So last night I was jaded having had one too many Gamay Noirs after work (it was a good day at work, I finally made a cover for a book I’ve been stalling on for eversolong, we had a class trip to Satay Kampong (recommended) and then to PARAMOVNT for Helvetica. Great film, could have been edited down a bit, was a fun way into thinking about modernism and reactions to it. Made me think about how the big temptation for design is to be about what it is always about: surfaces, surfaces, beautiful lies – but what we are all hanging out for is the truth. Helvetica caught a wave because it pretends to be neutral, an empty vessel, timeless, no history, no attachments; and we all want to forget our pasts.), so though I’d said I’d go to town with Kathy & co., I was very much not in the mood for that. But in this shifty-sand world every kept promise is a good brick, so we went out, found the French man at Hope Bros and it was all go, we were up for it clubbers, I bumped into old friends and we made some new ones, and it was all very good.
Best graph ever, from the Pew Global Attitudes Survey [2.5MB PDF, via D the Great]. It appears the Latinos are doing something right:
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