and this website gives you as many maps as you want for exploring the city.

Gotta Love the Dash

The writer and I have constant disagreements on how the en dash and em dash look in a sentence – space before and after–or squished together. Apparently it’s a style thing and not a hard rule.

But I will always trust him with compound modifiers – especially ones that consist of an adverb ending in -ly plus a participle or adjective – as well as suspended hyphens. Producing annual reports for the last few months has kept the writing department hopping.

And don’t even get me started with dangling participles. I’ll leave that up to him too.

Waxing Philosophical

Q: Three women walk into a bar. Which one’s the vegan?

A: Don’t worry. She’ll tell you.

There are a lot of equally funny variations on this joke (e.g. substituting atheist for vegan). I imagine the reason it works is because it’s so true. Certain types of people just can’t wait to tell you how special they are.

Like those of us who make our livings as “creatives”—a loathsome term that, Scout’s honor, is used in this industry without irony. (If we’re so creative, maybe we could come up with an actual noun instead of co-opting an adjective, mmmkay?)

Let me back up. When I started in this business, I was appalled at the egos surrounding me. I’d never been around so many people so supremely confident in their own abilities, so convinced of the inherent virtue of their craft, and so bent on telling me how awesome they were. I chalked it up to arrogance and a natural competitiveness, and silently plotted my escape toward a career path populated by fewer narcissists. (There isn’t one, by the way. Designers are just more honest about it.)

Then I happened upon something Alice Rawsthorn said:

“Design has always been a culture of plenty, intellectually and commercially. The underpinnings of design have been about this belief that the new is almost always better than the old. There is a solution to every problem, and everything can always be improved upon. That lends an almost moral imperative to design that makes designers feel happier about the virtuous part of what they do.”*

I asked around the office, and everyone pretty much agrees. So I’ve come to the realization that what separates the sheep from the goats in this business isn’t a clash of personality types; it’s a difference in Weltanschauung.

In other words, I see the absurdity of life, shrug, and tell people that’s just the way it is. Meanwhile, my coworkers are looking for a way to fix it. Neither is necessarily correct—but the designers I know are right far more often than I am.

*Helvetica/Objectified/Urbanized: The Complete Interviews (Hustwit, 2015).

Jmup Aournd

I am not dyslexic, and until this morning, I could only imagine what it would be like.

Thanks to this amazing link, everyone can feel the frustration that dyslexics suffer from on a daily basis. And poof! Just like that, I’m in awe of the power of the internet once again. Brilliant!

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