Archive for August 2005

A blogroll knows no morals    (2005.08.08)

Correcting Danah Boyd

Memo to OED: Maybe Arial is your problem    (2005.08.08)

Would you buy a dictionary that used Arial Black?

Pillars of the community    (2005.08.07)

The community of expatriate Germans who turn blackletter cursive and italicize a face that already sits at an angle (the only part I don’t like!).

ROM steel    (2005.08.07)

Lisa Rochon, in an article you’ll have to Google-news for by title (embarrasingly: “Raw metal is a major turn-on”), writes:

Fronting the redevelopment of the Royal Ontario Museum in downtown Toronto is a massive steel structure that is raw and mysterious and dirty…. Dark, rough to the touch, heavy enough to crush a man, steel is rarely left exposed. It’s easy to figure out why: It might upset our urbane sensibilities…. During the year that it took to raise up the structure, the workers started to feel the steel come alive. One enormous face in the shape of an X wears bolts like jewellery on a giant….There’s too much to distract an audience looking upon an integrated truss system whereby 3,000 pieces of steel (each weighing about three tons) have been miraculously joined together. […]

A restrictive fire code is often to blame for the architect’s penchant for covering up steel. The truth is that a steel structure painted in tumescent paint meets the code…. At the ROM, the last structural steel beam went in last week at the museum’s topping-off ceremony. The iron workers have gone home. Cherish this moment at the ROM. Visit it like public art.

So we did a drive-by of this sodomizing and parasitizing amyloid plaque.

Opera: Still hard to defend!    (2005.08.07)

Splorpist photo: Motorola Raz(o)r’s shitty Web browser

How very hard indeed it is to defend Opera    (2005.08.05)

Opera fanboys, fuck off

Apologizing when you aren’t wrong    (2005.08.05)

What did Molly have to apologize for at South by Southwest? And how important is it, really?

Asquith    (2005.08.03)

The word is a torture test for lispers and assibilators.

Horsies    (2005.08.03)

Technically a shite photo, and would be even if I spent all afternoon dodging and burning, but it’s always magical seeing the police horsies get carted around.

I’m publishing this to make myself feel better for being two seconds late to snap the best-ever mounted-police photograph late last week. How often do you get two cops on horses (with blinking taillights) stopped at a traffic signal while a firetruck races past? Rather as with limerent objects, you never forget the ones that get away.