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Typography Tuesday
Pelican Press Borders
The Pelican Press, founded in 1916 by British printer and activist Francis Meynell (1891-1975) -- who also founded the more well-known Nonesuch Press in 1922, used a wide range of typographic ornaments and borders. The press published this specimen book, Typography: Type Specimens . . . of the Pelican Press in London in the 1920s for the benefit of their customers "to assist the amateur to a right appreciation of type-forms. Furthermore,
. . . it shows what can be commanded into his service by any buyer of printing; and it attempts to demonstrate what a commercial press can do to enrich the craft by ransacking the treasure houses of the past and breathing into old bodies the living spirit of our day.
Here are a few specimen pages that serve as examples. Typography. . . . is a donation from our late friend Jerry Buff (1931-2025).
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have you lot heard about the tiktoker whoâs taking on the actual government over a parking ticket? because sheâs a hero
her name is ZoĂŤ Bread and she doesnât show her face, and sheâs a British artist whose videos are basically her fucking with people in harmless ways - like, asking retail workers if they want an âofficialâ picture of King Charles that is in fact a cartoon and filming their bewilderment (the person is never in the video; she films the floor and her shoes while sheâs doing this). she also calls up companies who have stuff like âcall us to talk about [X]!â written on their products to see if theyâll really talk to her about [X] and if the person at the call centre doesnât know (âfull unedited silenceâ is a feature in most of her videos), she will dig and dig until she finds someone who can. or, until she gets bored, which. fair. canât fault that.
Iâm currently trying to get a member of the british peerage to give me ÂŁ50 because weâre distant cousins. I appreciate her.
she travels around for these videos and one day she went to Manchester and parked on a road called Collier Street.
Collier Street has (or had, at the time) another car park at the end of it - the SIP car park. SIP is a private company that runs these. the signage on Collier Street indicated that the payment machine there was where youâre supposed to pay, so ZoĂŤ and a fuckload of other people assumed that that was where you got the tickets. ZoĂŤ put it on her car and went about fucking with whoever she decided to confuse today
she gets back to her car, has a parking ticket, and is confused
again - she paid for a ticket. she wasnât trying to get out of paying.
because sheâd bought a ticket from the machine that the SIP car park instead of the council run machine that is actually on a different road, sheâd been ticketed. and, rightly so, she contests it and the person at the council says that the rules are the rules and thereâs clear signage
ZoĂŤ: the signage is misleading
council: we donât believe it is
ZoĂŤ: well, I was misled
council: we believe the signage is adequate
ZoĂŤ, being ZoĂŤ, doesnât agree with this. she pulls up literal yearsâ worth of data on the history of that sign, the parking on the road, and the number of people who got ticketed. very early on, she says sheâs not actually bothered about her own ticket, but sheâs upset that people are being caught out and sees that itâs a money-making scheme for the council. she speaks to parking wardens, who mostly seem to agree that the signage is misleading. she has data. she calls them back. same response.
ZoĂŤ, being an artist, makes her own sign. which she puts up below the official one. and then she waits to see how long it is before itâs taken down.
[note: there was a side quest sometime during this - it went on for months - where she put cones in the parking spaces. the council moved them onto the pavement/sidewalk. this made it inaccessible for wheelchair users, people with prams, other people who canât just move around them, which is illegal. so she called the council repeatedly to complain about the cones and monitored them until they were moved. this took ages - we are talking weeks.]
ZoĂŤâs sign gets taken down.
the signpost it was attached to, with the misleading sign, becomes a point of pilgrimage for British people who appreciate a good bit of humour with the intent of bullying the local government. it is COVERED in stickers.
her sign is taken down. the sign is not changed. more people get tickets.
[there was a second side quest, where ZoĂŤ discovers that the SIP car park - the private one - doesnât have planning permission. she doesnât let this slide.]
not happy with this, ZoĂŤ calls in to the local radio station. which has a Q&A with Andy Burnham. the Mayor of Manchester. she calls in and asks him about this. Andy Burnham says heâs taking her concern into consideration and will look into it, and get back to her if she calls in next week.
sheâs not put through next week.
she contacts his office.
no response.
she calls in again and brings it up.
[all this is happening while sheâs repeatedly ringing the council to ask them about it]
she has gone from âharmless tiktok pranksterâ to âcalling out government incompetenceâ. with a MASSIVE platform.
eventually, after her being interviewed by the BBC, Manchester City Council puts up a sign saying where the actual car park for Collier Street is (there is a running bit where a council worker misheard her and thought she said âCollyhurst Streetâ, which to my knowledge does not exist. ZoĂŤ now exclusively refers to it as that, including in her radio appearance and on her phone calls)
she isnât done. she now has a petition to force the government to change vague signage. the government said no, all their signage is adequate. sheâs now fighting with them. in one of her most recent videos, she was on the phone with the House of Commons enquiry department trying to figure out how to contest it. sheâs brilliant.
anyway, this is why the art of Fucking About must never be lost. big up ZoĂŤ
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I actually really like the thing when you're starting to get the hang of a new language, enough to understand and say simple sentences but you gotta get creative to get more complex thoughts across, like a puzzle. I remember a time in the restortation school when a classmate who wasn't natively finnish and did her best anyway dropped something and sighed, telling me "every day is monday this week. I have had four mondays this week." And I understood.
I don't think I speak much of spanish anymore, but in the nursing school training period I did there, I did manage to get by with making weird Tarzan sentences. I got a nosebleed at some point and startled another nurse. Not knowing the words "humidity" or "stress", I managed to string together: "This is ok. It is hot, it is cold, I have a bad day, I am sad, I have blood. This is normal for me." And she understood.
And sometimes you just say things weird, but it's better than not saying it. One time, I was stuck in a narrow hallway behind someone walking really slowly with a walker, and he apologised for being in the way. I was not in any hurry, but didn't know the spanish word for "hurry", but I did know enough words to try to circumvent it by borrowing the english "I have all the time in the world."
The man burst into one of those cackling old man laughters that they do when something in this world still manages to surprise them. He had to be somewhere between 70 and a 100 years old, and I guess if there was one thing he wasn't expecting to hear today, it would be a random blond vaguely baltic-looking fuck casually announce that he is the sole owner and keeper of the very concept of time.
Iâve mostly learned Chinese in school, so I know a lot of academic vocabulary while having the language skills of a toddler in some basic areas. Once, I forgot the word for sad, which is a really dumb thing to forget. A bunch of the ways to say sad in Chinese are literally just ânot happyâ, but I also momentarily forgot how to say happy. So instead I said âthere is an economic downturn inside my brainâ.
When my wife and I were in Japan we went to an izakaya on our first full night in the country, and when it was time to pay we weren't sure where to do it, at the table or at the counter up front? Our waitress didn't speak much English, so I threw myself on that conversational grenade with, "Okane ga koko desu ka? Okane ga asoko desu ka?" Literally translated that's, "Money is/goes/should be here? Money is/goes/should be over there?"
She very gratefully confirmed that "Money goes over there," and we paid and left.
This is exactly what I was taught to do when I took Spanish (and I took a decades' worth, and my main teacher was amazing). He always tried to get us to tell him what we wanted or needed or was trying to say in the best way we knew how, because that is how people actually use language. Rather than have it be a barrier, he taught us above all to keep communicating. He never really told us why, or how valuable a skill it would be, he would just pretend he couldn't understand us anyway when we asked for a word we didn't know, and basically forced us to do exactly that. So it became completely normal to just...do that when we didn't know something.
Later, when I was in college and/or in the real world and I didn't know a word or couldn't remember or didn't have the words for a concept, I would I automatically do what I always did, what had become normalised: I would talk around it, which is what my teacher always called it. I even had one of my professors compliment me on getting what I needed that way, and she said that she'd never had another student do that and how helpful it was for her to be able to help me. I know that when I encountered others in my job with whom I had to speak in Spanish, and I couldn't communicate with them in the "proper" way, I could still get what I needed, or they needed, and there was always a sense of delight that even though my grammar was far from perfect, and I didn't always use the right words, that we all accomplished what we were there for. Most people don't care if you get it "right." They just want to be able to communicate effectively. (Can't speak for the French, though. đ)
I also highly recommend doing this in your native language if you forget a word or blank on something. When I have conversations with people and they tell me they're blanking or can't think of something, I always, always ask them to describe it. Most people don't because they think it's weird and so either they don't get their point across or the conversation simply stops. But if they were more willing to keep communicating, we might get there. So I'm subtly trying to train everyone around me to do the same thing.
it's so much less frustrating and more funny when you can forget the word for windows and just say 'the doors for light to come in the wall' and if you forget the word for noodles you say 'you know the bread worms? from soup?' and if you forget the word for tiger you say 'those big assholes in the jungle, with stripes, they're orange.'
genuinely people love it when you do this. it makes the rest of the conversation so much more fun.
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One of the best stories I ever read as a child was a fantasy novel by some local dude selling books out of a suitcase on the sidewalk downtown, and I don't remember what it was called or who the author was, and it's so obscure that no matter how many elements I remember, I've never been able to find it through web searches. I only vaguely remember the story - it was a love story, something about a tower on an island and two characters on a quest to discover their forgotten past. They fall in love and at the end the only way to stay together is to allow themselves to forget again, and you realize that they're right where they started, in the exact same tower, and they're doomed to go on this same quest over and over again, never completed, but that also means they'll fall in love over and over again forever. And I remember how that ending blew up my little child brain into a million pieces.
I don't know what happened to the book, and I'll probably never read it again, but if you're somewhere out there and you were once selling fantasy novels from a suitcase on the sidewalk in the suburbs of Chicago, and if you ever felt like your writing never meant anything or went anywhere except a hundred copies you had printed yourself and sold for almost nothing, please know that your story buried itself in my young brain and has probably shaped my worldview in ways even I don't understand.
There are a lot of sweet, well-meaning folks in the notes advising me on how to search for this book, and I want you to know that I will never find this book. And that's okay.
This author self-published, which at that time meant he paid out of his own pocket to print 100 copies and sold some but not all them for cash on the sidewalk in one small town. E-books weren't a thing. There is no digital record to find. Even if I remembered any of the names or details, it wouldn't be searchable. No librarian has it in a catalogue.
The vast majority of books written before the modern day are lost media. Countless artists poured their hearts into stories that were read by few and lasted only as long as the paper they were printed on. Most of the art ever made has been destroyed or thrown away. Most of the music ever written will never be heard again. The expectation of permanence in art is very new, and even now, there are millions of works of art that will never be recorded or posted or shared. Millions more that will never even be completed.
Creation, with few exceptions, is a mandala. A vulnerable song performed for dear friends by a campfire, but the singer soon forgets how it went. A poem shared in a coffee house that rattles the audiences' bones but will never be heard again. A sketch of a lover on hotel stationary that the maid will throw away tomorrow. Our current reality exists by the influence of art that no one remembers.
Permanence is not purpose.
What is your favorite part of yourself to project onto your blorbos?
Gender identity
Sexuality
Race/ nationality
weight/ body type
physical features (freckles, dimples, beauty marks, etc)
mental illness/ disorders
physical disabilities/ impairments
Allergies/ intolerances
Habits/ hobbies/ interests/ talents
Taste in music/ media
Animal favorability (giving blorbo your pet bc you love them)
Something else just as specific
you may even project all of these but some things get reused more than others... for me it's being aspec, giving the blorbos a cat, and headcanoning them as being good at singing lmao.
Mystery Inc. but itâs the 1890s
Who had late Victorian Scooby Doo on their 2024 bingo card? Hmm?
The idea came to me when I was thinking about Sherlock Holmes and then remembered the iconic mystery solving gang hehe
POV you are a guy in a monster suit and you are about to be meddled with so hard
(from @ruffboijuliaburnsides)
ty for stealing this one much appreciated
people in the notes suggesting it was "improper" for the juror to do this or that it "introduced bias" to the court proceeding đ the ice agent in question accused a moc of assaulting him / resisting arrest. how is the agent being a white supremacist not relevant. what universe are you living in
A juror was held in criminal contempt and fined more than $11k for researching his case online. The man, named as Stephen Miele, told other
As a member of the worldâs SECOND oldest profession, I assure you this is just one of many ways the justice system is systematically fucked up.
For anyone who wants to know how to fact check something you are told while on jury duty without getting fined:
First, you need to understand that the rule that jurors canât just google things is coming from a good place. Like imagine that you are on a jury thatâs considering, say, a medical malpractice lawsuit and one of your fellow jurors comes into the jury room and says to you, âI think the victimâs expert was lying because WebMD totally contradicts everything they said.â
And you might be like, âBut WebMD is notoriously unreliable website and the expert youâre talking about is a researcher from Mayo Clinic.â But this person cannot be swayed.
Like, we can all agree that would be bad.
So even though these rules can contribute to unjust outcomes as in the case above (and seriously, the fact that the defense attorney didnât fact check that is probably grounds for legal malpractice), they also prevent jurors from just looking up bullshit online and taking it more seriously than the actual experts the court has put on. And I think in the era of anti-vaxxers/QAnon/COVID denial/etc., we can all understand why itâs a bad idea to trust that people can tell fact from bullshit online.
So in light of this, how do you as a juror fact check something?
The key here is that you have to ask the court for information. Jurors can ask questions of the court during deliberations, so if something you said sounds off to you, you can ask for more information.
The key term you want to use here is âcredibility.â
The job of a jury is to decide what are called âquestions of fact.â Long before the trial even starts, lawyers will have hashed out all the âquestions of lawâ --- like, what the statute of limitations is; what laws, exactly, were allegedly broken; whether the court youâre in even has jurisdiction; stuff like that. Jurors are responsible for deciding which sideâs version of the facts has more credibility.
For instance, if the prosecutionâs witness says X and the defenseâs witness says Y, the jury is responsible for deciding which is true, X or Y. And you do this by weighing which one is more credible.
So in this case, if the juror had known to, he could have told the judge, âIn order to properly assess the ICE agentâs credibility, I need more information about his tattoo. I have doubts about whether he was telling the truth about it, which would impact how credible I would find his testimony. Can the agent please provide evidence that it really is what he says it is?â
There are a lot of problems with our legal system, and I think one of the biggest is that jurors arenât educated about what they can and canât do. Juries have a lot of power, if (and only if) they know how to use it.
Reblogging for that last post, because frankly, âwhat to do as a jurorâ is one of those things the schools should really be teaching us. Serving on a jury is one of the most powerful rights of citizenship and everyone should be educated in how to exercise it correctly.
âI can fix him.â
No. I want him to have the freedom to be himself and feel happy, comfortable, and safe when he comes home to me. If he wants to change or âfix himselfâ then it should be because he wants to, on his own terms.
this was missing the incredibly important next picture where she got mad at the camera like its their fault she bit the soap
