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Happy Halloween

Saturday, October 30th, 2010

A jack-o-lantern of Totoro's face, sitting on a table covered with implements for carving. Blackbird leans on the table behind the pumpkin.

One of Blackbird’s favorites adorns her jack-o-lantern this year.

Letters & Ligatures: Something to PLINC About

Tuesday, June 23rd, 2009

I had to good fortune to kick off the weekend of the 5th by dropping by House Industries’ opening of their Letters & Ligatures Show at the 222gallery in Philly on Friday.


That’s Quite a Stadium You Have There

Friday, August 8th, 2008

I’m watching the NBC coverage of the Olympic Games opening ceremony and two things occur to me:

1) Someone please pack the commentators into a van and make them disappear. I didn’t even know it was possible to be that inane.

2) I don’t have an image to link to at the moment to support this, but I would like to officially announce here that I’ve renamed China’s “Bird’s Nest Stadium.” The new name is The Va-China.

TypeCon 2008: Buffalo

Sunday, August 3rd, 2008

Punkt TypeCon 2008

It was good to be back. I missed last year’s TypeCon in Seattle, so I was very happy when I purchased my pass and booked my room for this year’s TypeCon in Buffalo. It was my third, and it was great.


2007/2008 New Year’s Voteprime Celebration

Thursday, January 3rd, 2008

Welcome, everyone, to the new year. I hope you’re all finding it to be the cornucopia of possibilities that I do. This year the Voteprime crew found itself once again in Philadelphia. Last year Alisa and I bought a house and so did Alisa’s sister and her husband (our good friend) Brian. Our houses are within about four blocks of each other, so Philly was the obvious choice.

Much fun was had, as you can see in Adam’s photos. Many firsts occurred that year (all photos taken by Adam):


Nate Wiley, 1924–2006

Tuesday, November 21st, 2006

I just heard today from a friend that Nate Wiley died. This is a real loss to Philly, its culture, and its music scene. I didn’t know him, but next time I’m at Bob and Barbara’s, I’ll toast his memory and his drinkin’ music.

Screen captured from A Taste of Nate, directed by Jim McGorman.


Happy Halloween!

Tuesday, October 31st, 2006

I got home late and tired last night, so I belatedly wish you all a happy Halloween. When I arrived at home last night, the porch on our new home (post on that coming soon) was swarming with kids and their parents, all decked out in costumes. What a great way to come home from a long day in New York.

This year, Alisa worked the door in my absence. She strung our porch with pumpkin and ghost lights, which actually looked quite cool. But next year, we will be taking it up a notch. That I can promise.

Rebecca, Lawyer

Tuesday, September 28th, 2004

My sister-in-law just found out that she passed the Pennsylvania Bar today. Knowing what I know now about the Bar Exam process, I realize that most people would be worn to a raw emotional and mental nub, somewhere around the level of a wet cat. Well, that appeared to have happened to Rebecca*, but she was still able to show up, take the Bar, and kick its ass.

That is some very, very impressive stuff right there. Congrats, Becca.

*Oh, I kid.

Memorial Day 2004

Tuesday, June 1st, 2004

I’m posting late about this important day, but it shouldn’t be taken as a diminished view of those it is meant to commemorate. War is a dark and shifting mire, but the actions of scores of men and women on the field and elsewhere show that sacrifice and valor can rise to its inky surface. We must not lose the memory of these deeds and these individuals in our despair because they give hope and strength to the belief that even in our darkest times, a greater good can prevail.

“It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain…”

— Abraham Lincoln, 1863

Perhaps I sound a bit melodramatic, but it’s hard not to when speaking about the near-hyperbole of war.