A New Year and a New Website…well, another update.

What’s that Crazy Font you say! – Well Sir, Madam, it’s “Eloquent Regular” by Jason Walcott after the long lost Pistilli Roman. Just the perfect Tonic to Pick You Up I say! Peppy? And How! Well, where can I get some? Veer!

There is some confusion on the intertubes about who created it first-either John Pistilli or some other blogs say Herb Lubalin and Lou Dorfsman-I am sure some typophile can correct me. Depending on how it is deployed it can either look playful or ‘eloquent’ or classic like Bodoni/Didot.

It gets a little funky small so I am not sure about the blog header, but I wanted consistency.

And yes, designed by me. The function parts come as before from Slideshowpro and Director, it is based on their layered thumbgrid demo for those that care, with some custom ActionScript thrown in. I posted before about it here.

The site coding is from Freeway Pro. I don’t know of any other web design software that allows a total idiot like me to make a decent website.

Every site is a trade off, for me my goals are to get people to see a lot of work quickly and big if they want to. So the update saw me redo every image for the site at 900 px wide-This is about as large as I want to go.

Also performed an upgrade on the portfolio-

Went for a couple portfolio meetings yesterday and one editor was surprised by the physical porfolio-she was seeing a lot of laptops. Really? Talk about No Plastic Sleeves! Speaking of, yes those are acetate sleeves, the International House of Portfolios kind (iHOP). I’ve read a lot kvetching over there about the practice-but Really? You want to change the order of your book or one image and you can end up reprinting most of the book? And what if you don’t want to print on any of the double side offerings- or on matt paper? I love Harman Gloss. It is what I print on Period. And it ain’t two-sided. You think I’m gonna glue that sh– together? Really? You think acetate is going to lose you work? Really?…I think bringing a laptop in is gonna lose you work. You have no idea what it really looks like.

Another editor said they were seeing a lot of Blurb books. For the price it might be cheaper even. But then you give away control of colour I would expect, and what you can print in CMYK is nothing like what you can print on inkjet or c-print. Which brings me to my final point; minilab develop and scan. I had a roll done recently just to see what was up, what was out there. Picked the wrong lab. L&I on 22nd. Can you say rip-off? 18$ for dev+scan-get this a whopping 15mb scan. Do you know what that really is? 2 Megapixels. Yes, your iPhone has 2mp resolution. But they call it 15mb-which is a to confuse the point, 1700px x 1100 px is ~5mb per channel RGB- there’s you double digit file size-15mb! Thanks a lot! And colour-don’t get me started! But it did make me think about what I am seeing from the gang rediscovering film-

wonky purple shadows, no detail, stained highlights. Excuse me while I book an ad shoot. Off to look for another lab.

Whatever Apple has up it’s sleeves today, remember the Newton.

Everyone likes to say it was ahead of its time, and even when that time came, it was still ahead. Yes the date there is 2006, when I ebay’d it. I was not the first owner either. Who knows how many had put data into it’s “soup”. That was how the Newton stored information, in one giant archive. You could search anything for anything and every application has access to the entire soup. The only reason I post about it on the eve of Apple’s announcement of the iWhatever is that it bears mentioning that this idea of a tablet really points backwards to a paper-society. All the metaphor were there, the handwriting recognition, pen input, you could fax from it, you could even email from it but that was not around really when the Newton was new. It was a digital paper pusher. The iWhatever will be very different I am sure.

Does not matter any more…

“This panoramic view of Citi Field consists of many individual photographs stitched together into a single image”

“My name is Kylie and I took a picture of my fish Dorothy and I’m going to send it to my family…I plug this thingy in here and click this…I’m going to make this picture much better…I click…It’s Better. I’m going to send it to my mom and dad. Say Cheese! I’m a PC and I’m four and a half!”

Kylie will appear next in a Crispin Porter and Bogusky ad where she explains RAW conversion and HDR to the newspaper industry. In other news Errol Morris drones on for 10,000 words telling us that photographs are not reality, as recently as the civil war.

Kylie doesn’t care and neither should you.

Print is ready to go. Don’t want to hear no guff about the ancient TV, the Steely Dan album or the turntable. Check out the show details here.

Mr Obama, a couple things you need to know about Canada.

You are a person of colour, not color. 

Do yourself a favour and don’t ask about Canadian bacon. No one eats it. 

You can have a donut however. Tim Horton played for the Toronto Maple Leafs. They haven’t won a Stanley Cup since before I was born. I gave up on them durning the reign of Captain Video. 

We are America’s feisty little brother. You’re all grown up and like to ignore us, but we really just want and need your approval. Otherwise, why would Toronto continue to harp that it is a “world class city”? It just wants to be New York for some reason.

America wants heroes. Heroes heroes heroes. Canada has anti-heroes. Losers, goofballs, misfits. I know, it makes no sense. We’re screwed up. Blame it on the weather.

The American myth is east-west. The Canadian myth is north-south. Americans escape from the self and head west to purify themselves through violence.  Canadians go north and retreat into themselves and dissolve like the snow falling on cedars while ice fishing and getting drunk on beer. It is more the cycle of seasons, nothing changes. Barfly was a Canadian movie.

Canadian beer is not stronger than American beer. We just measure alcohol by mass and you by volume. Or the other way around. Hic…

That bit in the Michael Moore film about how Canadians don’t lock their doors in the city was bunk.

We have inherited a good deal of British snobbery. Your aloofness will play well here. Canadians despise their leaders.

You are like one of our most controversial prime ministers, Pierre Trudeau. Loved and hated equally, he was young, slim, sexy. His wife palled around with Jagger, Warhol, probably a few terrorists. You would seem downright folksy next to his famous insouciance.

Don’t talk to us about change. We have too much of it with loonies and toonies in our pockets.

The english french thing. Qu’est ce que c’est? It was our civil war, except that there was no emancipation principle involved, just two colonial powers engaged in a pissing contest. 

Americans have Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. Canadians can look forward to Law, Order and Good Government. We are a nation of civil servants. Ouch.

Canadians don’t say eh? anymore. We say ‘hey? This has happened in the last 10 years or so to my ear. And we all sound like a Minnesota librarian. Or Sarah Palin. Dontcha know…

Wayne Gretzky never took steroids. 

Treat us with respect, and we will be your loyal friend. Canadians are nothing if not loyal.

Here are a few different concepts for ebook readers, mine on the lower left, essentially a larger iPhone, Classicapp, available now for the iPhone, Greg Raiz’s concept for a resdesign of Kindle (via daringfireball.net) with less clutter, and Plastic logic, currently vapourwear but who knows.

It is interesting to read the comments on Greg’s redesign and what is argued over, colour vs. not colour, keyboard vs. not keyboard. etc. We are all very concerned with how the object is the make or break aspect of reading books and magazines on an electronic device. My last post also focused on the importance of the feel of the object, how Apple gets form factor right. (sometimes)

The more I look in to this however, (being a blog I have spent, oh, probably 10 minutes but who is counting?) the more I see a glaring issue that is probably the single biggest obstacle-format wars. Consider how many different formats and ways we have of representing text and images on screen, html, pdf, text, Word, ePub, eReader format, whatever form of DRM Amazon is using, etc. We haven’t even begun to develop the marketplace for electronic reading and already it is balkanized. 

You thought it was hard for Apple to get some sort of consensus from the music labels for the iTunes music store, this is more of the same. Amazon perhaps has the headstart now with two versions of the Kindle and their massive catalogue behind them. But don’t be fooled by the device. The device is critical, but the format is where the real money is. 

You will probably see the entire magazine and newspaper publishing industry go down in flames before you will see a consensus on how to deliver the product to a handheld device. A magazine publisher would do well to throw in with someone soon, although there is no real competition (Apple, where are you?-SJ famously said he was not interested in the market because no one reads anymore. I hope he was being disingenuous). 

You could envision a bundle where the reader is subsidized by the publisher, buy a Kindle and get to select from a few magazine subscriptions to get you started. Here is Popular Mechanics and oh, by the way, the entire archive going back to 1945 is there too. Vogue back to 1935. I think the obstacles are probably not what we think they are. All of this eInk technology hubbub is a tempest in a teapot. We already read more from LCD’s than paper. I believe the eInk thing is a canard. “Market Research” said that people don’t like reading online but the question is more about typography, presentation, and screen resolution. We now have small hi resolution devices that are more than adequate for reading. It will get better. This is not the issue. Bandwidth, there is a real issue, 3G is the bare minimum and laughable that North America is still stumbling along with this. Blame your phone, cable and internet provider. Detect a pattern here from my last post?

There is a great opportunity here that is going a begging and we are  not arguing over the right issues. Format, DRM, Service.

Publishers, get on board while you still have staff left to publish…

The lure of the serif font proves to be irresistible to the Administration:

from this:

I’m not sure what that is above, HF-Mercury perhaps. Gotham below. 

Consider this:

Not really the same is it when we’re talking MONEY yo!

1. lately, we have both been running a lot.
    
2. we both voted democrat yesterday (I assume)
    
3. when asked a question, we both tend to give too much detail and wonky esoteric analysis
    
4. we are both half white. (my other half just happens to be white also…)
    
5. Our names are not good for getting elected right now
    
6. we both have friends in Hawaii
    
7. Barack pals around with William Ayers and I am William’s heir, ‘pal. (my dad’s name is Bill)
    
8. we both have big ears and are left handed
    
9. if Barack gets a particular kind of puppy for Malia then we might both cavort with Terriers…(a shout out to Lucy-a very crazy terrier belonging to my friend Zoey)
    
10. we both have a big crush on Michelle Obama…? (knew I should have gone to Harvard. What was I thinking?)

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INTERIOR OUTER OFFICE –– BUILDING AND LOAN –– DAY

MEDIUM CLOSE SHOT –– More people have crowded around the counter. Their muttering stops and they stand
silent and grim. There is panic in their
faces.

GEORGE: Now, just remember that this thing isn’t as black as it appears.

As George speaks, sirens are heard passing in the street below. The crowd turn to the windows, then
back to George.

GEORGE (cont’d): I have some news for you, folks. I’ve just talked to old man Potter, and he’s
guaranteed cash payments at the bank. The bank’s going to
reopen next week.

ED: But, George, I got my money here.

CHARLIE: Did he guarantee this place?

GEORGE: Well, no, Charlie. I didn’t even ask him. We don’t need Potter over here.

Mary and Ernie have come into the room during this scene. Mary stands watching silently.

CHARLIE: I’ll take mine now.

GEORGE: No, but you . . . you . . . you’re thinking of this place all wrong. As if I had the money
back in a safe. The money’s not here. Your money’s in Joe’s
house . . .
(to one of the men)
. . . right next to yours. And in the Kennedy house, and Mrs. Macklin’s house, and a hundred others.
Why, you’re lending them the money to build, and then, they’re
going to pay it back to you as best they can. Now what are you going to do? Foreclose on them?

TOM: I got two hundred and forty-two dollars in here, and two hundred and forty-two dollars isn’t
going to break anybody.

MEDIUM CLOSE SHOT –– ANOTHER ANGLE

GEORGE (handing him a slip): Okay, Tom. All right. Here you are. You sign this. You’ll get your money
in sixty days.

TOM: Sixty days?

GEORGE: Well, now that’s what you agreed to when you bought your shares.

There is a commotion at the outer doors. A man (Randall) comes in and makes his way up to Tom.

RANDALL: Tom . . . Tom, did you get your money?

TOM: No.

RANDALL: Well, I did. Old man Potter’ll pay fifty cents on the dollar for every share you got.
(shows bills)

CROWD (ad lib): Fifty cents on the dollar!

RANDALL: Yes, cash!

TOM (to George): Well, what do you say?

GEORGE: Now, Tom, you have to stick to your original agreement. Now give us sixty days on this.

TOM (turning to Randall): Okay, Randall.

He starts out.

MRS. THOMPSON: Are you going to go to Potter’s?

TOM: Better to get half than nothing.

A few other people start for the door. CAMERA PANS WITH George as he vaults over the counter quickly,
speaking to the people.

GEORGE: Tom! Tom! Randall! Now wait . . . now listen . . . now listen to me. I beg of you not to do
this thing. If Potter gets hold of this Building and Loan there’ll
never be another decent house built in this town. He’s already got charge of the bank. He’s got the
bus line. He’s got the department stores. And now he’s after us.
Why? Well, it’s very simple. Because we’re cutting in on his business, that’s why. And because he
wants to keep you living in his slums and paying the kind of rent he
decides.

The people are still trying to get out, but some of them have stood still, listening to him. George
has begun to make an impression on them.

GEORGE (cont’d): Joe, you lived in one of his houses, didn’t you? Well, have you forgotten? Have you
forgotten what he charged you for that broken-down
shack?
(to Ed)
Here, Ed. You know, you remember last year when things weren’t going so well, and you couldn’t make
your payments. You didn’t lose your house, did you? Do
you think Potter would have let you keep it?
(turns to address the room again)
Can’t you understand what’s happening here? Don’t you see what’s happening? Potter isn’t selling.
Potter’s buying! And why? Because we’re panicky and he’s not.
That’s why. He’s picking up some bargains. Now, we can get through this thing all right. We’ve got to
stick together, though. We’ve got to have faith in each other.

MRS. THOMPSON: But my husband hasn’t worked in over a year, and I need money.

WOMAN: How am I going to live until the bank opens?

MAN: I got doctor bills to pay.

MAN: I need cash.

MAN: Can’t feed my kids on faith.

During this scene Mary has come up behind the counter. Suddenly, as the people once more start moving
toward the door, she holds up a roll of bills and
calls out:

MARY: How much do you need?

George jumps over the counter and takes the money from Mary.

GEORGE: Hey! I got two thousand dollars! Here’s two thousand dollars. This’ll tide us over until the
bank reopen.
(to Tom)
All right, Tom, how much do you need?

TOM (doggedly): Two hundred and forty-two dollars!

GEORGE (pleading): Aw, Tom, just enough to tide you over till the bank reopens.

TOM: I’ll take two hundred and forty-two dollars.

George starts rapidly to count out the money. Tom throws his passbook on the counter.

GEORGE: There you are.

TOM: That’ll close my account.

GEORGE: Your account’s still here. That’s a loan.

Mary turns and slips out through the crowd, followed by Ernie. George hands the two hundred and forty-
two dollars to Tom, and speaks to Ed, the next
in line.

GEORGE (cont’d): Okay. All right, Ed?

ED: I got three hundred dollars here, George.

Uncle Billy takes out his wallet and takes out all the cash he’s got.

GEORGE: Aw, now, Ed . . . what’ll it take till the bank reopens? What do you need?

ED: Well, I suppose twenty dollars.

GEORGE: Twenty dollars. Now you’re talking. Fine. Thanks, Ed.
(to Mrs. Thompson, next in line)
All right, now, Mrs. Thompson. How much do you want?

MRS. THOMPSON: But it’s your own money, George.

GEORGE: Never mind about that. How much do you want?

MRS. THOMPSON: I can get along with twenty, all right.

GEORGE (counting it out): Twenty dollars.

MRS. THOMPSON: And I’ll sign a paper.

GEORGE: You don’t have to sign anything. I know you’ll pay it back when you can. That’s okay.
(to woman next in line)
All right, Mrs. Davis.

MRS. DAVIS: Could I have seventeen-fifty?

GEORGE: Seven . . .
(he kisses her)
Bless your heart, Of course you can have it. You got fifty cents?
(counting)
Seven . . .

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