20 August 2007
“Thanks for remembering,” she started to say after I’d wished her a happy birthday. “I thought I was special but then you have that crazy memory for numbers.”
There is something about numbers — their exactness, perhaps — that once allowed them to embed in my memory as a pincushion, but the etchings of California addresses, reed strengths, sports statistics, and phone numbers from my life before the mobile-phone era, before the days when all of my contacts’ numbers were at hand, upon my grey matter are eroding.
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Keeps the company of
Design.
13 August 2007
“The Road to Clarity” reminds me of the assignment from The Cheese Monkeys where the students of Introduction to Graphic Design have to hitchhike on a snowy day—it’s a flash marketing, personal branding/image management, and hand-lettering exercise with life-and-death overtones.
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Associates with
Design.
3 August 2007
Double bourbon. She looks back, waiting for a call. Make it hurt.
She sets a pint glass before me filled to a third of its height as I down the last of my blacksmith. And another one of these. Kill the bourbon, pen down on the back of the report.
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Keeps the company of
Politics and Design.
