emblematic

Der Spiegel (liederlich nur auf Deutsch) has an interesting article on the evolution of corporate logos, refined from esoteric and filigreed mastheads to more simplified icons that we recognise today. One can appreciate the images and comparisons in any language and one does not need the captions to wonder how the one computing giant originally was to invoke Sir Isaac Newton’s eureka-moment under the apple tree for its blazon or how an internet browser initially employed the Phœnix rather than the cunning fox or how, until 1949, one German automotive manufacturer betrayed in its ornate design its Kraft durch Freude (Strength through Joy) roots.

prêt-à-porter

There’s a wealth of interesting things happening over at the surpassingly brilliant BLDGBlog this week, making it hard to choose the most captivating item.
Having received the standing-desk for the office that I had requested months ago just recently, however, I decided among a water-front elevated train project in New York City, Christmas trees to rehabilitate eroding beaches and haunting Martian geology to go with a Japanese-designed sort of truss or exoskeleton for surgeons to relieve fatigue and stress during long operations that produce the effects of sitting on a bar-stool (which are the most cleverly comfortable seating arrangements to induce patrons to stay awhile, whereas low-slung dining chairs are meant to make people less likely to dally once the business is done and promote turn-over) without a reduction in range of motion or reaction time. This innovation leads naturally to further speculation what bionic, wearable furniture might be developed in the future. As a mature adult, of course the author does not ask about people with mattresses for backs or anything crude, but it is certainly worth pondering what repercussions en suite might have for architecture when one can carry one’s cradle. Be sure to check out Geoff Manaugh’s excellent web-presence for more intriguing articles.

monograph

I enjoyed reading about the minimalistic statement proffered by one creative bookseller in Japan, sympathetic to consumers and the reading-pubic overwhelmed by a virtual embarrassment of choices and a barrage of competitors vying for one’s interest, in his tiny, intimate one room boutique that has a selection of one featured item. A new title is carefully selected (with several copies on hand) and is featured for the week in this private and personal little shop that’s an experience much like stepping into a book itself. A dusty and cluttered antiquarian bookstore certain can offer move to discover as well as perusing the Wunderkammer of friends and acquaintances but I think embarking on a story is not about the paradox of potentials and starts with something present and physical. This is a business model that bears imitation and commendation, I think.

pick your battles or macro-offence

When I have callers in my narrow and cramped office, visitors are usually forced to assume a position over my shoulder, and while I feel no particular compunction to minimise windows or switch tabs to hide shopping or travel browsing, I am sometimes persuaded to mask the headlines of certain news outlets for fear as public-trust appointee that I might be violating the Hatch Act—a US statute that prohibits government workers from advocating for one political ideology over another, though I think it’s more narrowly defined than my abundance of caution—and for fear I might incite a micro-aggression.
Once I had thought that political-correctness as a surrogate for civility and general good manners might die the ignoble death it deserves instead of rising from the flames in a dread, self-censoring and tongue-watching phœnix, but I suppose that was a naïve thing to think. There have always been those artful souls skilled at taking offence and going on the defensive, but I’ve only known those demagogues that invite heaps of abuse, martyrs and matrons. I never thought that the faithful might till a patch of garden that’s securely hedged off from all opposition and descent, not deigning to entertain contrarian opinions. Cultivating such safety-zones, I think, ensures that they will always hate us—especially in the realms of higher-education where dialectic is defined along very stringent bounds and becomes something meaningless and only re-affirming. In my shyness, I hope that I can recognise my own bias since it’s not for the sake of shirking my job that I close off discussion but rather that I’d like to consider myself informed and not engage in a debate or find some common-ground. Maybe my desire to dispense with an ordeal in the work-place (propriety aside) enables the victims of micro-aggresions (innocent on-looker or policy-maker) to have their bustle in their hedgerow. What do you think?

6x6

don’t look at it marion: a candle in the likeness of the melting face Gestapo agent from Raiders of the Lost Ark

façade: opulent palace hidden behind an exterior that’s very drab in comparison

mainframe: women in the company of giant computers, vintage early 1960s

redoubt and ravelin: twenty imposing fortresses from around the world

lost in space: having mapped the entire Moon, surveyors have not yet found Luna 9, the first probe to land on another planetary body, missing for fifty years

why so serious: spiffy alternative terminology to what passes as resting bitch face

great glavin in a glass

A trio of committed Simpsons fans have created a fun search engine that delves deep into the core seasons of the series and fetches a screen-capture from associated quotes, saying and scenarios and allows one to caption the image. As an homage to Professor John Nerdelbaum Frink, Jr., this mainframe is called the Frinkiac. What’s your favourite quote from the show?