I got together with a long-time friend last night that I've known since fourth grade. We went thru photos and it's amazing how much time has passed. Amanda's a rock star (figuratively speaking). Anyway, I Wanna Be Your Dog, as covered by Uncle Tupelo just came on in my iTunes shuffle and I am reminded of the insane record collection she and her roommate* have. It's a rock snob's dream collection (they have The Stooges, which is why I thought of it). I have like 200 CDs and am dwarfed by so many people that know so much more than me.
*I clarify—Todd's the guy with the rock snob record collection. Although I think Amanda has pretty good taste in music herself.
Friday, June 14, 2002
Thursday, June 13, 2002
I have to design this butt ugly newsletter for a non-paying client (religious). I redesigned the thing so it looked decent and the original designer (some tightly wound Edina woman) got pissed and it has to be changed back. If she thinks 11 point type on 13 point leading with a horizontal scale of 80% and kerning of -8 looks legible she's HIGH.
HIGH, I tell you.
Tuesday, June 11, 2002
Phillip Starck is Target's new it-boy—Michael Graves' heir-apparent. I like Graves' work, but it was more whimsical. Nothing all that evolutionary/revolutionary. Starck, in my humble opinion, does a much better job of creating pieces that blend form and function.
On a semi-related note, my dad returned from Alaska last week (he landed on a glacier and wandered around. too cool.). Whilst he was gone he received a package from Fallingwater. Turns out he was invited to the grand reopening but was unable to attend. Which begs the question: why in the world didn't he give ME the ticket? I would LOVE to have gone to that. Anyway, they sent him the packet he would have received had he attended. Very nice home. FLLW may be over-exposed, but I still think he had some beautiful designs.

