“-Me: Holy Shit, it’s 2.55pm and I just woke up!
-Paul: Let’s go;)!
-Me: Haha, yeah: first lunch, then shower, then finding a public lavomatic, then buying a baguette and FINALLY staying home!
-Paul: I like the list;)
-Me: [20 minutes later] Actually, slight modification: laundry is for tomorrow… F-it!”—A story of procrastination on New Year’s Eve!
Just got an e-mail from my representative from the Academy of Art … in Comic Sans. I think someone needs more time at art school, cause you definitely don’t send e-mails in Comic Sans. Or use Comic Sans ever.
Here’s what a friend of mine receiving a message from the Academy of Arts in San Francisco where she studied for summer school, last July.
It may sound extreme to a lot of you, but over time I’ve been able to develop some sense of design, for things, websites, products, and even for clothes. I don’t necessarily have the capacity to do it myself, in the case of prototyping a product or website, but when a good one is easy to identify. And it gets easier overtime.
So considering myself a child of the internet, there are someatrocities that you wish you could change.
And then there’s this very situation I quoted at the very beginning of this article. It is a known fact around the interwebz that Comic Sans is probably the worst font/typography (I always get confused) that you can use. For anything!
Therefore it is absolutely unacceptable that an establishment such as the San Francisco Academy of Arts uses it. It should be a model, something that non-artsy people look after for references and inspiration. Even for something like emails, the smallest thing to do would be to use one of the boring-yet-professional font like Helvetica (don’t get me started on Arial!)
But Comic Sans? Really? Did you put an 8 year old behind the computer when you were about to format the whole damn thing?
My friend Andrew wrote this great post about the miconception that is Apple fanboy-ism!
Funily enough, I was thinking about writing a similar post, but then decided to let it go: I don’t want to have to justify myself, but if I enter the debate, besure that I already hqve strong arguments!
“- My son, do you want to hear something strange?
– Yes! What?
- You know the new tree painting we did on the garage last week.. Up until around the year 2050 people generally did not have paintings on houses!
– What? Were they grey?
- Well, yes, many were. Often they would paint villas in One colour, like blue or yellow, but very rarely in more than one or two colours and almost never any pictures. Most apartment houses and government buildings and so on were grey. Artists sometimes went and painted on tunnels, grey municipal buildings and so on, but the pictures were washed away! By the government!
– …Was art forbidden?
- Well no, but it had to be in special buildings only. Some people felt that houses was not to be painted on, except in one pale colour all over.
– Wow.. How dull.
- Yes, my son. Now lets get our jackets and go pick some fruit.”—Lucas Lundström for Street Art Utopia
Weirdly enough, I knew I was attracted to it, but never truly acknowledged it until I got my camera in San Francisco and went out shooting murals after murals, or spotting these amazing masterpieces around rooftops!
Anyway, here’s an article that shows the best Street Art of 2011! Take a 15mn break and sit tight: some of it is absolutely insane!
Freedom of all kinds in a learning environment is essential! If you manage to get freedom, then people will speak their mind, look around and realize if and when the situation is not right and should be changed.
This is what happened during the Jasmin Revolution last spring, when people of different countries realized that their freedom was theirs and not belonging to someone else. They seized their opportunity, and their freedom!
Lense.fr is THE best website/social network revolving around photography and an amateur and hobbyist community. It’s design makes using it and browsing a great experience, while the features and profile pages are spot on, nothing less and nothing more than what you would expect!
Unfortunately it’s only in French (at least for now) but they have great articles showing off photos (which you obviously don’t need to know the language to appreciate…)
So here’s their retrospective on 2011! Warning: some of these pictures are unbelievably stunning! :)
Wow, time flies. I remember seeing it in the theater and thinking it was pure magic. It was easily one of the greatest films I’ve ever seen in a theater because I was totally transported back to being a little kid and reading the books.
I also remember the rumors for years that the movie was getting made than it wasn’t getting made — with plenty saying it would be impossible to make. Not only did Peter Jackson do it, he did it better than anyone could have ever imagined. Those three films are three of the best ever made in any genre.
Today I’m coming back for a 3-days seminary with Red Bull, the company where my new internship is.
On Wednesday I’ll be going back, and then will be coming back home to the French Riviera on Friday. A very interesting timing indeed!
After living in Paris for nearly 3 weeks, I find it comforting to come back to these elements you take for granted when you stay there too long.
It’s very interesting to leave your comfort zone, because when you come back, you realize more and learn to enjoy what locals will think of as a given right.
It happened to me the first time I had French bread in Paris, after coming back from San Francisco, and its happening again today as it’s the first time I come back to my region in 6 months!
I now realize how much I had missed this Sun, and in a way it’s great to rediscover it!
"As we approach the end of 2011, I thought it would be good to take some time to commemorate some people who’ve passed away this year, but have lived enough to make an impact on the tech industry – and more broadly, the world – before they did." Via techcrunch.com
We work for the Internet. And we’re guessing many of you do too. Whether it’s researching, selling, coding, supporting, designing — so many of our careers depend on the Internet.
One argument that’s been made to Congress is that the Stop Online Piracy Act (SOPA) is needed to protect American jobs. In truth, the new liabilities this bill would impose on startups could stop American innovation in its tracks.
To make this clear to Congress, we’ve built IWorkForTheInternet.org to show the world how many of our careers depend on the Internet.
If you work for the Internet, please add yourself and spread the word.
Tonight, as you might have heard, I avoided my first agression. Ever.
How is that possible? Well, over the week-end I moved from one relative to another, with two bags: my usual messenger bag and an additional backpack with only clothes inside. The content of the bags doesn’t even matter.
So I left the office on time, for a change, and after a quick ride on the Paris underground, I took the suburban train (since the place I’m currently staying at, happens to be in the suburbs…)
Now usually when I enter the train I give a glimpse at the people coming on the train too, out of sheer curiosity. Since it was rush hour, I knew we were about to get a lot of people on and off the train. So when I entered, I moved towards the back.
It didn’t seem strange at first, but these two guys who were together splitted as soon as they entered the cabin of the train. One of them stayed close to the entrance, while the other one went at the back, closer to me.
One of them was dressed up with pretty baggy clothes and an american flat-cap on his head while the second one was wearing shades (yes, at 7pm, by night, in an underground train…)
During the entire ride, the one with the cap kept his distance and stayed at one of the exits. The other one was much more active, and even by looking away I could feel his look on me. After 10 minutes I started feeling very uncomfortable.
At some point a lot of people left the cabin, and a lot more were waiting to come in, so I stepped aside. The second guy moved a bit towards me as well. From my point of view it was pretty obvious that I had become the target of an upcoming aggression.
The train moved slow. It was slowed down along the way, but I suppose the fact that I felt trapped increased my perspective of time. I kept on feeling these looks. I discreetly looked around and was able to confirm that the two individuals, despite being both at the opposite side of the cabin, kept glancing at me.
It was a question of time.
As the stops passed, the one with the shades started to light a cigarette …in the train, yes! When asked by the person next to me if he could stop smoking and get rid of it, he simply answered: “Look sir, these rules apply to French people. So I can do whatever I want.” I guess that self-centered disrespectful bastard stopped his education right before the chapter that goes like “Individual Freedom stops where begins the Freedom of Others”
Soon, the cabin was full with smoke. Everyone was pissed, but in this day and age, there is way too much criminality in the suburbs of Paris to try to reason with him. As my uncle said earlier, sadly, “you never know if that guy will pull out a knife or something.” And when that happens, you’ve got cut for a cigarette, which is both very sad and also absolutely ridiculous (to have been assaulted by a jackass, not because it was ONLY a cigarette)
Anyway, moving on, I could feel my heart racing fast.
The looks were more intense, and still trying to be discreet. I honestly felt like a prey on this moment. A prey that could only wait until the predator made the move. I waited. It was very uncomfortable.
Until I saw the opportunity to avoid the upcoming theft. I played it smart: the train station right before mine is often crowded, and exiting the train is on the other side, the one where I was staying. Without thinking further, it was obvious that getting a little bit later at my destination was a much better alternative than getting mugged or hurt or anything. When the doors opened, I waited a few seconds and then made the move to go out. I walked along other people leaving the train, and tried to keep a discreet eye behind me.
No one seemed to be behind me. The doors closed. The train left, and as it moved, I was able to see my potential aggressors.
I’m very sorry for the one that probably has been mugged on this train. These guys have no respect, no rules aside from avoiding the cops.
There is so much violence and criminality around Paris. This and the fact that public transports are pretty darn horrible are a few reasons why I don’t see myself settling here.
I am in my own country, in the capital city, and I’m being threatened by someone who claims not respecting well-established rules because he’s not originally from there.
There are two issues here:
- obviously you have to respect the rules of the place you are in, no matter where you’re from
- I really strongly feel that there is a fundamental problem: this happens every single day over and over, people get mugged, phones get stolen, and life goes on. Why can’t we take more drastic measures against those who do not comply to established rules?
I am in one of the best cities in the world, the capital of my country, and I’m being threatened by someone who claims not to be from here. Is there something that I don’t understand? I’m not safe in my own country. Is there something I missed?
Just because I’m sick of superstitions, rumors, and innacurate street-talk about energy drinks, and even more so when I work for Red Bull. “Many people bet it comes from some delicate parts of the strongest and most potent bulls in the world. Well, fact is that the taurine in Red Bull is produced synthetically by pharmaceutical companies and is not derived from animals.” Via redbull.com
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