So I’m working on a single-serving site to finally make use of my other domain. Functionally, it’ll be a business card of sorts, featuring a more coherent bio, with links to the various ways I can be contacted online.
Ultimately, I suspect I’ll roll this site into it.
Anyway, while the art style I’m using is very, very different than this, both use a nice slab serif typeface called Rockwell. While selecting it, I came across this this video I liked from a couple years ago: the “Say ‘what’ again. I dare you.” scene from Pulp Fiction, in type form.
So I’m a giant typography nerd, as any of my friends can attest:
Me: “Hey, a friend of a friend designed the font they’re using in that logo!“ Every single other person I know: “Yeah, that’s super, Catherine.”
As such, I enjoyed this analysis of the fonts and branding featured in Mike Judge’s 2007 eugenicist cult favourite Idiocracy.
“Haulin’ Ass, Getting Paid”: finally, the religious right and “separation of church and state” people can agree on a slogan to print on currency.
A quick synopsis of Idiocracy: stupid people outbreed the yuppies and nerds. Consequently, the average IQ drops steadily. 500 years later… FOX News employs sexualized models as anchors, all entertainment is lowest-common denominator, and clothing is covered with corporate logos. Er, wait a minute…
So the joke runs out pretty quickly, but it’s still an entertaining movie, if only for the sets and one-liners: “You went to law school at Costco!?”
Ahh, Starbucks, home of Exotic Coffee for Men.
Anyway, I referenced Vancouver’s own typographer Ray Larabie above because many of the design choices in Idiocracy look like his 1990s free fonts. Which is kinda cool, actually.
Readers, I ask you: how many times have each of us stared wistfully out into space, lost in thought, hoping against hope that one day, somehow, there would be a local exhibition of pen-and-ink LOLcat-inspired art? I know that I myself have lost too many hours to count. Finally, just when things seemed at their bleakest, with moralist crackdowns on LOLcat macro images taking place across the globe, the day has come at last!
Vancouverites, LOLcat connoisseurs and art enthusiasts rejoice!
LOLcats can take on a meritocratic tone, since not all cats are made equal — an ideal model oozes with pathos and photogeneity. There are even Weberian “ideal types” to be found — styles and families of LOLcat: the terse Zen koan, the Invisible (fill in the blank), and the various motifs of Ceiling Cat. Many instances use cats to allegorize human frustrations with technology.
You should definitely come. It’s free! Also, LOLcat art.
Just recently, I was lamenting the fact that there are likely orders of magnitude more people who understand the “turn it off and then on again” method of troubleshooting than the scientific method.
To back up my theory, this month’s Wired Magazine sees editor Chris Anderson confidently stroll into Crazyland with his essay The End of Theory, asserting that the age of the scientific method is over, replacing hypothesis and testing with statistical number-crunching of massive databases.
Needless to say, there exist a variety of reactions to this idea, most of which can be summarized by “Wait, what now?”
The Daily Galaxy’s critique of Anderson’s article was particularly effective, pointing out that recognition of correlation is not the goal of science; rather, it provides a starting point for science to begin from:
Noticing a correlation between factors is the START of science, not the end. When you see that two things affect each other and ask “Why?”, you’re a scientist. When you just record a million trials you’re an accountant. When you say “It happens because that’s the way things are” you’re either a mother answering a five-year-old’s fortieth question in a row, or uninterested, or possibly religious.
The “you are not qualified to make this assertion” style of criticism tends to bug me, but in this case, it seems particularly accurate:
This combines with his second error: Belief that the Internet is the entire world. This is an easy mistake for somebody like a Wired editor to make, but the fact remains that if you walked down a street shouting “LOLCAT” most people wouldn’t know what the hell you were talking about. This is important. In fact, a species where everybody knows about LOLCATS is one whose viability needs severe re-evaluation.
By agreement with my boss, these posts will not consist of a giant sarcastic rant about the use of exclamation marks in names of proper nouns, how to end a sentence with ‘KRAZY!’, nor the thirteen different fonts Ticketmaster used on the tickets to the events. This last one in particular will be tough. One of them is Comic Sans.
The first post –featuring my thoughts on what a generally all-around swell guy Art Spiegelman is– went up a few days ago. Coming up, Tim Johnson, M/M Paris and Will Wright.
I thought this was kind of interesting: “RCMP Spied on Tommy Douglas”. I don’t just mean the culture of J. Edgar Hoover-esque agency creepiness that would ultimately lead to the downfall of the RCMP Security Service and the subsequent creation of CSIS, Canada’s modern intelligence agency. (For those of you outside Canada, CSIS is known for such classy operations as helping to form the white nationalist Heritage Front and participating in the USAUK ECHELON program. Nicely done, guys.)
No, what I actually found interesting was that I’d never made the connection that Donald Sutherland was Tommy Douglas’ son-in-law. I knew who they both were individually, and I knew Donald was father of Kiefer, but I never actually associated the two.
When I mentioned this bit of trivia to a friend, he didn’t seem to understand why I was telling him this. Why was this fact important? At first, I couldn’t tell whether he meant its importance in the article or in our conversation, but that got me thinking — did it actually matter which he actually meant? Why would someone consider that sort of trivia important? Moreover, if it’s not, why did the CBC see fit to include it?
Upon a little consideration, this is easy. To be fair, nobody knows who Tommy Douglas was. However, several million people watch 24. By associating “Tommy Douglas”, a relatively unpopular brand, however important a figure he may have been, with a highly popular, well-known brand like “Kiefer Sutherland”, the article’s details are reframed for a broader audience.
The audience, seeing the man’s grandson hacksaw off terrorists’ heads every week, have formed an emotional familiarity with him. Seeing the vast number of people: A) who try to kill him, B) who he kills, and C) who he chooses not to kill — in a single day — causes us to become interested in his day. For those of us who choose let him into our homes, he’s very much a part of our lives.
So, when we see this story — police pursue popular populist — placed in pop-cultural context for us, what do we come away with? “Hey, the Mounties spied on Jack Bauer’s grandpa! What the hell?”
Predictably, Ze Frank already spent time thinking about thisstuff… presumably so I didn’t have to.