I want to forget how conviction fits
but can I get out from under it?
Can I gut it out of me?
It can’t all be wedding cake
It can’t all be boiled away
I try but I can’t let go of it

Can’t let go of it.

Weekend nights too good to waste.

This designer, Kristofer Delaney, spoke on campus yesterday. He graduated from MSUM in GD’ing and has gone on to do a ton of awesome @#$%@ (in a #$%@load of awesome places). Also awesome is the congregation of a bevy of students + young folks that are enthusiastic about design. We need more of that excitement business around here!
Alas, I’m working on a Friday night when at this age I should be out getting my dance/crunk on. Working for the weekend, or weekdays. Whhhhatever.

To-night!

Tonight—or rather, this morning—I am working on design. Sigh. I’m ready to go home and eat a big bowl of cereal already, then catch a few sweet zZzzz’s. They are much-needed as I’ve been on my feet since 730am (it’s now 2am) and…and…wait for it…I begin working at my new j-o-b tomorrow! *Glamourous* Hah. Right.
This…this should be very interesting.
PS / I love the vision of someone letterpressing this poster in 1884. Such a beautiful craft that I hope to someday attempt…or just watch, always.

Today’s Lyrics

As the sun is sinking low

and the evening’s tucked in tow

On the horizon, my true love I see.

—The Decemberists, ‘Bandit Queen’

She’s a jar
With a heavy lid
My pop quiz kid
A sleepy kisser
A pretty war
With feelings hid
She begs me not to miss her

She says forever
To light a fuse
We could use
A hand full of wheel
And a day off
And a bruised road
However you might feel
Tonight is real


—Wilco, ‘She’s a Jar’
For the typefacers, the fontaholics, the indesigners and illustrators;
For the lovers, the documenters, the cmyk’ers, rgb’s, too;
For the palette pressers, swatch collectors, fillers, strokers, designing fools…
This goes out to you:

Want this tee in every color.