Today’s events:
- dead lizard on the top of my front door.. Stuck.
- dead toad in the unwrapping of my new backpack
- hugeass lizard on bob’s front door and seeing it run away on it’s hind legs.. shivers*
love fades.
I want your handwriting.
Have you ever considered how strange it is that handwriting fonts have come to convey a kind of folksy authenticity in the design lexicon of our age? It’s disingenuous. Handwriting fonts - especially the ones you see everywhere (Comic Sans, Papyrus, Lucida Handwriting) - are mechanically reproduced and manipulated into a kind of cloying, fake, plastic perfection.
Penmanship is mostly a lost art - it is (rightfully) taught less and less in school, and the opportunities for people to see your handwriting are few and far between. As a result, modern handwriting looks really cool. What’s authentic and charming and inviting about real handwriting are the little imperfections that prove it came from a real person.
SO - I have decided to become a collector of handwriting.
Here’s how it works:
- You reblog this or email/Facebook me
- I’ll arrange for you to pick up a template
- You’ll fill it out
- I will create a TrueType font from your handwriting and send it to you
As I collect handwriting, I will periodically post things rendered in the handwriting of the donor - things they have taught me, important aspects of our relationship, jokes they have told me… we’ll see.
Please donate today.
(via headoverfeet)
i think this can be quite an apt picture to describe tonight. so many thoughts, so much happenings.