Archive posts: October, 2011
Why it means something
When DOS confused me, there was a screen with friendlier ways, when in school I could paint with not a brush but the tail end of a mouse when cities grew in tiles, and school days turned in to hours of imagination in flight when in college i burned cd's not in fire but in by the speed and grace of laser lights when in studios i sat kerning letters with small clicks and typography became the purpose of all nighters when the canvas of my...