Eye Candy


I’ve added Pintrest to my list of obsessions. What a rabbit hole it is for anyone visually minded. You stumble on evocative-and erotic (you can’t have one without the other)-images that literally take your breath away. This is Maureen Dunlop de Popp, who flew Spitfires in WW2. I’ve gazed at this picture all morning-it so captures an era and a people long gone. (Or maybe I just dig chicks wearing ties.)

Fat, fun and funky.

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After constant whining to the manager, the running store where I have my weekend “hobby job” is stocking Hoka Stinsons. It’s a great shoe, and the Stinson, with a more forward rocker panel is easier to adjust to than the Tarmac. The Stinson road feel reminds me of the earlier 3 peg Newtons and is perfect for forefoot strikers-or anyone wanting to become more of a forefoot striker. Hokas look fat, heavy and inflexible (sorta like me, I suppose), but they ride like a minimalist shoe you point and shoot. Granted, I’ll never mistake these for my racing weapon of choice, the Mizuno Wave Sayonara, but the Sayonara maxes out for me at a marathon. The Hokas are for an all terrain, all day run.

And, best of all, they look like a prop out of that color drenched gem, The Beatles “Yellow Submarine”.



A blizzard and storm day, so I’m playing with my LPs till the power goes. I realized how prophetic this was. Funny then, but sadly true now. Gatefold from 10CC’s “How Dare You”, 1975. Design by Hipgnosis (The firm that inspired a generation of designers.)

Runners Redux

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As I continue my scorched earth policy in the basement as part of my fantasy move, I’m finding some funny stuff. Check out these covers from the April 08 and April 12 Runner’s World. In their defence, it must be difficult to come with new things to say about running. One can always fall back on the blond in spandex and an article on weight loss. Different type, but the same great abs!

Target Fixation


So, I’ve designed a lovely book set in Bogota, and spent a chunk of money to buy images of Bolivian stamps to use as graphic elements. This morning, my editor informed me that while he liked the llama stamps, Bogota is in Columbia, not Bolivia. Opps. If “Zoolander” had been based on designers and not super models, I could have starred. My poor, long-suffering editor.

Gabba Gabba Hey


Following the success of his X-Men, Marvel hired my son to “re-interpret” Spider-Man. I’m pleased to see Jed’s Spidey, and excited to see kids his age embracing the 70s punk ethos. Not since the music of James Brown, Little Richard and Elvis has music so impacted and changed society. The 70s are back-the 1870s of the robber barons, and it will take angry kids to change things for the better. Kick out the jams youngsters. I will get out of the way.

The Dark Forest


These lines always spring to mind at year end, when the forest seems especially labyrinthine.

Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita
mi ritrovai per una selva oscura,
ché la diritta via era smarrita.

Best Bridges


Thomas Thiemich, who designed the wonderful Alto Mono, has released Fakt Stencil. I’m a sucker for stencil fonts, and this one is gorgeous. The bridges are the best I’ve ever seen-they become a structural part of the glyph. And jeepers. how they dance! (Check that capital A.) $450USD @ Fontshop.

Amor Sacro e Amor Profano


I’ve designed a Christmas card for as long as I can remember. I usually do two-one with a Christian theme, another more worldly-and funny. For the last ten years, our cards have featured our pal Jack the Corgi. We’ve been running out of Bible verses that mention dogs, (Dogs don’t get very good press in either the Old or New Testament-odd, as no creature epitomizes selfless love like a dog.). This year, the verse was definitely taken out of context. I hope nobody looks it up!

Merry Christmas to all you stalwart readers! I look forward to swapping ideas in 2015.

I’ve got mono.


Monospaced typewriter fonts, that is. I love typewriters-especially IBM Selectrics. The soft, reassuring whir of the motor, the subtle whiff of ozone that permeates the air, and that substantial clunk of a mechanical keyboard firing an impact on paper is soothing and makes writing a physical act and a pure joy. It’s like pulling a trigger, and I’ve found that many folks who enjoy firearms also love typewriters.

Computers live in dog years, but 40 year old Selectrics-those fifty pound overbuilt monsters with stainless steel guts-still soldier on. You can still walk into most office supply stores and buy ribbons. When was the last time you saw floppy discs in a store?

I have six Selectrics, but my pride and joy is a gem rebuilt by Chuck Furrer. When IBM wanted units refurbished for their exhibits, they called Chuck. This rare, late model red machine runs factory fresh-which, given Chuck’s magic touch, it fundamentally is.

Does a typewriter make me a better writer? Unfortunately no, as my blog posts attest. But it does make me a happier writer.