The Internet’s Own Boy

I was deeply unsettled when Aaron left us some 18 months ago. I’m grateful Brian Knappenberger was able to capture a silver of Aaron’s impact in his documentary. I’m surprised how sadden and angry I still feel and it is bound tightly to the commitment to fix first things first.

In that vein, consider celebrating Independence Day, and Aaron’s memory, with a May Day flare. Whatever you believe is most urgently broken, it will never be fixed until we strike at the root.

Considered, Re- / Ill-

I’m reconsidering my characterization of the Paul Hunt’s Source family of fonts. I was being a bit snarky — I genuinely like Source Code Pro and have been using it for many months now. I haven’t spent as much time using Source Sans Pro however; and of course Source Serif Pro has only been recently released.

My primary development machine has a weary display from that leaves these typefaces feeling serviceable if perhaps a bit smudged. But on my higher resolution mobile device display they are quite appealing.

I spend a good amount of time reading articles in Instapaper; enjoying the reading experience of Mitja Miklačič’s FF Tisa (serif). And due to the dearth of typographic options at the office, I’ve been longing for the typographic wealth of my early career — especially Jackson Burke’s Trade Gothic Bold Condensed #20.

But over the last few days I’ve warmed to the idea of using the Source super-family. The strongest pull may be it’s thoroughness in differentiating similar glyphs. We’ll see where this leads.

PS — I spent much of the evening questioning my long-forgot decisions to preserve the odd rendering in my flame icon. Another rabbit-hole to tumble down. I’m enjoying these silly self-indulgences. And this particular design element might make for an interesting memoir.

96% Sans, 4% Serif

Passing fashion, fickle appetites. Typefaces have nuances like the fabrics of a hand-tailored suit. Of course, I have no idea what I’m talking about when it comes to suits or tailoring.

For the moment I’m being cheap as can be; sporting Adobe’s Source Sans Pro and Source Serif Pro. There nice enough for prototyping, and free-ish with TypeKit’s little banner ad in the corner.

The point being: fiddling continues and the only persistent element will be the typos.

Read Me

I’ve no idea how old I was when I encountered my first “Read Me”. I suspect it appeared alongside a shareware game; petitioning the reader to remit funds to the hobbyist developer.

Surely somewhere in the vast network of networks there is a thoroughly detailed history of the read-me; the genre’s birth and creator’s intention. If an origin story exists, I hope it methodically details how long the first read-me collected dust before anyone bothered reading it. And furthermore, how much time passed before a reader actually found it useful.

I’ve written a few read-me’s in recent years. My imagined audience approaches them with a sense of annoyed bewilderment. Their task being urgent, and having spent a sizable hunk of their energy trying to fathom a block of code I’ve written, I envision them sighing heavily and opening the read-me as a last resort before ultimately abandoning my legacy and starting over from scratch.

A little more creative effort perhaps, and a “Read Me” could gain the humor of the bossy treats “Down the Rabbit Hole” in “Alice’s Adventure’s in Wonderland”. Then at least the reader might be amused before inevitably shaking the etch-a-sketch.

With the fumbling first steps of that heroine’s quest in mind, I’ve drafted this read-me. I’ve layered in a good deal of pedantic pontification which I encourage you to consider akin to a sign declaring: Beware, radioactive biohazard, read on at your own peril.

While you’re welcome to tagalong on this adventure of mine, I make no promise that this will be even mildly amusing or of interest. This read-me will be of minimal aid in making sense of what accumulates herein.

A decade ago you might have arrived via search engine. As I write this, it’s more likely a social network or other vaguely novel adaptation of an old technology harshly deposited you on this threshold. However you arrived at this particular rabbit hole, just remember , be careful what you eat and drink, self-asserting substances are best ignored. And by all means don’t leave the key on the table top.