Sawyer Paul's Blog, page 97
June 20, 2012
Dear Don Draper
We all make choices, Draper. You tried to choose the righteous path
for a while, being faithful to Megan and a father to your children.
Frankly, it wasn’t your thing. You’re too stylish to be a dork dad,
too hopelessly horny to be one of those dudes who wears plaid shorts
and cares about his lawn. Are you happy? Is anyone? I can only speak
for myself. I’m not sure where I stand or there I fit. My peers are
having babies, cute, chubby ones that fill up my Facebook feed. Back
in Brooklyn, the streets are filled with strollers. The air is filled
with diaper stink. The fathers have tattoos and wear Chuck Taylors.
They look like me. Perhaps I will become one.
heyoscarwilde:
You know this is, excuse me, a damn fine cup of...
You know this is, excuse me, a damn fine cup of coffee. I’ve had I can’t tell you how many cups of coffee in my life, and this…this is one of the best.
Twin Peaks illustrated by Michael Fleming :: via tweedlebopper
by9:
I found this very useful bookmarklet for everyone who...
by9:
I found this very useful bookmarklet for everyone who loves typography and web design.
Do you want to know what web font is used in any page that you visit?.
Go here , and drag the big blue navy button to your bookmark bar (IE,Chrome, Firefox, Safari), click it when you are ready, and then click on the text that you want to know what web font is. So simply.
June 19, 2012
I can't stand the heat
When it gets like this, this +30, feels-like-40 humid stenchy thick haze makes me crazy. I get angry and sullen and frustrated by the simplest things. Buses seem more cramped. Bus stops feel like abandoned deserts, and both home and work end up feeling like the shitty side of the fence. I’m not built for this. Louis CK, you were right. I’m not from this planet. I’m never comfortable, at least not in the season where everyone else seems super beaming happy. I’m sweating and dehydrated and basically incapable of thinking critically. Every device I own has died in the last few days because I haven’t remembered to charge them. Yes, like an animal.
I can’t wait for summer to be over.
The Problem of Story
In recollection, time erodes truth to the benefit of story. This process - like weather on rock - sculpts beautiful mountains that no longer resemble, you forget, the original situation. This must be why I feel so stupid & inarticulate when trying to describe recent life. To approach the truth, I’d have to talk for a year just to cover an afternoon.
June 18, 2012
Go ahead—touch it
Turns out, though, that there’s one more bit of precision required to
make the Apple Store so Apple-y. The notebook computers displayed on
the store’s tabletops and counters are set out, each day, to exactly
the same angle. That angle being, precisely, 70 degrees: not as rigid
as a table-perpendicular 90 degrees, but open enough — and, also,
closed enough — for screens’ content to remain visible and inviting
to would-be typers and tinkerers.
