Mine Has the Blue Cover

I suppose I've been away but not really. Work has meant that days are seriously long yet very boring. So a walk in the drizzle to the local fireworks display was most welcome and while the recession and various regulations overs the size and volume of various pyrotechnics available to all but the most serious display runners made it less thrilling than normal, the general atmosphere of darkness, burger vans and small children wrapped up like spherical multicoloured sheep was enjoyable in the extreme. We all came home to the gentle glow of an autumn house very happy if a little damp.

I am annoyed that so many things I wanted to comment on have been missed because of the lack of blogging. However hopefully I can fall back into it. Things are still busy but the difference is that now I am in control.

First up for mention is what might be the ultimate geeks' book - Just My Type by Simon Garfield, a book about fonts. I'm not sure I should enthuse about this too much. I love it - I just can't see the difference between the a font that is lauded and the ones that are supposedly less attractive. Just as I can tell the difference between white and red wine, I can distinguish between Sans and Serif fonts - I can even happily side with the hatred of Comic Sans - but Helvetica and Univers, Garamond and Times New Roman? That's impossible. However from reading the book this is the whole point. As some high-up in the business said, if you remember the shape of the spoon you used at lunchtime, then the spoon is designed badly. This is not a technical volume - there are plenty of type encyclopaedias if you want to ward off insomnia - it just tells you the history and reasoning behind the names we all know but ignore the moment the drop-down has vanished. Another book to make you feel clever without giving you brain fatigue.

While finding the links for this I saw this :

The Rock Drill