Verdana – Can a Typeface Be Art? →
Ask most computer users what they think of the Verdana font and you'll typically get a "meh" type response. The big daddy of fonts (or typefaces) is Helvetica – much loved by designers and until last week, it was the only typeface in the collection of the Museum of Modern Art in New York. Until now.
No snow here...
Nikon D90, 66mm, 1/60s at f/5.3, ISO 800
Serendipity
Just bumped into Turning Award winner Vint Cerf on campus. Crazy.
And that's it, folks. The final five blocks of IPv4 addresses were given out this morning. Ars has a nice writeup on this historical moment in the life of the Internet.
So that's the storm everybody's been talking about. I hadn't noticed; it's 65 and sunny here.
MTA.ME →
Some HTML5, some data visualization, and some creativity, and you have a musical number played dynamically by NYC subway trains.
Baltimore to Post Data Trove Online →
They couldn't have done this when I was around and would have taken a look?
Media Queries →
Gallery of adaptive and responsive web designs. Good thing to keep in the back of my mind for a site redesign.
Don't Should All Over Yourself →
Being a man means taking control of your life and being responsible for yourself. A man does as he chooses, while a boy does as he should. However, some men never make this leap; they struggle with carving out their own path in life.
So they flounder. Because they've never actually figured out what they really want in life, they end up picking life goals they think they should have simply because everyone around them–/society/television/family/religion–tells them they should have those goals. In short, they should on themselves.
The Bridge Builder
An old man, going a lone highway,
Came, at the evening, cold and gray,
To a chasm, vast, and deep, and wide,
Through which was flowing a sullen tide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim;
The sullen stream had no fear for him;
But he turned, when safe on the other side,
And built a bridge to span the tide.
"Old man," said a fellow pilgrim, near,
"You are wasting strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day;
You never again will pass this way;
You've crossed the chasm, deep and wide-
Why build you this bridge at the evening tide?"
The builder lifted his old gray head:
"Good friend, in the path I have come," he said,
"There followeth after me today,
A youth, whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm, that has been naught to me,
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be.
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building this bridge for him."
By Will Allen Dromgoole