Sometimes public transportation can be nasty, like there are things we touch and inhale that would probably make us vomit if we were aware of it. Today I was slimed by something brown and fluffy, a mousse-like substance with a slight chemical aroma. As soon as I entered the doors of the subway, I noticed this substance all over my hand, arm, purse and pants. It stinks and I can't seem to rid myself of this stench. So instead of being pissed about it all day, I decided to perk up with some shopping – domain shopping that is. Finally I have registered the domain I have been mulling over in my head for while, and guess what? I even bought some cheap-ass web hosting – meaning this site will soon move and you will no longer have to use my long ass, old-skool .html shit URL. The new site is www.commandzed.com, don't go there yet – I will let you know when it is ready. To celebrate, I am going to crack open this bottle of wine I found in my purse.

There are a number of photos being posted on the web, chit-chat and stories from TypeCon, find them here:

on Typophile and on Typographica.

This great article shows an example of how well the yellow and black Font Shop stickers worked as conversaton pieces, other examples can be found on the photos pages in the first link up there at the top (or down below in last night's post). I am sure there will be dozens more stories and images of scary drunk people doing funny things with puppets, keep checking these links for updates and of course always check back here. I promise I will post a list of things I learned at TypeCon this year, things like don't try and lie to bums when you totally suck at lying.

Go here for TypeCon2004 photos.

TypeCon has passed, I am sad but left with swell memories and photographs to blackmail people with, if need be. Tales and images of typographic tequila, wine, beer, sake, (and don't forget the vodka or the gin) will follow a much needed nap, since ya know, I didn't really get home til 4am this morning and, well, I had to get up at 7am so that means I am tired and my brain doesn't work. The photos will go up soooon, I promise.

T-shirt quotes of the week. Meaning, I stole them from t-shirts.

"Canada… it's affordable living."
"Boys are stupid… throw rocks at them."
"Guns don't kill people, people with mustaches kill people."

Holy freakin crap! Curiosity led me to follow a link from Itchy Robot, then I decided to find out what the hell my ole teenage idol Kirk Cameron was up to. Um, you just have to follow this link to see for yourself, but in the flashy intro he told me I was going to spend enternity in hell cause I haven't been saved by the, uh, savior. What is up with people telling me I am going to hell?

Update: The iPod lives! Well, at least its brand spanking new free replacement does. Bless Apple.

Random images. The "no sex" sign, though its message is completely asinine, uses incredibly beautiful typography! I was stunned by this piece coming out of the subway at Union Square – while I took the picture, the old man holding it reassured me that if I stop walking around like a whore I might make it into heaven. Yeh, like that is on the very top of my list of priorities.



Keep your eye open for new photos pages! TypeCon is coming up in a matter of days, and well, photos opps galore!

Well, for the first time in what seems like ages and ages – I posted an entry last night and of course all that effort was worthless and the post seems to have never existed. It wasn't like I said anything interesting anyways. Basically I listed a short re-cap of the stuff and things I have done and did. Blogging hasn't exactly been a priority and well, it is beginning to just bore me a little. My imaginary audiences and invisible friends out there are slowly taking the back seat to real people with bodies who talk in real time; real people who buy me real drinks.

I will mention that last night I saw three fantastic bands at the Music Hall (I think I may have made it to the status of being a regular): The Wrens, Jim Yoshi Pile Up, and Film. All local bay area bands, truly great stuff I recommend all three.

Ok, here is a brief and boring re-cap of yesterday's re-cap, lost in cyberspace: River Trip, a couple days in kayaks, under a really hot sun, with four cases of beer. Disco on a riverbank, hundreds of people, avoided rattlesnakes, layed on back while watching the Milky Way sparkle and drops stars onto the atmosphere and leave cut marks in the sky for brief periods of time.Camped. Had to yell at some 18 yr olds and try to make them understand that hanging out in someone else's campsite while they are at the casino is wrong and a major invasion of privacy. Make out somewhere else, kiddies. iPod Dead. It sits alone on my desk, hardrive spinning, clicking, never stopping to let me listen to its sweet music. I feel like I am going to freakin flip out without 7500 songs in my pocket. I have recently become aware of the sounds the bus makes when it comes to a stop, I can hear people breathing and the sounds of iChat, woOOT, have become the pace-making beats in my head. WOoot. Me happy Everything is amazing and spectacular, fun and enjoyable all at once and I never want to leave my new home.

I have come to the conclusion that I don't understand men. I am not going to elaborate, that is just something I now realize. That being said, I am finally at my temporary city home after a long weekend up in my little temporary country home (well someone else's home, but I'm beginning to feel like I kind of live there, temporarily), Pt Reyes. Very mellow holiday, with a lovely bash to close the weekend. Said party took place above the fog on top of a mountain, fantastic house with the best live-in DJ I have ever heard. We feasted, drank and were quite merry. Earlier in the day I spent some time wondering the beaches of Bolinas, a little surf town with some serious attitude. These folks hate tourists, and I suppose I didn't fit the trashy quota of the women in that town – I was screamed at and ridiculed in a bar for simply walking in. I quickly escaped back to the sandy beaches to watch bands, soccer and the token dancing hippies with drums. As much as I, we, make fun of them – they were the best part of the day. I saw no fireworks, though I did get a little too close to some sparklers. Oh and the sparkly shoes made some important appearances here and there, seriously at least 10 remarks on them in one day.



After falling asleep under the sun for an hour while crossing the beautiful bay by ferry, I dragged my sunburned, worn out body back to the Music Hall and caught a lovely show by Mum. I cannot explain how remarkable they sounded and their talent exceeds most of the musicians in the biz today. Each member of the band played about 6 different instruments, most of which I have never seen in my life. Check them out.