Archive of June 2009
Microsoft’s strange new ads for Internet Explorer ¶
The thing is, I’d be happy if these actually got people to upgrade from IE7, IE6, or even IE5. Everyone seems to be responding to these as though Microsoft is desperate to go after Firefox and Chrome (and maybe Safari). But if you watch “G.R.I.P.E.S.” it’s pretty clear that these are at least partially an effort to get people using older versions of their own browser to get with the program.
I never said this, but these ads are actually a good showing from Microsoft.
Liev Schreiber Trivia ¶
Along with David Arquette, Neve Campbell, Courteney Cox and Jamie Kennedy, he is one of only five actors to appear in all three Scream films.
What an elite group.
Why are There 60 Minutes in an Hour? ¶
To understand the units of time we need to investigate the number systems of ancient civilizations. How did the Sumerians count to 12 on one hand and to 60 on two? What advances did the Babylonians make and how did they use this number system for measurement? And what refinements did the Egyptians make to time measurement to give us the system we still use today?
Holy Shit ¶
And just like that, I have a new to-do list.
The Joy of Less ¶
My dad would like this. Pico Iyer lives in a “two-room apartment in nowhere Japan:”
When the phone does ring — once a week — I’m thrilled, as I never was when the phone rang in my overcrowded office in Rockefeller Center. And when I return to the United States every three months or so and pick up a newspaper, I find I haven’t missed much at all.
George Everet defends “Web Design is 95% Typography” ¶
I hadn’t come across this companion to Oliver Reichenstein’s 2006 article about the importance of typography in web design. Everet takes it much further:
So when someone says graphic design or web design is mostly about type, they’re right. Our world is mostly about typography.
So I am glad, honestly, to have the old world of print and film supplemented by the new world of text and video. And I’m eager to stick up for casual and often vulgar online writing and culture as long as I’m not forced to defend them in grandiose terms. The internet often gratifies my curiosity and sense of humor, no small thing but nothing to confuse with whatever it is in me—something far more deeply interfused—that is gratified by poetry, philosophy, history, modes of writing that hardly exist online. What are the native species of internet prose? Op-eds, diary entries, aperçus, allusions, screeds, and scrawls of graffiti—worthy forms but marginal and perishable like little nodding flowers along a river.