A mathematician lived alone in a little white house, near a tall oak tree. On Tuesdays he ate tuna casserole. Each day he spent 6.5 hours working on equations and theories.

Three black crows were perched in a dogwood tree. The first crow asked, "If you could have a wish come true - what would it be ?"

There was once a homeless man called "Too short shorts".
He would wear black bicycle shorts that were uncomfortably too small and too tight.
Too short shorts would stagger and sway from too much drink and would ask people to give him a dollar.

A woodcutter had three sons.
As the boys grew to be men, they left the forest, to live in the city.
The oldest son became an urban planner.
The middle son got into retail.

A young man in a white t-shirt, went berserk in Dunkin' Donuts.
First, he opened the refrigerated cases and smashed gallons of whole, 2% and low-fat milk on the floor.

A girl with dark hair loved giraffes.
She drew pictures of giraffes on her bedroom walls.
She took photographs of things on fire.

A shopkeeper ordered a beautiful blue picture frame.
Many times he would match photographs from Vanity Fair to put into the frames.

Did I tell you about the time I almost died? Really….no shit?!
When I was an undergrad at Michigan State – back then I was a sculpture major; as opposed to being a currently, unemployed Bostonite, I danced with death.

We have real stuff. objects. physical things. We like real stuff. eBay is a remarkable example of our requirement for things. Revenues went from $47 million in 1998 to $749 million in 2001. On the other hand, we have digital fragments of things that aren’t real. They may become real – like chair real or not. deferred materiality.

I have a recurring dream from childhood. Besides the emotional and psychological scars I have acquired, it’s something I can’t seem to shake – even though disconcerting it’s kinda comforting to know it won’t go away. I still have it now on rare occasions.

I’m in a new place. Not so much the phase, but in an entirely new life.

Our practice has undergone enormous changes – both technologically and conceptually. We are on a path of transformation. We know Futura as a classic, yet unassuming typeface. Designed in 1927 by Paul Renner, it is a font that carries the sensibilities of modernism forward. It’s clean essential lines, sans serif and geometric shapes sing pure and simple. You see Futura in your font menu and it’s used in logos from VW to Ikea. Its typological legacy can be traced back to Johannes Gutenberg.

A few years ago, I purchased a new portable hard drive. usually, I have sort of disdain for packaging, but the phrase caught my eye. I now believe it is the new mantra.

the sublime somehow defines what it means to be human. human beings can recognize something that transcends God or nature. while transcendence is the key to sublimity, we seem to comprehend the sublime when it is adjacent to death.

I have a recurring dream from childhood. Besides the emotional and psychological scars I have acquired, it’s something I can’t seem to shake – even though disconcerting it’s kinda comforting to know it won’t go away. I still have it now on rare occasions.

Really is an approximation of belief.

It must be measured from one point – as a declarative factual statement. On the other end, it can be inflected to register disbelief or uncertainty. You know really. You’ve known it all your life. Really comes from real – reality. It’s an adverb that modifies verbs that pronounce the status, condition or action. Really says it has a relationship to something about life or its perception. Those"perceptions" have dramatically changed because our proximity, speed and our tenuous relationship to the uncertain.

Fabula is actually a word. Located somewhere between fable and fabulous in your Webster’s. I interpret fabula to mean an extraordinary story. Fabulation is the act of inventing or retailing fantastic tales or unrestrained otherworldly visions. A fabulist is a prevaricator.